Janet closed her eyes, trying to put the flashing strobes out of range, but their intense light shown through her eyelids and seemed to beat harder into her mind. The tempo of the music had increased yet the pair held close to each other, still dancing with their bodies almost as one. The young wife's mind was playing sexual fantasies deep within her. Her body was responding. She could feel her breasts heaving against Martin, with only the thin veneer of light summer clothing between his chest and her taut nipples.

The music, liquor and aphrodisiac had become too much for her. She opened her eyes, seeing a single topless dancer undulating on the stage. Janet began to dance the same patterns as the girl as she pushed away from Martin.

Soul music, Janet thought. I can feel it! I can feel it! She jerked her body in rhythm, throwing her arms, feeling her breasts bounce beneath the sheer white dress. She was perspiring, aware only of the hot flashes of abandonment coursing through her body.

As she danced, she watched the single girl on the stage. Instead of being embarrassed, as perhaps, she normally would have, she was intent on becoming that girl. The dancer's bare breasts moved with halting grace under the influence of the rotating lights. Janet's imagination transported her to the stage, dancing half-nude in front of more than two hundred people, throwing her arms in the controlled sensual movements of a professional Go-Go Girl.

Her hips jerked to the beat, perfectly in tune with her bouncing breasts. She felt free, alive. She was in a sexual world of her own, but wanting, needing a man. Suddenly the dancer on the stage unfastened her G-string and let it fall to the floor, exposing the thin, open slit of her clean-shaven womanhood.