
A general feeling of obscene permissiveness flooded the room. Guests hastily gulped at their drinks and refilled their glasses from bottles strategically placed nearby. Groans, moans and exclamations of lewdness were heard. Tiny coals glowed in the dark as guests lighted up hashish and marijuana cigarettes in order to intensify the feeling of wantonness that dominated the room.
Most of the assembled guests had seen pornographic films and exhibitions before; the mere fact that an obscene sex show was going to take place before their eyes wasn't the singe most important thing.
It was the girl, the girl standing up on the stage.
Sadly, as viewers of erotica know only too well, most of the girls who submit to lewd and perverted sex have something missing. Generally, they are not attractive, having a plain-Jane face, or a body that leaves something to be desired… or a twisted mind.
But not so with this girl. Fred Hartman had nothing but the best. The girl standing on the stage was beautiful. She was standing with her body completely covered from the neck down in a purple robe. Her face was incredibly lovely, having the fine, delicate features that smacked of good breeding. She had a mane of jet black hair that was long and crossed over her forehead, giving her a casual, sensuous look. Her nose was refined and thin, having just a hint of upsweep on the end. Her eyes were a pale intriguing blue and set wide apart and slightly tilted. Her mouth was wide and her lips possessed that full lascivious softness that was so enticing. Her chin was rounded and firm, and the complexion of her skin was healthy and a sensuous soft white.
