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O'Farrell Theatre

By: bobfr



Jan Primm leaned against the kitchen counter in her small apartment in San Leandro, California. She sighed and then blew an errant strand of her light brown hair off to the side of her face. She couldn't use her hands because they were occupied holding a screaming Darren Jr., their youngest, who was going through the terrible twos even before he was two. Courtney, almost four, demanding her share of her mother's attention was clinging onto Jan's bare leg with tiny hands, still sticky from the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches she had eaten for dinner. She was shouting "mommy, mommy read me a story . . . read me a story right now." 

Jan wished, oh how she wished, that Darren, her husband, was home. She knew that he wouldn't be home for three more weeks because he was at sea thousands of miles away. He wasn't in the Navy but for nearly two years Darren had worked on a container ship that sailed between the west coast and Asia. His typical exotic ports of call included places like Hong Kong, Shanghai, Osaka, Tokyo, Manila, and Singapore. 

She was abruptly brought back to the present when she realized that, finally, Darren Jr. had stopped fussing and had, abruptly, fallen into a deep sleep. As she gently laid him in his bed and pulled the covers over him she said a silent prayer that he would stay down for the night. After spending some time with her daughter and reading her the "Little Mermaid" for the umpteenth time, Courtney too was soon off to slumber-land. 

Now, at long last, the kids were down and she was alone. Jan was grateful for the peace but with Darren gone she was also very lonely, desperate for adult company and conversations. To tell the truth, she was getting tired of taking care of kids, reading pocket books, watching television, even the daily visits with Rita, her neighbor--whose husband Gus also worked on Darren's ship. Frankly, she was bored to death. 

Tonight there would be no television to keep her company until she dozed off because they had cut her electricity on Friday afternoon and they wouldn't restore it until Monday, the following morning, after she made a cash payment for the past-due amount. And, because her computer also required electricity, tonight there would be no possibility of retrieving any e-mail from Darren or sending an e-mail to him. She was grateful that today's large ships were connected to the mainland by satellites so Internet connections at sea, except in a few black spots, were nearly as good as those on land. 

In the glow of the candles, that this time were lit out of necessity and not to create an ambiance for romance, she looked around the small two-bedroom apartment. This wasn't what she expected when she and Darren married. She couldn't have imagined that they would be living from paycheck to paycheck and separated for weeks at a time. Practically, they had learned that she couldn't work and help out because the cost of daycare in the Bay area for two children offset whatever she could make with her limited skills. She remembered the disaster of trying to work as a receptionist in a law office for three months when Darren Jr. was nearly a year old. They actually went in the hole when transportation, new clothes, cleaning, a higher tax bracket-- because of their increased income--and the dreaded daycare costs were added. 

Darren made fairly good money but the cost of living in the San Francisco Bay Area was very high. They were still paying for the three-year-old Honda, furniture, student loans and even the engagement ring he had placed on the third finger of her left hand the night he proposed to her. 

As she slipped her husband's baggy college sweatshirt over her head, she noticed the three, faded-red, block letters "O.R.U." emblazoned across its front. This caused her thoughts to drift back to the first time she saw Darren at the Oral Roberts University Student Union more than four years ago. They were both freshmen. She had been a high school cheer leader and intended to become an elementary school teacher but when she looked into his deep blue eyes she was smitten. After that, school and studies soon took a distant second place to him. He was the most handsome man she had ever seen, like a taller Brad Pitt with a twinkle in his eye and a smile that would be perfect for a toothpaste ad. He asked her if he could buy her a Coke and she accepted though she was, supposedly, going steady with John, whom her parents adored. By the next day she was no longer going steady with John and never dated another person. Within two months she and Darren were engaged and by their third month together she was pregnant with Courtney. 

Her parents couldn't accept the idea of their getting married. They hated Darren who, they believed, came from the wrong side of the tracks and would never amount to anything. He was also compromised because they had not chosen him for their precious daughter as they had John, whose father was their pastor, and who planned to go into the ministry himself. To this day, Jan's well-off parents had never seen either of their grandchildren and had effectively disowned their only child because she had disobeyed them and settled for less than what they wished for her.

No, on that fateful day when she saw Darren for the first time and fell hopelessly in love, she never expected the financial difficulties they were experiencing or his long absences from their bed. Tonight, like so many nights, she would sleep alone. Tonight, like so many nights, she would ache with emptiness and long to be held, caressed and filled by her husband. She thought that Darren must be the greatest lover in the world. She couldn't compare his physical attributes, technique or stamina with any other man because she had never made love with any other man. She did not count John's clumsy efforts to get into her panties when they were going steady or the awkwardness of several athletes she had dated during high school who tried their best to get to home plate but seldom got to second base. She had been raised in a very religious home. There was never any doubt about which university she would attend, it would be Oral Roberts University located right in her hometown, Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was an institution where the moral code was as important as the faculty and facilities.

Within two weeks after meeting Darren, however, love and her passion for him overcame her mother's teachings, what they had taught her at their fundamentalist church and even the fire and brimstone lectures against premarital sex they had required her to attend at O.R.U. They had driven to Oklahoma City and checked into a motel. It was in that tiny, dingy motel room that she surrendered to her desires and completely gave herself to him. They expressed their love to each other as they hurriedly undressed. Darren came prepared and slipped a condom over his throbbing penis before he slowly and carefully sunk it into her warm, wet and willing but inexperienced body. While the penetration hurt for just a brief moment, the slight pain was soon replaced by an indescribable feeling, one that she never wanted to end. Laying under Darren that night with her long legs spread apart as wide as possible, her arms holding him tightly to her and their lips locked together, she realized that, in more than just a physical way, they had become one. Forever, he and their lovemaking would be a part of her life and she never wanted to go back to how it had been before that moment.

Jan knew that Darren didn't have much more sexual experience than she did. After they made love the first time, she had laid her head on his broad shoulder and tentatively asked, "how many girls have you been with?"

He didn't hesitate, "counting you, three."

Nearly every time they made love after that she playfully asked the same question and he would laugh and give the same answer. Her inquiry and his predictable answer had become a game for them.

During their first two months as a couple they had awakened sexually and learned together. They discovered each other as they were each discovering themselves. Neither was bashful in asking the other to "do this" or "do that." Conversely, "don't do this," "please don't do that." They openly discussed what felt good, great, even better and they were willing to experiment. 

Darren wasn't always as careful with protection as he was that first time in the motel room in Oklahoma City. Before Jan could get on the pill, she discovered that she was pregnant. There was never a question for either of them that they would get married and have the child that they conceived out of love. When she told her parents of their plans, they declared that she would be on her own if she insisted on marrying Darren. 

