Chapter 12

Inside, she saw it was a huge, dimly-lighted nightclub. Everyone there was rustically dressed rather than formal, and when Mike gave his name to the reservations clerk, the man nodded and waved to the maitre'd. The latter ushered them through tightly packed square tables and seats to their own table, right down front.

"A table this close must be costing you a fortune," Ann remarked.

"Doesn't cost a cent," he smiled.

They ordered drinks, then Mike insisted they dance.

His breath didn't have that coffee sourness on it tonight, thank God! But when he danced with her, he held her close. She was able to feel the thick length of his penis rubbing against her, and she reddened, thinking of the way he had fucked her in his apartment.

They returned to the table, drank, had seconds, then had food. It was when the meal was finished, and they were enjoying a third drink that Ann realized she was feeling hot. Droplets of perspiration had broken out all over her, and she was feeling ... aroused? Why? She hadn't seen anything to titillate her imagination, nor had Mike tried groping her in public. It didn't make sense.

When the fourth drinks arrived, and she tried to push hers aside, Mike said in a soft voice, "Drink!"

"I don't want anymore," she told him. "Drink!" he insisted. "No!"

"Drink it and don't make a scene. That's the last one.

Sighing, she said, "all right," and tossed it off. "What's so important about my drinking this stuff. It tastes like watered whiskey, so you can't be trying to get me drunk."

"Not drunk," he assured her, "just aroused."

"What?"

"There's a pinch of absinthe in your drinks, mixed with cantharides, and the food was seasoned with yohimbin-all aphrodisiacs."

"Are you insane?" she whispered.

"Not at all," he assured her. "Every drink in the place has an aphrodisiac in it, as does the food. Now sit and relax."

The floorshow began, starting with a singer of extremely filthy songs. Next, came a comedian telling dirty jokes. Then some totally naked girls came on stage and danced, and as she watched, Ann felt more and more stimulated. Then naked men came out and danced with the naked girls, and Ann realized she was perspiring very heavily. God! Just looking at all this was lighting fires in her the like of which she thought would roast her alive. When Mike did reach under the table and slip a hand inside her thigh, she unwittingly opened her legs and then gasped when he rubbed her cunt.

The dancing was finally over, and Ann thought the house lights might go up, but the M.C. came out and said, "Okay, folks, it's time for our audience participation. We already have our performers for tonight lined up, and believe me, this is the best part of the whole show. You'll love it!"

"What's he talking about?" Ann gasped, leaning forward, shuddering as Mike's finger continued playing with her vaginal slit, pressing her panties into it.

"Watch!" he told her, continuing to finger her cunt.

Ann should have asked him to stop, but it was dark, and she was grateful no one else was able to see as he slipped his finger inside her crotchband, and pushed it into the tight, wet, bog that was her dripping cunt. He forced the finger in and out very slowly, and she found she was barely able to sit still as he fingered her.

A spotlight hit the stage in front of them, and a couple came from one of the ringside tables. They smiled at everyone, and it was obvious to Ann the woman involved was not only high on aphrodisiac, but had probably taken a little pot, as well. The sweetish smell of Colombia Gold filled the air.

What happened next astounded Ann. The man undressed the woman, had her lie oh a long drink-cart that had been rolled onto the stage, and he proceeded to suck her vagina in front of everyone, licking and slurping away until she attained not one, but a whole series of orgasms. The crowd applauded insanely, and looking around, Ann realized that many of the women sitting at the tables were now bare-breasted. What was more, their hands were below their tables, moving in jerky motions, which told her they were playing with the penises attached to the men they were with. The men were also busy, fingering the women, sucking their breasts, but always watching the stage.

Another couple came on stage after that. A playground swing had been set up on the stage, and the woman sat in the swing with her cunt hanging down, and she was hoisted higher than she might normally be, and then she was swung back and forth, while the man stood in front of her, so that on each forward swing, her cunt slid over his cock.

In almost no time the two of them came, and once again the audience roared their approval. Then the M.C. said, "And now for the piece-de-resistance, the attraction we've all been waiting for. Here is Mr. Mike Refizzo and his lady-friend."