Martin pulled her closer, then suddenly kissed her, crushing her lips against his open mouth, thrusting his tongue deep into her throat.
Oh my God, she thought. What is happening! The shock of the sudden kiss had awakened her from the wild, sexual stupor. She wanted the kiss, but knew it was wrong. They mustn't. "No, Martin…" she tried to say, struggling away from him. She was frightened, knowing that he still excited her, that she wanted him. But she had gone too far. She must stop. She turned and walked quickly, but unsteadily from the dance floor toward the door, bumping into people as she left. Martin followed her to the outside, picking up her wrap at the hat check.
CHAPTER TWO
Ashamed of herself, Janet whimpered quietly as the white convertible sped along the freeway. Now I've ruined our friendship, she thought bitterly. How could I have led him so far? I only wanted to make Greg jealous and now I'll hurt Martin. How selfish could I have been to have thought I could use him like that?
Deep in self accusation Janet failed to notice the bright lights of the exit turnoff. Martin had driven off the freeway far from either of their homes. He knew exactly where he was going. The girl, far on the other side of the car, paid no attention to him, but he didn't care at that moment. He knew the liquor and sex potion were still powerful enough to turn her on again if he played it carefully. Her seduction was assured. The plan was working perfectly and with no possibility of flaws.
Janet watched the lights of the city grow smaller as they drove up Mulholland Drive. Her senses were still fogged. Each impression that she received through her eyes was a singular, momentary one, giving her time to analyze each light, each sense. She felt as if she had been smoking Acapulco Gold, an exceptionally strong Marijuana that she and Greg had tried once at a wild party. The drug had scared her and she had never attempted to try it again.