Edyth felt the cold morning air gradually creep over her body and quickly adjusted the thermostat before putting on the robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. She sat huddled on the edge of the bathtub; even cuddled inside the thick robe she could not escape the shakes or tremors.
As if in a trance, she stood and turned on the faucets, allowing the bottom of the bath to fill a little before pouring in the perfumed bubble-bath. In one fluid motion, without waiting for the thick liquid to dissolve she stepped out of her robe and sat down in the steaming water.
She slid back with her eyes closed as if about to go to sleep, while her hands moved the hot water lazily over her body. A soft moan escaped from her slightly parted lips as her bruised body relaxed to the therapeutic heat and the white scented bubbles consuming her reclining figure.
Afterwards, she rubbed herself with scented lotion from head to toe, gently massaging the bruises and welts. She closed her mind tightly against the memory of the previous evening and for the time being decided to think about it later. Mentally and physically drained she felt the need for more sleep, and for now all other thoughts were pushed from her mind. She returned to the bedroom and curled beneath the crumpled sheet, her body finding comforting warmth, her mind returning to the abyss of dreams.
Even in sleep, she could not escape the reality of the situation; because deep down, there were no excuses, just the locked away rhythmic beat of an emotionally charged passion. Again and again her subconscious replayed the events of the previous evening, noiseless moans as her mind relived in slow motion her licentious behaviour. Her head rolled back and forth on the pillow, trying to avoid the return of illusory hands, faces and drinks floating towards her. The never-ending river of alcohol, combined with that deep suggestive voice taking her to a point where she became aroused by her own lewd thoughts. Combined they propelled her with the needed bravado and encouragement to participate with reckless abandon; even when it became apparent that she knew of the photos and videos she allowed to be taken.
Her mind screamed. "No! It was the alcohol!" as it spiralled out of control and her subconscious became incited by her acts of wanton exhibition and the uncontrollable arousal. The ever returning images of her dancing completely naked, her breasts glistening in sweat and hips obscenely thrusting forward in sexual offering, stoked the fires of latent desire between her thighs. Even in sleep, her subconscious capitulated, her inner thigh muscles tightening in a futile effort to stop the electrifying tingles of sensation from rapidly taking over her body. Somewhere of in the dark recess of her mind she heard a soft low murmur of heated desire, and could feel the ache and throb in her nipples as they hardened into turgid bullets. Faint sensation of her hips moving up off the bed in slow and seductive circles, her quivering thighs slowly spread opening, beckoning.
She awoke with a start, her cunt throbbing and oozing her juices. She quickly sat up, her body drenched with sweat and an incredible thirst, her breathing laboured and deep. She groaned aloud and held her head with both hands and fell back on the bed.
It took another bath, two cups of coffee and three cigarettes before a calm, composed awareness returned. She reasoned that even if the drinks had loosened her resolve to the point where she too was aroused by what was going on around her, she conceded, something else had changed her drastically, some dormant hedonistic desires that she had no control over.
It had been three long days since that night. She had not talked to or heard from Bev, which only complicated the situation. With her patience wearing thin by the day, it didn't take her long to decide and reason out her options. In fact, it had been frightfully simple: she could continue to do or say nothing, waiting to see if the whole incident blew over, or force the issue and put resolution to everything. She was more scared by what she didn't know about herself, rather than the consequence of her indiscretions.
She rationalized that the answers she was looking for lay in her own reaction, not with Bev, CJ or the endless number of drinks she consumed; it was already there, waiting for the right time and catalyst. In fact, it had been mere words that had ignited her impious thoughts and actions, with the capability to change her life.
So far she had successfully separated her thoughts and feelings, isolating them completely, while maintaining a semblance of order in her personal life. Her family or co-workers gave no indication of any change in her personality. In fact, for most part life went on as normal, however, for her each day brought more conflicting thoughts of right and wrong, and a sinking feeling that her little piece of the world was about to come crashing down. Everything going on around her seemed too surreal; like the calm before the storm.
She finally popped the last button closed and then looked over at the mirror. The dress had a conservative look, soft blue with a subtle white trim, flaring smartly over her hips and stopping about six inches below her knees. She felt a warm flush spread over her face as the light shining behind her passed seductively through the thin dress and outlined her smooth legs. She quickly noticed that it didn't matter what way she turned, both legs were clearly visible when the light was directly behind her. Under the dress she had on blue stretch lace stay-up stockings with elastic tops, a small expanse of soft, white flesh tapering up towards royal blue satin bikini panties. She straightened herself up and looked at her breasts supported by a royal blue demi-meshed bra; the thin straps invisible from the back of the dress. She was ready.
While she waited for the cab to arrive she looked through the yellow pages for a place to go. After a few moments she found the perfect place, The Charter Lounge, not as seedy as Alto's or as high-end as the Palamino Club. The Charter advertised afternoon strip jamborees, a dance floor and reasonably priced rooms. She felt a tinge of guilt creep inside her mind, astonished that she felt no remorse at what she was intending to do, preparing for the unknown and determined to leave the word no out of her vocabulary.
She heard the cab pull up in the driveway, after closing the phone book; she grabbed her purse before leaving the house. If there had been any concerns or fears about what she was doing, they were left outside the cab, when the door closed.
Forty minutes later she was standing outside The Charter Club, listening to the loud beat of the music from inside, as it matched her thumping heart. Shaking with a mixture of fear and excitement, she took a deep breath before going inside.
She stopped outside the lounge, and peeked inside. It was like a time warp, the lounge resembling something from the seventies, loud thumping music and an endless onslaught of multi-coloured laser lights dancing everywhere. There were about twenty people sitting throughout the lounge and three couples on the dance floor; participating in seductive thigh fucking dances.