Love conquers all, they thought, and since she would be on her own anyway, they decided to elope. After they were married, they stuck it out at O.R.U. for another year. However, the writing was on the wall a month before Courtney was born and Jan had to quit her minimum- wage job on campus. She had already dropped her classes to save money as her parents had predicted she would. Proceeds from Darren's student loans and a string of part-time jobs for him forced them to admit that there was absolutely no way they could make it another two years.

Darren had a distant uncle who worked on tanker ships that sailed out of California. His uncle told him that if he came out to the west coast he thought he could get him hired. There was nothing to keep them in Tulsa anymore because of the estranged relationship with her folks and also because Darren's parents were dead and he had no other family there. By the time they left Tulsa pulling a U-Haul trailer that contained all of their meager possessions, Jan was pregnant with Darren Jr. They thought of the move as an adventure and were very excited as they headed west in the Honda with Courtney safely strapped in the back seat in her car-seat.

Darren's uncle couldn't get him a job on the tankers that sailed out of southern California ports. However, he pulled a few strings and arranged for an entry level crew position working on the container ships that sailed out of the bay area, five hundred miles to the north. Sailing to exotic ports as the junior member of a small crew paid double what Darren could make doing anything else. She smiled as she remembered that they had lived in an even smaller apartment than their present one during his first two voyages. Then, he met Rita's husband, Gus, a fellow crew- member, who told him of a vacancy in his apartment building, this apartment building. They had been here ever since. 

She had read an article in "Cosmopolitan" magazine that said after the first year of marriage, and especially after having children, ardor for both the man and the woman would wain. Well, she thought, something must be wrong with us because, unless she was having her period or one of them was sick, seldom did a day go by when he didn't enter her. She had also read that not all women climax and hardly any woman climaxes all the time. I must be some kind of a sex freak, she reasoned, because she couldn't remember a time when she didn't have several orgasms during intercourse and even when he went down on her or when he just played with her with his talented fingers.

Jan couldn't deny Darren anything. One night when she was sucking him he said, "don't stop Jan, don't every stop," as he held her head to his groin. When he came in her mouth that first time she gagged. After that, as she knew what to expect, she would swallow every drop. 

As Jan slipped under the cool sheets, she thought of the changes in their relationship since he began sailing off to the Orient. Until he boarded the container vessel for the first time they had never spent a night apart since she lost her virginity in the squalid motel room in Oklahoma City more than two years before. She sobbed herself to sleep that first night she was left alone. The subsequent nights weren't much easier. Her tummy was swelling as Darren Jr. grew inside her. When her husband returned from his first voyage, they were both almost frantic as their pent up desires were released. That night, their lovemaking was more intense than ever. After he came, for the first time, he stayed hard and they screwed again and again.

Laying in the afterglow, she softly asked, as she had so often before, "how many girls have you been with Darren?"

"Counting you baby, three." And they both laughed.

Later that night as they were making love for the fourth time, he shocked her by blurting out, "oh baby, your pussy's made for fucking . . . you've got the hottest cunt in the world . . . I feel guilty keeping this choice snatch all to myself." Where in the world did all of that come from, she wondered.

After his second voyage and a few months before Darren Jr. was born, the night of his return, laying on the rumpled sheets of their bed, bathed in perspiration after they had both climaxed, she played with the hairs on his chest and asked the same question she had asked dozens of times before. "How many girls have you been with?"

He didn't answer immediately then said, so softly she could barely hear him, "five."

She stiffened and contemplated what he had said. She sat up in bed and then to make sure she didn't misunderstand him she repeated her question. "How many did you say?"

This time without hesitation, "I said five."

"Then that means . . . then that means . . . " She didn't want to cry as the reality sunk in of what he had said. During the last voyage he had screwed two other women.

He confirmed what she had been thinking. "Gus took me to this place in Hong Kong and then after we docked in the Philippines he took me to another place in Manila. Ummm, I told you I would never lie to you kitten and I won't. You asked me and I told you."

"But Darren, you've committed adultery. Does this mean you want our marriage to end." 

"Shit, Jan grow up." He knew this was coming so he lowered his voice, so he didn't wake the kids, and tried to explain. "Honey, I was at sea for a month. You're pregnant. I don't even remember their names. I didn't love them. I didn't even make love to them. I just fucked them."

"But that's not the way either of us was raised."

"I can tell you I sure as shit don't want to end up like your hypocritical, judgmental parents. You knew that I had been with two other girls before I met you and now I've been with two more. What difference does it make? I'm here with you because I want to be. I love only you."

"Nevertheless, you cheated. You were unfaithful," she said.

"You're right, you're right I did cheat because you didn't know about it until now. But, let me ask you, does it really make any difference? Am I in some way a worse person? Is our marriage and our family threatened by what I did for a couple of hours half way around the world?"

"How can I ever trust you again?"

"You can trust me to love you, only you and our child, our children. You can trust me to do my best to take care of you and to never to lie to you. I think I've proven myself tonight. I could have kept my mouth shut and you'd never have known about those women. You can also trust me to let you be independent and free."

Jan was thinking that this was just too much to take in all at once. She hadn't been feeling well as the time for delivery was getting nearer. What he said was true but confusing to her. She tried to picture what it must have been like and what they were like so she asked, "what were they like?" 

"The gal in Hong Kong was really beautiful. She was tall, slim and elegant."

"Was she . . . oh, this isn't easy . . . was she, was she good?"

"Hell Jan, she was a pro, of course she was good. She was great." He paused then asked. "But want to know something?"

"What?" She asked trying to fight back the tears that were brimming behind her eyelids.

"Hell, the gal in Hong Kong had probably fucked a thousand guys and as good as she was, she wasn't half as good in the sack as you are."

"Really? Why do you say that?"

"Even with these two whores, obviously I haven't had that much experience but I know you're very different than the others."

"How so?" She asked.

"You like sex much more than any woman I've been with. I've never been with someone who can cum like you do and always be ready for more." He looked at her, smiled and said, "As a matter of fact Jan, my fucking those women is really your fault."

"My fault!" She exploded. "How could your not being able to keep your pants zipped up for just a month be my fault?"

"Hold it down. You'll wake the kids." Then he lowered his own voice and said, "If it wasn't so good with you . . . I mean if sex wasn't so great with you, I wouldn't miss it so much. I think guys that don't cheat don't really like or need sex. I'll just bet that their wives or girlfriends are ice cubes and sure don't look like you do. Yes, I'd say my obsession with sex is because of you."

"Let me get this straight," she said. "If I wasn't pretty and didn't enjoy making love to you, then you would be able to be faithful to me?"

