Chapter 9

Inside the dressing room, Rita busied herself changing into her belly dance costume for her first number. She paused briefly in front of the mirror to admire her sleek nudity. Yes, she was still stacked up as well as when she'd been a kid. That was one good thing about belly dancing. It kept you in shape.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, she had a feeling of not being alone, of being watched. Had she heard something, or someone? Not a moan, surely?

She remembered the time in Pittsburgh when she used to entertain the drummer in her dressing room. At the end of the engagement he'd confessed that his buddies had drilled a hole in the wall and were in the habit of watching the two of them during their intimacies between sets on the bandstand. She'd clobbered the son-of-a-bitch so hard, she wondered if his eye was healed yet.

So, it could be she was being watched right now. Pity the poor sneaking rat if someone was peeping, and she caught him. She picked up a hand mirror and casually appeared to examine her face in it. In reality, as she slowly angled the mirror about, her sharp eyes were scanning the walls for any tell-tale appertures. Yes! There! Son of a bitch, there was a glistening behind the hole that could only be an eyeball!

Very slowly, nonchalantly, she put the mirror down and sidled toward the door. Grasping the handle, she sprang into furious action. Yanking the door open, she leaped outside, bounded two steps to the corner of the cubicle, turned, and....

"Crazy!", she spat venomously. "Why you scrawny, sneaking, half-witted little creep!" She grabbed him violently by the shoulders and dragged him toward the dressing room.

Crazy's eyes held the dumb panic of a cornered rabbit as she threw him inside and slammed the door behind them. He stumbled and went sprawling.

"Get up, you idiot", she shouted. "Get up and give me your belt. I'm going to beat the living hell out of you!"

Crazy eyed her uncomprehendingly. "Uh ... Hi, Rita", he mushed, wiping at a drool of saliva that emerged with his words.

"You disgusting cretin", she hissed. "I said give me your belt."

"Uh ... sure, Rita" His frail, uncoordinated hands fumbled with the buckle and finally solved it. She lashed out and snatched the belt off him. As she did so, his too-big jeans dropped around his ankles. His frightened eyes seemed to beg permission to retrieve them

"So you wanted to see me naked, eh? Well, how do you like it, creep? ... Go on, look at me!"

Thus authorized, Crazy's eyes dropped to her swelling ripeness for the first time since she'd discovered him at the peephole. A glassy-eyed, wet-lipped leer began to take over his features, when , . .

Crack! Rita laid the heavy leather whip square-ly across his cheek. His head spun disjointedly backward and he sagged against the wall.

"Ow-w-w-w", he screamed. Tears came to his eyes as he started to slide downward against the wall. To keep him upright, she crunched the sole of her foot painfully against his knee, snapping his leg straight.

"Stand up and take it like a man, you scum", she rasped. "Though you're the sorriest excuse for a man I've ever seen."

Crack! Crack! With each slash of the belt across his neck, chest and thighs, Crazy howled his pain piteously. Between blows, Rita watched his suffering with growing satisfaction and excitement. Her naked breasts heaved and lolled with strain and pleasure.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

"Please Rita ... I won't do it no more", Crazy blubbered, sobbing, licking at the mucous running onto his upper lip.

Suddenly something in her snapped. She could feel it coming but then lost all capacity for thought as she was caught in the clutches of a blinding, lusting frenzy of rage. She flung the belt into the corner. Going to her knees in front of him, she attacked him with her hands and teeth.

"You dirty, filthy, stinking, slobbering bastard!", she screamed, tearing at him with savage violence. Slashing nails and snapping teeth ripped his shorts from him in shreds. She eyed his nudity closely for a moment and then hit with a short right chop. As her fist plunged into his baggy flesh, Crazy emitted a muffled, breathless grunt and began to double over. At this, she reached up and hit him sharply in the solar plezus, once more forcing him approximately upright against the wall.

Her fury raged ever more out of control in the presence of his disgusting nakedness, the sight of his arrested manhood-She parted her lips in a brutal sneer around the carnivorous white teeth. Overwhelmed with hatred and disgust for Crazy, she lunged forward to attack him.

"Ee-e-e-e!", he screamed as she seized him in her gnashing mouth. But he remained rooted as she abused him, her jaw working cruelly.

As her fury goaded her to the verge of clamping her jaws incisively shut, no matter what the consequences, Crazy squirmed and moaned, throbbing rigidly.

She left off the attack then, gagging at a wave of sudden nausea. She stood.

"Get out of here, you slimy filth!", she screeched.

Seizing him by the shoulders, she hurled him against the door. Together they managed to get it open and she kicked him out into the dark hallway, watching him stumble and fall over the jeans which were still wadded around his ankles.

Slamming the door, she leaned weakly against it. Her fury was draining away as quickly as it had possessed her. Oh my god, oh, my god, what have I done?, she trembled. Then, as her gorge rose precipitously in her throat, she bent over and stumbled urgently toward the sink-