And he was about to see that happen as his two muscle-men loomed over her. Their teeth were tightly gritted in animal lust and their faces showed the sadistic thrill they were getting. One of them, the blond chauffeur Herman, had started to crawl up on the bed, a low animal growl of savagery in his throat.

"No!" The voice of Fred Hartman was quiet and carried a great deal of authority behind it. Herman stopped instantly, squinting into the hazy smoke and darkness. Fred Hartman spoke with the weary patience of someone speaking to a not-too-bright boy. "You've forgotten the oil, Herman. You and Ben have forgotten the oil."

The two men exchanged grins, and Herman reached under the bed, coming up with a large bottle of clear baby oil. He unscrewed the cap and threw it aside, then held the bottle over the full sensuous breasts of the Dodge girl who lay so invitingly on the bed. He poured the oil over her soft naked mounds with their big bulleted nipples. Nancy, smiling lewdly, used her hands to smear the thick, glistening oil all over her stomach while a lewdly grinning Ben rubbed it all over her curving thighs and buttocks. He devoted considerable attention to the deep shadowy crevice between her ass-cheeks and to her widespread cuntal furrow.

Nancy Dodge seemed to enjoy caressing herself. She was maddened by lust or drugs or a combination of both, and she massaged her oil-sheered breasts rhythmically as she tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one slippery mound up in place while her tongue licked at the nipple.

The audience groaned again as people crowded closer, sweating, intent on the lewd girl nakedly writhing on the bed, her body covered with oil and glistening in the light.