"Damned straight. You've got it. Couldn't have said it better myself. When I'm away from you, I think about you constantly. Your beautiful face, fabulous body, the way you move, smell and think. I can't tell you how much I miss you and your boobies and your pussy. Without some relief when we're apart I think I would go crazy."

"Maybe you are crazy. What you just said is the craziest thing I've ever heard. If I can wait for you to get back, I don't see why you can't too."

"Who said you have to wait?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly what you think I mean. You don't have to wait. If something happened while I was gone . . . well, I could live with that." Then, he decided to let her know what had been bouncing around in his mind. "Now that I think about it, I could do more than just accept it, I'd like it, I'd really like it."

Jan couldn't believe what he had said. Not only had she discovered that he had been messing around but he was saying that he wouldn't mind it if she did the same thing, he actually wanted her to be with other men. Now she was sure he didn't love her anymore. He used to get so jealous when men paid a little too much attention to her. When a look turned into a leer. Now, she realized that his new attitude coincided with his doing what sailors--whether married or not--are famous for doing; chasing, catching and seducing women.

"So it wouldn't bother you if I told you that I had gone to bed with someone else?" She asked incredulously.

"Did you?" He smiled at her knowing what her answer would be.

"Of course not. I'm not like that . . . and I'm as big as a house."

"You won't be pregnant forever baby. I'll just bet that a few weeks after the baby's born you'll be hot to trot."

"Maybe I'll be hot to trot for you, but no one else." Her eyes locked on his, "no one else . . . never anyone else."

"Be careful what you say baby," he warned. "Before my second voyage I would never have thought that I would be with another woman." Then Darren shook his head from side to side and advised his wife, "never say never."

Jan actually considered taking Courtney and leaving him. However, the prospect of returning home in defeat, pregnant, with only one year of college and no job skills was anything but appealing. Her parents would gloat and she could just imagine that the phrase she would hear most often would be, "I told you so." If there were other options for her, she couldn't figure out what they were. Also, she had to admit that she still loved him, she still needed him, he was a part of her. And, Courtney and the baby that would be born in a few months deserved to have a father in their lives.

Jan didn't leave Darren after she learned that he had been with other women and that he wanted her to be with other men. They didn't get a divorce. Two weeks later when his ship sailed off under the Golden Gate Bridge toward the setting sun, she knew that he would probably end up in bed with another woman or women. The realization wasn't easy to deal with but, reluctantly, she accepted it. Men will be men she thought. She couldn't deny him anything, even an occasional tryst when he was thousands of miles from their bed.


O'Farrell Theatre



After Darren Jr. was born and she lost the weight she had gained, Darren insisted that she change the way she dressed. He wanted her to wear shorter skirts, tighter jeans, to bare her flat tummy and show off her perfect C-cup breasts--that had been B-cups when they first met. Short shorts in the summer, high heels, even with jeans, no bra or panties except for a necessary few days each month were what he wanted. At first she resisted but not for long because she didn't seem to be able to deny Darren anything. It wasn't long before the wardrobe she brought from Oklahoma had been entirely replaced with apparel that he thought was sexy. 

They hadn't been going to church since they arrived in California. Their lives were rapidly changing. They were both teetotalers when they met but now Darren drank beer and even ordered a bottle of Napa Valley wine--which he drank by himself--the last time they splurged and went out to dinner at a nice restaurant. "Come on Jan, give it a try, you'll like it. I promise you won't go to hell."

"Darren, you know I don't drink. I never have and I'm not going to start now," she declared. 

After one of his trips when he pulled his T-shirt over his head she saw the tatoo above the big hard bicep on his right arm. It was two strands of barred wire, intertwined, that encircled his arm. What she saw shocked her and she let him know it. "My goodness Darren what's that on your arm?"

"Obviously, it's a tatoo. Most of the guys on the ship have at least one. They've been ragging me since the first voyage and in Thailand, I finally gave in."

"Can you remove it?"

"Of course not. I wouldn't if I could. I think it's cool."

He was changing all right. He had started smoking but respected her wishes that he not smoke in the apartment or even in front of the children. In her parent's world, smoking was in the same category as bank-robbing. When she kissed him, she didn't like the taste of tobacco in his mouth, at first, but eventually she got used to it.

A few months ago he bought them a computer and signed on with an e-mail service so they could keep in touch during his voyages. Once or twice during each trip she would ask in an e-mail, "how many girls have you been with?"

To which Darren would reply, "Let's see now, counting you nine." Then, as time went on "eleven," "fifteen" until the last e-mail she had received on Thursday, the day before they disconnected the power he had typed "twenty-four" in response to the question that wasn't as much fun asking as it had been. Two dozen women, she thought. Twenty-one since he had been sailing away from her for nearly two years. Twenty-one pairs of breasts and pairs of legs. Twenty-one mouths and vaginas. 

As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help wondering: Why did he do it? What were the women like? How did she compare with them?

Chapter 2

Jan was up at the crack of dawn the next morning. She drove to the nearest PG&E office and paid the two-month bill with cash. They promised that her electricity would be on by the time she got home which, thankfully, it was.

At home she put the kids in front of the electronic baby sitter, the television set, tuned it to the cartoon network, and then turned on the computer to check her e-mail. Sure enough, there were three e-mails in her in-box, all from Darren.

The most recent one sent yesterday, Sunday, read:

"Honey, how come you haven't answered my e-mails? Hope everything is okay. We're docked in Hong Kong at Kwai Chung. Write when you get this message."

Jan remembered that it was in Hong Kong that her husband had been with another woman for the first time since they were married. It was there that Gus had taken him to a place and he had intercourse with "a really beautiful, tall, slim and elegant" prostitute.

She read the previous e-mail that had been sent on Saturday which read:

"Jan, I sure hope my e-mail last night didn't upset you. I expected some kind of response before now. If I asked too much of you, let me know." 

How strange she thought. What could he have written that would upset her. She saw that there was only one other unopened message in her in-box. It was, of course, from him and dated Friday night.

"Baby, I've been thinking a lot about us and there's something that I want you to do. I really think that it will be good for you and good for me. In a way, I'm glad that I'm not there so that I can ask you to do this and not have a big discussion about it. I'm sure that I wouldn't ask you to do it if I was there. Well, since I'm not there, here goes."

"You know how much I love it when you wear the sexy clothes and all the guys look at you. It makes me proud and it turns me on. Also, you keep asking how many girls I've been with and you know the answer to that question. I think I know that you've only been with me and that doesn't seem fair, now does it? Well out here when we're between ports there's not much for me to do. As you know, I'm busiest when we're loading and unloading so I spend a lot of time in my rack with just my thoughts. Lately, my thoughts have been focused almost exclusively on you. I love your beautiful face, hot body, your boobs, your ass and your pussy. I think it would be so hot if I wasn't the only person to see them."

