He pulled into the club's entranceway, stopped and walked around the car to open the door for her.
"Oops," she said giggling as she got out of the car and nearly stumbled. "I've had too much to drink already."
"Nonsense, silly girl, you're just not used to the night air," he said, the smile still spread across his face.
Brace yourself, Janet thought as they neared the door, but somehow she didn't feel as nervous about going to a topless show as she had before. The five Martinis has relaxed her nervous code of ethics until she saw the billboard in front of the club.
"FIRST IN LOS ANGELES – TOPLESS AND BOTTOMLESS."
She gasped when she saw the sign, trying to cover her shock. For a moment she stood still, halting Martin on his walk to the door. Oh no, she thought. I can't… but… I'm a grown married woman now. I can take this. She giggled again trying to suppress her strict Midwestern morality and walked through the doorway, followed by Martin who tipped the doorman his usual exaggerated tip.
Janet felt her sobriety weaken as she entered the club. Strobe lights beat a weird rhythm to the music. For a brief moment she focused her eyes to the strange light and discovered that she was having trouble walking with the lights beating at her eyes in the off and on strange patterns.
She glanced at the stage to see six overlarge breasts bouncing to the wild music. Quickly she lowered her eyes to the floor to watch her feet follow Martin and the Maitre d' to their table.
"Anything wrong," Martin asked her, knowing all the while she was shocked.
She shook her head bravely and he ordered cocktails from the waiter, her moving head only further confusing her senses. The strobe lights beat a strange and haunting rhythm on her brain and body. The potion in the flash had taken effect, but she refused to recognize it at first. She watched the dancer until she heard Martin's voice at her ear.