He stopped in the doorway and turned to her. "You're frightened," he said, attempting to be gentle even as his eyes spewed urgent, raw lust at her. "I feel you trembling… but don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise…"

Oddly, she was encouraged by his words, enough so that she managed a further smile as she said: "I-I'm afraid I'm not much good at this sort of thing. "I-I haven't done it m-much."

He grinned lasciviously, drawing her into the room. "I'll help you," he half whispered. "You just be your normal, luscious self… and leave the rest up to me." He left her, crossing the room.

Karen raised her drink and gulped half of it down. He had turned on a dim bureau lamp and started to remove his coat and tie. For the first time she saw the girth of his stomach protruding against his white shirt… and then the bulge of his penis straining against his trousers. She stared at him in somewhat spellbound fascination as he unbuttoned his shirt, as if she were suddenly bewitched by this whole unbelievable scene in which she was scheduled to play a leading role. It was like some comedy… some farce she had once seen somewhere… as if she ought to burst out laughing… but there was nothing to laugh at… absolutely nothing at all!

"Would you like me to undress you, darling?" he asked softly. He had removed his shirt and was pulling his undershirt over his head. She saw the full bulk of his heavy belly then, hairless and pink-skinned like a baby, his effeminate breasts puffy and flabby, a small patch of hair between them.

She shook her head automatically to his question and walked to the other side of the bed, setting down her drink and reaching up behind her to lower the zipper of her dress. Whatever she did from here on, it would have to be without thinking… for if she gave this lurid situation one complete minute of" thought she would run from there like a scared rabbit.