"I've been thinking about this for a long time but never had the courage to bring it up. Also, since we need some extra money I thought now was as good a time as any to tell you my idea. I won't be home for a few weeks and by the time I get back I hope that lot's of other guys will have seen what only I have seen so far, all of you."

"I'm sure you think I'm rambling on like a crazy man so let me get right to it. Before we left, I was looking through the ‘San Francisco Chronicle' classified section and found myself in the help wanted section. The following ad caught my eye and made me think of you. Here it is."

DANCERS NUDE DANCERS WANTED O'FARRELL THEATRE corner Polk /O'Farrell. The best place to work in S. F.! FT/PT, must be 18+ Auditions Monday night 6 PM call Tony, 415- 555-1900 aft 11AM

"So that's it Jan. It would make me hot as hell to think that you had called the number and auditioned. Hope you don't hate me for it. Like I said, I will never lie to you. What do you think?"

After reading his e-mail twice, Jan was still staring at the glowing computer screen trying to catch her breath. Was this some kind of sick joke she wondered, but she didn't wonder for long? She knew that it wasn't a joke. He had made it very clear for the last several months that he wanted other men to see her. It was also unmistakable that it would turn him on and, if men did more than just look at her, then that would be even better. Since she had been keeping his score of sexual partners, he had told her that she would have to hurry up and get busy if she was ever going to catch up with him. He had explained that she was "entitled to twenty-three encounters, including the two before her" and he thought she "should get started." "The sooner the better."

She pushed the compose button on her e-mail program and typed her answer to his request that she call the number in the ad:

"Darren: The reason you hadn't heard from me since Friday morning is because they turned off the power on Friday afternoon. Your direct deposit didn't hit our account in time to get the cash to make the payment until this morning. Now, I have had a chance to read your e-mails to me, especially the one you wrote Friday night."

"I've read it over twice just to make sure that I didn't miss something. I expected a hidden phrase like, ‘just kidding.' But, as you know, I didn't find anything like that to explain your bizarre request. I can't believe that you would really want me to do something like that. After all, I'm your wife and the mother of your children. I've never denied you anything but wouldn't you say this is going too far?"

"I don't know when you'll read this but until I hear back from you I'll just put what you ask me to do completely out of my mind? I hope you're safe. I miss you terribly and I still love you with all my heart. Jan x x x x"

She could never figure out exactly what time it was where he was. It was 10:30 in the morning in San Leandro. She knew that it must be the next day where he was and fifteen or sixteen hours later so that would make it about 2:30 in the morning for him she figured. He must already have ‘hit the sack,' as he liked to say, so she didn't expect to hear from Darren for several more hours. But, she was wrong, she didn't have to wait for several hours to hear back from him.

Fifteen minutes later she saw that she had another message from him.

"Hi baby: Sorry about the electricity. Wish I could have been there to help. I've been out to a strip club with Gus and another guy on the crew. It was hot watching the women and I couldn't help thinking of you."

"You're right Jan, there wasn't any hidden meaning to discover in my e-mail. Not anything would turn me on more than knowing that you had responded to the ad and were going to S.F. for an interview. My cock would be so hard it would almost burst. Like I said, we could sure use some extra money. I think the girls that do that are paid very well, certainly enough to pay for a baby sitter and have something left over unlike the other job you had. Also, as the ad said, it's for full time or part time, you'd get to choose. I know you've been bored, need something to do while I'm gone and are qualified for that kind of work. So, I sure hope that you will make that call. Let me know what you decide."

Jan immediately composed and sent the following:

"Darren: I'm an old married lady with two young kids. It's not likely that anyone would be interested in me. Also, I could never take all my clothes off in front of a room full of strangers. You can be sure that the girls who they hire are all professional dancers. But, just to make you happy and give you something to think about, I'll consider it and e-mail you tomorrow. Sleep well my love. Jan x x x x "

Jan had no thought of considering his request until ten minutes later when she read his response to her last e-mail:

"Thanks for thinking about it baby. You are married and you do have two kids but take it from someone who has become a great judge of female flesh in the past couple of years, there isn't anybody better than you. You studied ballet as a girl, danced on the dance team your freshman and sophomore years in high school, then two years as a varsity cheerleader. Considering that who could be better?"

"Jan, this wasn't just a sudden thought that I had. I really want you to do this. I really want to be able think about what you're doing. That would be better for me than fucking the hottest chick in any port of call that we make."

"I don't want you to e-mail me tomorrow. Tomorrow is Tuesday where you are. The ad said that auditions are on Monday. I want you to call the number now--as soon as you finish reading this e-mail--and make an appointment for tonight. How can that hurt anything? Have Rita take the kids for a few hours. Drive over to San Francisco. Get away by yourself. Check it out. Find out how it works and what they pay. Find out about the hours that you can work. After you've done that I would love for you to e-mail me and tell me what happened. I'm exhausted so I'm going to hit the sack now and dream about you and, hopefully, your new job. I sure hope I won't be disappointed when I read your next e-mail to me."

She looked at the digital clock on Darren's night stand and saw that it was already after eleven- thirty. Could she do it? Of course not, it was absurd. Up to this point, she had never been able to deny Darren anything. Would this surprising request be the exception? 

For a brief moment she thought that if she went over for an interview, they would probably laugh at her. Then she realized that they probably wouldn't laugh at her. She knew that she was more than cute or pretty, she was beautiful. Since she had developed breasts, boys and men had been looking at her in ways that confirmed her attractiveness to the male population.

The kids were still watching television so she took off her clothes and stood before the full-length mirror attached to their closet door. She was pleased with what was reflected in the mirror. She saw a lovely creature that stood five feet six inches and weighed a hundred and twenty-two pounds. Just three more pounds than she had weighed when they married. Darren teased her and said that a pound and a half had been added to each boob. And, thinking about her breasts, about the only change she saw in her body was the thickness and length of her nipples. After nursing two children, for a year each, they were thicker, longer and more sensitive than they had been when John or Darren first sucked them. Continuing her critical evaluation, she decided that she was happy with her hair, skin, hands and feet. Her eyes were a deep blue, her hair a rich light brown with auburn highlights that fell to her shoulders. Her parents had paid for the best orthodontist when she was in middle school. The investment in braces in the eighth and ninth grade had been worth it because now her white teeth were perfect.

It can't hurt to just call she thought. Besides, I have nothing else to do. She printed out Darren's e-mail and dialed the number on the page, 415-555-1900. Her hand was shaking and her heart was pounding. They answered it on the second ring, "O'Farrell Theatre."  .

