At first, she was flattered and pleased with all the attention she was getting; but as the long afternoon wore on and more drinks were consumed and cocktails began to stock up in front of her, she found the conversation getting rough. One man whose name she didn't catch, was sitting next to her. He was a big man, older, with a gruff voice. He put a sweaty hand on her thigh and squeezed it, hoarsely whispering, "Let's you and me go have some action."
Nancy smiled at him with her elegant features serene and composed. "I beg your pardon?"
"Fuck," the man whispered in her ear.
Nancy reacted as if hit in the face by a wet towel. She looked at the man, astonished. Surely she hadn't heard right.
"Fuck," the man repeated. "Get a couple of bottles and a hotel room and fuck. I'd like to fuck you to within an inch of your life. I'd like to fuck you until you beg me to stop."
The flow and company around their table suddenly shifted, everybody moving like they all were in a kaleidoscope. Nancy suddenly realized she was getting drunk, and she pushed her drink away and upset several drinks. Everyone laughed and no one seemed to mind. Several men ordered more drinks as Nancy looked around, trying to find the man who had whispered in her ear.
His words burned in her brain like acid sears through steel. He had been crude and vulgar and… filthy. His words had sounded lewd and visions of a couple… naked… in a hotel room was in her mind. She was shocked and indignant by what the man had so lasciviously whispered in her ear… and… Oh God, she was oddly aroused. No one… ever… had ever dared talked to her like that before… no one! His suggestion was obscene and insulting and yet, yet, she found a little smile playing about her sensuously pulpy lips. "No more for Nancy, she's smashed!"