A thin whine of ecstasy rising from somewhere in the front of the salon made Lynn stare harder at the part of the huge couch that was right in front of the center of the stage, and Lynn's hands clutched the edge of the table, her knuckles whitening, as the shock of what she was seeing penetrated her incredulous mind. It was a woman in a bright green satin dress and Lynn could see coppery glints of light reflecting from her elaborately curled hair style. Although the mesmerized blonde couldn't really determine the redhead's age in the indistinct light, she could see that she was a very attractive woman with large full breasts that were joggling madly right now beneath her dress as she bounced up and down on the couch. At first, Lynn had not realized what the woman was doing, but then she noticed the two trousered legs that hung down below the couch and gradually understood that the gorgeous redhead was actually making love to a man that was lying there, straddling him and allowing him to shove his penis inside of her, before the eyes of everyone in the room! The woman's mouth hung loosely open and her head rolled on her shoulders as she pumped madly over the man on the couch, keeping rhythm with the now-primitive beat of the background music.
Lynn's mind could not accept what she was seeing and her gaze darted frantically around the room again as she mentally tried to deny what was obviously going on around her. There was no doubt about it – other couples were locked in lewd embraces, showing by their wanton, writhing motions how the obscene "floor show" was affecting them. Everyone seemed to be losing control over their passions and yet no one else seemed to even notice what was happening in the room. An unmistakable warning bell sounded ominously in Lynn's brain and she knew that she had to get out of this awful place before she too succumbed to the atmosphere of debauchery that made this room feel as electric and dangerous as the inside of a thunder cloud.
As if suddenly inspired by what was occurring all around them, her husband's boss abruptly placed his hand on Lynn's bare leg and began pushing the hem of her dress up toward her panties. He was more than halfway up her thigh before Lynn reacted and dropped a hand to her lap, tugging hard at his wrist to tear it away from her already-tingling flesh. She was afraid that he could sense the powerful erotic sensations that had begun to burn and throb in her loins, and she was too embarrassed by her own weakness to even look at him. The Executive Club was making her unbearably uncomfortable and, in fact, she was beginning to be very afraid. Lynn looked back to the stage for a moment and saw that the brunette girl was now completely naked and, worse, she was spreading her legs apart and pressing her hips forward toward the audience until the down-covered lips between her thighs parted and the pink, moistly glistening furrow between was clearly displayed. Lynn felt a hot flash shoot over her body as she watched one of the Negroes slowly insert a thick black finger into the hot, wet slit, stroking the girl's tiny bud-like clitoris at the same time.
Lynn had never dared to imagine that they would go this far on the stage, and the audience was going even worse things, including McHenry. She struggled unsuccessfully to dislodge his hand from where it had wedged itself between her own tightly-clenched thighs, but then a series of delighted feminine gasps made her look up at the stage again. The tiny innocent blonde cringed back in horror as she saw that one of the black men had dropped his trousers to the floor, revealing an erected penis so gigantic that she imagined it must be at least half-again as large as Ed's, the only one she had ever seen. Something inside her snapped and she knew she had to go home now, before she went entirely to pieces and allowed Ed's boss to have his way with her.
"Mr. McHenry," she whispered weakly, wringing her hands in nervous apprehension as she saw the brunette girl on the stage fondling the monstrous black penis with both hands.
"Mmmmmmm?" George murmured dreamily, not taking his eyes from the stage. She felt him try to work his fingers up closer to the crotch-band of her thin nylon panties and also noticed for the first time that his breathing had become hoarse and heavy.
"Mr. McHenry! Please!" she urgently whispered again, feeling herself become annoyed at this man for taking her to this perverted club and then actually trying to get her to participate in the same disgusting things the rest of the audience was beginning to do.
As if hearing her for the first time, her husband's boss started and looked over at her, tearing his gleaming eyes from the stage with obvious effort. He had heard her speak his name before but had hoped that if he ignored her, she would once again allow herself to become caught up in the excitement around them. Now, he could tell by the expression on her face that he hadn't much chance of getting at the lush young body tonight and his crafty mind immediately began to work out another plan to get to this innocent young wife of his top junior executive.
As she saw the cool, calculating look in his eyes, Lynn suddenly remembered the thinly-veiled proposition he had made to her while they were dancing and the possible consequences to Ed if she angrily berated him for what he had been trying to do under her dress. Desperately trying to restrain her indignation, Lynn forced herself to smile sweetly at the paunchy, balding man.
Though earlier in the evening, she had started to think that she might enjoy McHenry's company, she now saw him for the repulsive, sex-hungry monster he was and she wanted nothing more than to get away from him and the Executive Club and all the depraved men and women who were here tonight. She almost felt like crying from the shame and humiliation of this terrible evening, but she knew that she still had to be nice to this man. Lynn was certain that her husband, ambitious as he was, would still want to put his boss in his place when she told him about what McHenry had tried to do to her. So for now, she was resolved to be sweet and not let the man know how insulted she really was. Later, she could cry on Ed's shoulder, she consoled herself, and Ed would take care of his boss tomorrow!
"Please, if you don't mind, I would really like to go home," Lynn whispered apologetically to the man beside her. "I have a… an upset stomach. I'm afraid I'm not used to drinking so much, Mr. McHenry."
"All right, Lynn. If you really want to leave…" he said, but without disappointment. This snotty little blonde was going to take more work than he'd planned on, but McHenry already had the beginnings of a scheme that would give both him and Marian a lot more fun in the long run, and be somewhat more interesting besides. "I must apologize for the show, my dear," he went on evenly. "The regular show is quite a bit more unusual, but that's only presented on weekends. Maybe we could arrange for you and Ed to come and see it sometime…"
"Yes, yes, fine!" Lynn hurriedly agreed, willing to consent to almost anything at the moment in order to escape from this terrible place. Then, realizing that she might have sounded suspiciously anxious, she smiled self-consciously and added, "Please, forgive me if I'm being rude. It's just that I almost never drink anything stronger than ginger ale."
"Of course, my dear, I understand. It happens to the best of us," George sympathized in a fatherly way, taking the opportunity to pat her knee. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. I'm certain we'll find another chance to continue our discussion about Ed's future in the corporation."
The ungentlemanly leer that accompanied McHenry's statement made Lynn's irritation with him flare up again, but she managed to hold it in check. She knew now that both she and Ed would have to be very cautious if they wanted to preserve his chances for that promotion without simply handing her body over to McHenry. She wished that she hadn't drunk so much, so that she would have known better than to have sat through as much of that lewd performance, but at least she knew now what kind of place the Executive Club was and what kind of vile beast Ed's superior was, a man who would trade upon a woman's loyalty to her husband just to get her into a bed with him. She was completely revolted by what had happened tonight and she knew that Ed would be too, when she told him. Ed would know what to do with this man, even if it meant looking for a job with another company.