"I, ah . . . I saw the ad in the paper."

"What's your name honey?" Asked a male voice.

"Jan."

"Have you danced before? Would I know you?"

"No . . . well I mean, I was on the dance team in high school and I was a cheerleader."

"Whoops. Before we go any further, how old are you?" The man asked cautiously.

"I'm twenty-four." She heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, that's fine. Look, so that we don't waste each other's time I've got to ask you if you're good looking. All of our girls are great looking. If you're too fat, too skinny, too short, too tall, have an unattractive face . . . let's see, oh ya, if you're clumsy or have ugly hair . . . I think you catch my drift. If you're like that, then it would be better if we ended it now."

"I'm not like that," she said with confidence.

"Then why don't you come over so that we can take a look at you. You should be here about 5:45 this evening. Would that work for you?"

There it was, the time for Jan to make a decision. There was no doubt what Darren wanted. But there was a great big doubt in her mind if she could go through with it. She was trying to decide when the man on the other end of the phone said, "did I lose you? I asked if you can be here by 5:45. Can you?"

Could she be there? Yes she could, she had nothing better to do than watch the idiot box with the kids. Should she go over there? That was a different question. What would the interview entail? She would never know if she didn't go over and, like Darren said, "just check it out."

"Jan, it is Jan isn't it?"

"Yes, it's Jan."

"Well? Are you going to come over at 5:45?"

"I was just checking my schedule." On my imaginary social calendar, she thought to herself before saying, "I think that would work."

"Great! Where are you coming from?"

"East Bay, San Leandro."

"Are you going to be driving over or will you take BART?"

"I'll drive over, "she answered. 

"Let me give you directions. Take the Bay Bridge to San Francisco and take the 9th Street Civic Center exit. There is a stop light at the bottom of the off ramp, pass that (you will be on Harrison Street) and stay in the right lane. The next light will be 9th Street. Make a right turn, then go up 9th street four blocks, past Market Street on to Hayes Street. Then make a right turn at the 2nd light onto Van Ness. Turn right onto O'Farrell and the theatre is on the right hand side of the street. There's an attended parking lot one block away on Polk at Geary. Did you get all that?"

"Yes, I think so. I'm sure I can find it."

"Cool. Any questions?"

"Not that I can think of," she said. Then she thought of one, "so I should ask for Tony?"

"No, ask for Jack Patterson when you get here, he's the General Manager and he handles the auditions. See you this evening then."

With the phone still to her ear and the dial tone buzzing after Tony had hung up on the other end, she pushed down the switch hook, released it then dialed Rita's number. "Hey Rita, it's Jan. I hate to ask you but I need a great big favor. Are you going to be busy tonight?"

"Sure, Robert Redford has invited me to the Opera."

That's Rita, she thought, always the comedienne. "Seriously Rita, something unexpected has come up and I was wondering if you could watch the kids for a few hours."

"Sure I can. What time are you going to be leaving?"

She thought she should allow about an hour since she had never driven into the city before by herself. "A little before five," she answered.

"Not that it makes any difference to me, but what time do you think you'll be home?"

"I'm really not sure. Could be two or three hours, maybe longer, I just don't know. Is that a problem?"

"Oh, oh, does pretty Jan have a hot date?"

"Hardly. Just something that I have to take care of. She didn't feel like talking anymore or taking a chance that Rita could get the truth out of her if she asked enough questions. "I really appreciate it Rita. I'll bring them over between four-thirty and a quarter to five. Thanks."

Within an hour the kids had eaten their lunch and by two they were down for their naps. During the next hour she tried on nearly every article of clothing that she owned and modeled each ensemble in front of the full-length mirror. What does one wear to an interview for a job as a nude dancer, she wondered? She finally settled on a black dress that she had only worn once before for a special night out at a fancy restaurant with Darren. She took out the same pair of patent leather pumps she had worn with the dress. She couldn't go wrong with that, she reasoned, "both tasteful and sexy--the perfect combination," as Darren had said when she wore them for him.

She ran a tub, stepped in the steaming water and immersed herself. For five minutes she stopped thinking and just soaked. Then she carefully shaved her long legs, at least her calves because she didn't have any visible hair on her thighs. For months, she had been accommodating Darren's newest strange request by shaving her pussy into what he called, "just a narrow landing strip," of pussy hair above the cleft of her vagina. The lips should be "eating bare," he had instructed. She knew that he had got his inspiration from all the strip clubs he had visited in the Orient. This required that every time she shaved her legs she trimmed the side and bottom of her pubic hair growth. But she couldn't deny him anything. After she finished, her fingers touched the smooth, velvety soft lips, the lips that had surrounded Darren's penis, his fingers and his tongue so many times before. Could she let another man, other men, see them? She really didn't know but she didn't think she could. After all, she rationalized, it's just an interview I'm sure no one will see anything. 

Somehow she had subconsciously substituted the word audition, which was in the classified ad, for the word interview which she had read in Darren's e-mail four hours earlier.

She couldn't remember when she had been more careful in getting ready to go out. Her finger and toe nails were painted the bright red shade that Darren liked so much. Jan put her hair in rollers and carefully applied her makeup. Then, she pressed her lips together after covering them with the same shade of lipstick as the nail polish, took the rollers out of her hair, shook it vigorously and then brushed it. She wasn't having her period and had promised Darren that she wouldn't wear panties except for those few days and also no bra as she had also promised him. When she finished, she slipped the skimpy dress over her nude body and stepped into her four and a half inch high heels.




O'Farrell Theatre



She grabbed the blue diaper bag, propped Darren Jr. on her hip and thought how big and heavy he was getting as she took Courtney's hand and led them to Rita's apartment.

"My God, Jan maybe you really do have a date," Rita said as she stepped back and admired how Jan looked and how she was dressed.

"I don't have a date Rita," she said emphatically. "Thanks for taking care of the kids. They've had their naps and I'll try to be back before their bedtime."

"Don't worry about it Jan. If you're not back, I'll put them to bed. Don't worry about a thing."

As she backed the Honda out from under the parking cover, she couldn't help but wonder what Darren would think if he knew that she was driving to San Francisco?

Chapter 3

While Jan was driving to San Francisco, five thousand miles away and at the beginning of what would be a grueling workday, Darren Primm, as a member of the small deck crew, was starting to help load the heavy containers destined for the United States. Kwai Chung was the busiest container port in the world. More than ten percent of the containers loaded there were bound for the United States. 

He had been in port for three days but was very tired this morning. Gus had dragged him to another club last night. It seemed as if there were an endless number of strip clubs catering to the crews of ships that put into Hong Kong's busy port. Last night wasn't the first time he had visited one of these clubs.

