The drugged redhead took the garments, looking at him questioningly.
"Where… where's the dressing room?"
"Right here," he snapped. "Hurry – we don't have much time. And don't mind me – I've already seen your naked body, if you'll recall."
I can't stand this! Jill thought to herself. She'd never felt so degraded in all her life, and her whole body froze as she murmured, "No… I can't…"
"Of course you can! Or maybe you'd rather have me call the police?" he said, smiling at the shudder of horror that ran through her body again at the use of the word "police".
Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, but Jill forced them back. Silently she slipped out of her navy blue skirt and then slowly lifted off her striped pullover and pantyhose. She picked up the skimpy garments, trying to figure out how they were supposed to be worn.
"Take off your bra and panties," Lars ordered. And then when she hesitated, he repeated in a louder voice, "TAKE THEM OFF!"
The drug-dazed young woman obeyed, blushing as she felt his piercing eyes surveying her naked flesh. An odd little tingle – born partly of fear and partly of something else – began to travel through her exposed body as she donned the tiny halter top, suede bikini panties, and minuscule matching skirt, then laced up the high-heeled boots. Everything fit perfectly, and the garment was disgustingly revealing, the soft suede brushing up against her drug-sensitized flesh felt unexpectedly pleasant.
"Good! I thought you were the same size as Helga," the corrupt businessman remarked, coming toward her to stroke his hands over the tight-fitting skirt and halter. The tingling feeling in Jill's loins increased at the feel of his hands, she was beginning to feel completely depraved now, and it was a surprisingly nice way to feel, her drug-befuddled mind thought… This depravity in turn created a ripple of excitement which, combined with the hashish and the utter helplessness of her situation, abruptly brought her hidden masochistic impulses boiling to the surface.
"Now here's what you're going to do," Lars instructed, his hands continuing to stroke the soft suede covering Jill's sensitive breasts and thighs. "You'll take this and go out on the stage, and then you'll play with it for awhile. If you feel nervous, don't look at the audience. Just pretend you're home in your own bedroom. The girl in this part is supposed to be shy, anyway." The Danish sex-show manager reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a pink plastic vibrator of the same kind Jill had used before and placed it in her hand.
Jill was immobilized, utterly transfixed by a lewd vision of herself standing half-naked on a stage before a crowd of people, clutching this plastic dildo. Could she be hallucinating, was the hashish she'd smoked so much of lately causing her to lose her mind? How could this man possibly expect her to do such a thing!
"You heard what I said – now get moving. This show's about to start," he said in a cold cruel voice, shoving her behind a jungle plant and pushing the horrified young redhead out another door. There was the distinct sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jill knew that there was nothing to do but turn around and face the audience whose whistles and sporadic clapping she heard behind her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jill Duncan turned slowly around to face the crowded semi-circle of spectators seated in tiers a little below the low stage where she herself was standing. There was a round bed covered by some furry fabric in the center of the stage, and psychedelic-hued lights were flashing on and off. The terrified young American was grateful for the lights which half-blinded her drugged eyes and made it almost impossible to see the audience. To actually sit down on the suggestive stage-prop seemed perverted enough in itself, but Jill realized that her trembling knees would not support her for very much longer. When she reached the bed, the colored lights stopped and loud rock music began blaring from a speaker somewhere behind her.
Now that the lights were no longer flashing, Jill was able to see the audience clearly. There were about sixty people in the small dark room, most of them middle-aged men in business suits, but a few well-dressed women and exotically-clad hippie types as well. Most of the spectators were sipping cocktails, but the long-haired young men were smoking what her nose immediately recognized was hashish. And there, in the far left corner, were two uniformed policemen!
Naturally the terrified young redhead could not know that Lars Jensen had strategically placed two costumed employees just where she would be bound to see them, and Jill presumed that they must be the police inspectors the manager had warned her about. In her drugged condition, her mind leap-frogged from illogic to logic and finally analyzed her trapped position; if she didn't go on with the show, they'd arrest her for all the obscene things she had done with Erik the night before. There was no choice but to use the vibrator right there in front of all these leering people!
Luckily, the dope had the blessed effect of making everything seem a little unreal. Jill rationalized the entire thing by pretending she were living through the most frightening nightmare of her life, and this made it possible for her to turn on the penis-shaped instrument that the manager had placed in her shaking hands. It came to life with a loud purring sound, its quivering motion giving her an unexpected feeling of confidence.
I'll do like Mr. Jensen said – it's the only way I can go through with this, Jill decided. I'll just try to believe that all these people aren't here at all that I'm alone at home. Closing her green eyes, the half-naked young redhead leaned back on the big round bed and lifted the plastic dildo to her full breasts.
It was actually not nearly as difficult as she'd expected it to be. So long as she kept her eyes closed, the quivering movements of the stimulating vibrator on her drugged body relaxed her. After the two unfulfilling sexual encounters of the past two days, the young redhead's sensuous body was immediately aroused and began to tingle with depraved excitement.
The cleavage of the provocative suede halter top was so low that Jill had no trouble reaching her sensitive little nipples with the vibrator. After running the lewd plastic cock around first one, then the other, she felt her body begin a responsive quivering as thin fingers of hot shameless lust sped from her fully erected nipples straight down to her suede-covered loins. A tremulous sigh rose from her chest as her desire-swollen vaginal lips began to throb against the tight-fitting bikini panties, and she began to slide the dildo down over her youthful, almost virginal flesh toward the lustfully aroused area up between her legs.
Suddenly a loud voice from the audience sounded above the music, shattering the magic bubble that had been surrounding the drugged girl's mind. "Come on, baby!" the drunken voice called out, "let's see you fuck yourself!" A few other people began clapping in excited approval.
How can I be doing this? Jill's mind, temporarily cleared of all protective illusions, cried out. How can I lie here masturbating in front of these people – how can I? Yet inconceivable as it was, she knew that she would continue this depraved act – and that she would even enjoy it! The very obscenity of the situation excited her even more, and she knew she was heading for that powerful orgasm she'd so long awaited.
I'm perverted! I'm doing the worst thing I could possibly do! she told herself, experiencing an intense thrill of delight at the idea. Yes – and I like doing it too! And with that admission ringing in her brain, she lowered the throbbing dildo directly over the space between her parted legs.
"If you wanna be fucked, I'll take care of it for you!" a voice shouted down at her. Jill's eyes popped open in astonishment to see an enormous naked man, who looked Arabic, standing above her, his long thick cock standing straight out from his hair-covered loins, his lust-hardened penis wagged menacingly at her as he took a few steps toward her trembling young body.