During Darren's first voyage he had no intention of doing any of the things that men who made their living sailing the seven seas had reputations of doing. He had been raised on the wrong side of the tracks in Tulsa, Oklahoma. But, in spite of their poverty, they had taken him to Sunday School at the Assembly of God Church located just two blocks from the small house that was his home. Never drink, never smoke, never take drugs and never play with yourself or you'll go blind or crazy he had been taught. And, then when he was older, never never do what David of the old testament did; never let a woman like Bathsheba steal your very soul. Resist temptation! Don't sin! And, everyone in his world, at that time, knew that "sin" was all about lusting after women and succumbing to the temptations of the flesh.

That first voyage he avoided doing anything but drinking a beer one night with a meal in Japan. He thought he should feel remorse for drinking alcohol but he didn't. By the time they docked in Hong Kong on his second trip he drank a beer with almost every meal and it quickly became his thirst-quenching beverage when he wasn't on duty. He liked the feeling it gave him and he didn't see that it was a problem. He knew that Jan would raise hell when she found out about his new vice and he was right.

Darren's muscles rippled as he worked with the heavy equipment. The sun that had baked his skin for dozens of voyages had turned it a deep brown. The blue-black ink of the tatoo on his right arm was hardly discernable. He had a hard time focusing on his work though an error could prove fatal. His mind was on the request he had made of his wife when he e-mailed her three days ago. It had taken him more than a year to summon the courage to ask her to audition as a nude dancer in a San Francisco club that had advertised for help. Oh, she knew that he wanted her to be hotter. It was no secret that he wanted her to show more of her fabulous body. Maybe he just had too much on his hands during the long stretches when they were at sea because it was constantly on his mind. Even on duty, except when they were loading and unloading, most of what he did was routine and raunchy ideas had no difficulty entering his stream of thinking. Almost every fantasy was about his wife, seldom other women, even though he had seen and been with many of the most beautiful women in the Orient.

He had been going to girly bars with Gus and sometimes other guys at nearly every port of call since after his maiden voyage. Before going to sea, he had never been in--or even imagined-- places like those to which Gus had introduced him. Something strange happened the very first time as he gazed at the naked girl spreading her legs a foot in front of his face. Though he tried not to, he compared her with Jan, his wife. As pretty and sexy as the girl on the stage was, she couldn't hold a candle to his own Jan. Jan's pussy was prettier, though she did have a thin growth of pubic hair on her lips and above her cleft while the Chinese girl had just a thin strip above and absolutely no hair between her legs. Gus laughed and called it a "landing strip" when Darren had asked about it. After that, he couldn't remember ever seeing a dancer or hooker who hadn't at least trimmed her pubic hair. It took him sometime to get up the courage to ask Jan to do the same thing. But a year ago he did ask her to leave just a "landing strip" and from then on she kept it bare with just the narrow landing strip of light brown hair above. She did it for him. He realized that she had never denied him anything.

As he was dragged from club to club and brothel to brothel over dozens of voyages and in many different ports of call, he began to imagine Jan doing what those girls were doing. At first, because of his upbringing, be felt guilty about fantasizing about his own wife doing such things. But the salacious thoughts wouldn't go away. They became more frequent and more intense. He was thrilled when he talked her into changing her practical and conservative wardrobe. 

When he plunged into an Asian pussy, as wonderful as it was, he compared it with Jan's. In his mind, he compared their movements, with hers. The noises they made when he did something that they liked with the excited sounds she emitted. He couldn't help but compare the taste of their mouths, which usually were flavored by an alcoholic drink, and even the taste of their pussies with Jan's sweet mouth that had never tasted alcohol and her wonderful snatch. As he would smell the fragrance of their perfume and even the lingering fragrance of the shampoo in their black hair, he always compared them with Jan's favorite perfume fragrance and even the smell of the strawberry-scented shampoo she always used. Every single women came up short in the critical comparison with his terrific spouse.

Over time, the fantasies weren't enough. He came to really want her to do what these women did on the stage, on their backs in cribs or on their knees. The idea that they would spread their legs to the eyes and the cocks of many men was thrilling to him. Whether it was in the Wanchai area, the Mongkok area of Hong Kong. Or the Girlie bars on Lockhart Road or Portland Street didn't matter. He realized it was becoming an addiction to him--not just watching the women and not just fucking and sucking them, but dreaming of his wife doing the same. 

Once, in Singapore, Gus had taken him to the bottom of Orchard Road and into Orchard Towers. There were four floors of sex. On the fourth floor in a disco named "Crazy Horse" he hooked up with a beautiful blond Russian girl. When he found out that she was married and whoring because her husband wanted her to he used that as encouragement that fantasies can come true. Whenever they talked of Orchard Street after that time with the Russian girl he called it Whorechard Road and Whorechard Towers.

If he knew Jan, he thought as he went about his loading tasks, she'll never call the number on the ad that he had e-mailed. 

Chapter 4

As she turned left onto the bay bridge, she thought of the differences between San Leandro and San Francisco, which everyone who lived in the bay area referred to simply as, "the city." The skyline of the exciting city was unlike anything she had ever seen. They had crossed the bay a few times to see Fishermen's Wharf, Chinatown and ride the cable car. Another time they had driven across the Golden Gate Bridge into Marin County and had lunch at a charming restaurant at the water's edge in Sausalito. Yet another time, they had taken the boat to Alcatraz Island that had once been a notorious Federal Prison. But San Francisco might just as well have been hundreds of miles away because it was not part of their world, they were only tourists to it from a world away.

She realized that this was one of the very few times she had been by herself since they married. She and Darren had been inseparable until he began sailing away on the giant vessel. But, by then, Courtney was always with her, expect for the time when she tried to work. After Darren Jr. was born, both of the children were always with her. Just driving to the city by herself was an adventure.

Her heart was pounding and her palms were damp as she followed the directions to the theater. Finally she saw it on her right. A marquee, just like the one in front of the theater she had frequented in Tulsa before ten-screen, sixteen-screen and even bigger mega-theater complexes put most of them out of business, was over the entrance to the theater. She saw that it had taken her less time than she had planned on to drive over. It was twenty minutes before five. She circled the block twice before getting the courage to park in the lot a block away at Geary and Polk that Anthony had recommended. Then she sat in the car wondering if she could walk the short distance to the theater. She was already here, she reasoned, and Darren sure wanted her to do this. She had never denied him anything before, would she deny him this? After-all, it was only an interview. They would probably have her fill out an application and ask her a few questions, she told herself.

If Jan had known of the infamous theater's history, she would never have agreed to drive across the bay and check it out. The theater--as it was called though it was much much more than a cinema--has been located at the corner of Polk and O'Farrell in San Francisco since 1969. What started as a movie palace where the notorious Mitchell Brothers showcased the adult films they produced has evolved into the hottest, adult entertainment complex in the nation. As she looked at the theater from her parked car, she had no way of knowing that its proprietors had always risen to the challenge of introducing the world to the nastiest and most innovative sexual excitement of the moment.

Beginning by playing their own early movies, that were so erotic no one else would touch them, the brothers took the world by storm in 1971 when they introduced the Ivory Snow Model, Marilyn Chambers who deliciously sucked and fucked her way to stardom in their classic film, "Behind the Green Door." 

In 1980 they shook San Francisco again when "New York Live" was established. As audiences gaped at the beautiful performers, the shock really registered when the performers came down off the stage wearing nothing but a smile and wiggled their way on the laps of the delighted patrons. When Diane Fienstein, was Mayor it was decided that perhaps the girls would be more comfortable if they had on a bra and panties when they entered the audience. The New York live stage show offer's continuous erotic entertainment until closing time. Every minute offers a variety of beautiful women performing individually with their own personal style who grace the stage for a two-song performance that leaves her completely nude. After the performance she comes down in the audience, gives spectators the opportunity to meet her and continue the fantasy.

When she stepped out of her car she felt the chill in the air, as there often was in San Francisco whose temperature was more than 20 degrees cooler than it had been in the east bay. She wished she had brought a sweater or jacket as she walked briskly the short block to the theater's entrance. The brightly-lit lobby could have been the lobby of a theater that was playing a Disney movie. A man in a business suit paying for admission which she saw was $60.00. My goodness, she thought, that's a lot of money to pay for admission. A man behind the counter saw her, smiled and not recognizing her as a regular said, "Hi, you must be here for the audition."

Her legs were wobbly as she cleared her throat. "I'm supposed to see Jack for an interview," she said.

"Hang on a sec sugar, I'll call him and tell him you're here. What's your name?"

"Jan."

It seemed like forever as she waited in the lobby while three or four other men paid for admission and were stamped on the back of their hands so they could go in and out for the evening. Finally, a middle-age man walked to her, extended his hand and said, "Hello, Jan, welcome to the O'Farrell Theatre." He matter-of-factly looked her up and down and said, "you're gorgeous." He turned, indicating she should follow him and said, "let me show you around."

They walked a few paces to a room off to the left of the lobby and Jack said, "This is the "Kopenhagen Live room. It's been here since 1978." 

As he said that, Jan realized that this room had been here as long as she had been alive. She saw a small room with benches on all walls and strange flashlights, with long plastic cones attached to them laying on the benches.

Jack saw that she was puzzled and explained. "The Kopenhagen is the most mysterious room in the club. Guys who enter this room are ready for anything. When the show starts, we turn off the lights, close the curtains and it's really dark, lit only by the flashlights the men are holding. Two girls perform their theme show, leaving them both hot and naked. Then, even the flashlights go out. As you can imagine, the men are patiently waiting for their turns as they get more and more excited. In the dark the men are wondering which girl is that over there? What is she doing? When their turn comes, all of their questions are quickly put to rest. The shows are every hour and a half beginning at 1:30 PM with the last show at about 1:30 AM most days."

Then, they walked to a central corridor and off to the right. Jan was thinking that she should tell Jack that she had made a terrible mistake and flee. For some reason, on legs that she hoped would continue to hold her up, she followed Jack without saying a word.

"Behind the curtains are individual booths. The Ultra Room is really, just a peep show style show. It's been here since 1976 and is open from 12:30 PM to 12:30 AM most days."

On the other side of the corridor was a strange, small theater with ramps and stairs leading to a steep seating area. She followed Jack and when her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw that there were probably a dozen men scattered in the dark room with their eyes glued to the flickering screen. Her cheeks turned crimson when she saw what they were watching. An extreme close-up of an enormous black penis, that was covered with a clear viscous fluid, was plunging in and out of a pink, hairless vagina. She had only seen three porno films in her entire life. Darren had gotten a hold of them somehow and begged her to watch them with him a couple of months ago. This, however, was very different than watching a video in the privacy of her own bedroom with her husband after the kids were down for the night. She also noticed that not all of the men in the room were watching the movie. Two men were busy concentrating on something else. Sitting on each man's lap, facing the screen was a beautiful woman wearing what appeared to be a skimpy bikini or maybe they were actually bra and panty sets, in the darkness she couldn't be sure. The women were grinding and moving on the men's laps. Now, she was sure she should just get out of this strange place. She was frightened and knew that she, of all people, didn't belong here.

For some inexplicable reason she found herself following Jack deeper into the establishment. The corridor ended at a large auditorium with a dozen rows of seats facing a large empty stage. Several beautiful women who were dressed as the women in the movie theater had been dressed standing in a concession area talking to several anxious men. "Jan, let's grab a couple of seats, and I'll explain how things work here," Jack said. 

She followed him to an empty row and they sat down in the comfortable theater type seats. No sooner had they sat down than she heard music begin to play and a voice over the P.A. system announce, "guys, put your hands together and welcome Tasha to our New York Live stage." There was a smattering of applause as a very pretty light-skinned, black girl, wearing a low-cut blue evening gown, walked through the velvet curtains behind the stage.

Jack leaned over and whispered in her ear. "I want you to watch her carefully, Jan, it's very important. She's one of our best dancers."

Tasha made it a point to smile at every man in the audience which started growing once the music started. Men who had been lounging about waiting for something to happen grabbed seats. Tasha was tall, and thin. The gown did little to hide her long legs which peeked through the slit in her skirt with every step that she took. She moved gracefully and seductively around the stage in perfect time to the music. Jan saw that a closed circuit TV above the stage was also broadcasting a closer view of her dance.

Before the first song ended, she turned her back to the audience, unzipped the gown and let it fall to the floor as she looked over her shoulder twirled around and slipped through the curtain. Jan saw men drop bills on the stage before the second song began. When Tasha stepped back through the curtains, she had removed her bra and danced to the pounding beat of the new song dressed in nothing but a tiny thong or G-string and the tallest heels Jan had ever seen. As even more money was dropped on the stage by the men in the audience, Tasha stepped out of her panties and was nude before the two dozen men who watched her. Then, she went down on the stage, lay on her back and spread her legs.

Jan hoped that she wouldn't pass out. She thought that she might be hyperventilating. She knew that she was flushed as she watched Tasha reach between her legs and spread her lips apart. She moved around the stage giving a birds-eye view to as many men as possible. Before the song ended, she got up on all fours and grabbed her buttocks and spread her cheeks as far apart as possible. The audience went wild.

"See how she does that Jan. That's how she gets the big tips. Do you have your music?"

Jan wasn't sure she had heard him correctly and had no idea what he meant. "My music?" 

"Ya. Didn't Tony tell you to bring your music for the audition?"

"No. He didn't say anything about music."

"Okay. That's not going to be a problem. We've got a terrific selection. Are you all set?"

All of this was happening too fast for Jan. She thought she knew what he meant by his question but she sure hoped she was wrong. "All set for what?"

"For your audition. Hey, what's going on here? You came over here to audition. You're up next. If you want to audition I'll take you backstage. If you don't, don't waste any more of my time. What'll it be honey?"

She couldn't picture herself doing what the black dancer had done. Maybe she could just move around the stage and then leave. She guessed that each song lasted four or five minutes. Jack made her decision for her.

He stood up held out his hand for her and said, "come on." She took his hand and they walked out to the aisle. "I'll take you backstage and then pick out something for the DJ to play." He gave her the most important instruction. "Take off your dress by the end of the first song and then the rest before the second song ends. Got it?"

Her mouth was too dry to answer so she just nodded her head in the affirmative and followed him behind the stage. Behind the curtain he guided her up four steps and told her, "wait here until you hear the music and they announce your name." Then he was gone and she was alone with her fears.




O'Farrell Theatre



She heard the loud music and almost exactly at the same time the announcer's voice. "Okay guys. Have we got a treat for you today. Beautiful Jan will be dancing for your pleasure. This is her first time so let's give her a great big O'Farrell Theatre welcome."

She heard the loud applause, whistles and cat calls. She took a deep breath and stepped through the curtains. The bright lights that hit her eyes surprised her but just for a second. She smiled at the faceless audience as she had seen Tasha smile and then began to move to the music. Her legs were like lead as she took the first tentative steps. As she moved across the stage, her confidence increased. Jack had done a good job selecting the music. The beat was perfect for solo dancing. As she moved to the edge of the stage she saw men place bills on its surface and clap for her. She could see that the seats were now nearly filled and men were standing behind the back row. Her heart was pounding and it was hard to breathe. Something was happening to her. Her nipples were hard and poking at the bodice of her dress. She felt flushed and her groin ached.

Jan wasn't familiar with the music but she sensed that it was about to come to an end so she danced back toward the curtain and with her back to the audience she reached for the zipper of her dress. Her hands were shaking as she pulled the tab down an inch at a time until it was completely unzipped. Then she wriggled out of one shoulder strap, then the other and held the dress to her chest for a few seconds then let it go. The tiny frock puddled around her feet. Unlike Tasha, she was already completely naked. She stepped out of the circle of her discarded dress, reached down for it twirled around, as Tasha had done and stepped through the curtain just as the song ended.

The audience went wild and almost drowned out the voice of the DJ. "I told you we had a treat for you. Have you ever seen anyone more beautiful? Let's welcome her back again."

She took a deep breath and asked herself if she could do it? Could she go back out there completely naked, but for her shoes, and do what Tasha had done? She heard them calling her name. "Jan, Jan, we want Jan." She dropped her dress on a chair and then stepped through the curtain. With long strides she danced to the edge of the stage and made her way from one end to the other. She saw that the stage was littered with currency. She twisted, turned and spun around until she knew she could stall no longer if she was to do what Tasha had done before the song ended. She scooted down on the stage, lay on her back with her knees pressed closely together and then parted them slowly. Ohhhs and ahhhhs joined the pounding rhythms of the music as she exposed herself to the gawking eyes of dozens of strangers. When her fingers parted her nude lips, she realized that, unlike Tasha, she was very wet between her legs. All of the men also knew that what she was doing excited her. Like Tasha, she moved around the edge of the stage, rolling over and crawling, giving those in the front row a gynecologic view of what only Darren had seen before. Before the song ended she did what she had seen Tasha do, she got up on her knees, but rather than spreading only one cheek she grabbed both and brazenly let the men see both her anus and her vagina in all their moist glory. When the song ended she nervously walked naked around the stage, as she had seen Tasha do, and gathered up all of the money.

When she stepped through the curtain, Jack was waiting for her. He took her nude body in his arms, gave her a big hug and said, "baby, you're hired. I've never seen anything like that. Don't you have any underwear with you?"

Her sensitive breasts were still smashed against his chest as she answered his question. "No, I don't. My husband doesn't like me to wear them."

"Well, that's okay. Just the little black dress," he said as he reached down, picked it up off the chair where she had left it and handed it to her. "Just that little dress will be different and fine for tonight." Then he let go of her and said, "go in the dressing room and freshen up. I'll send Kimberly in to help you get started." Then he was gone.

She clutched the fist-full of bills in one hand and her dress in the other as she walked the short distance to the dressing room. The next girl, whom they were already announcing, passed her and said, "I managed to catch the end of your performance, that was really great Jan, welcome. Maybe we can work together later. By the way, I'm Vera," she said over her shoulder as walked away.

Chapter 5

There were three other women in the dressing room. A tall blond walked over to her and introduced herself. "I'm Kimberly. Jack asked me to explain things to you. I'll hang around until you're ready and then tell you how it works here."

Jan stepped into her dress and found a seat at the long vanity shelf in front of a brightly lit mirror. I can't believe I did what I just did, she said to herself. I've done everything that Darren wanted me to do. I called the number on the ad, I drove over, "just to check it out" and now I've auditioned at the O'Farrell Theatre. I can send him an e-mail and report that lot's of other men have seen what only he had seen. I should get in my car and drive back across the bridge, get the kids at Rita's and return to my life. Then, she placed the wadded bills on the vanity surface, straightened them out and counted them. Forty-eight dollars. Most were singles--twenty-three- - but there were also three fives and a ten-dollar bill in the neat stack. She guessed that she had been on the stage for less than ten minutes. Not bad, she thought. 

She brushed her long hair, applied a fresh of coat lipstick and touched-up her makeup. Just as she finished, Kimberly, who was wearing a sexy pair of white thong panties and a matching bra sat down next to her. "You were terrific Jan. Everybody's talking about your performance. Jack said you've never danced before but you sure could have fooled me."

"Thanks, I guess. I was sooo nervous."

"I remember my first time. It was at an amateur night in a club in Cleveland. They almost had to push me on the stage." Kimberly lit a cigarette, took a deep drag and exhaled a plume of smoke that wafted up to the ceiling. "Lot's of men have been asking about you. I think the best way to get your feet wet would be to go out, walk around and then when someone approaches you take them to the movie theater for a grind or to one of the private cabanas. Most of us expect a tip of $20 for a grind . . ."

"Jack never said anything about the cabanas. What are they?" Jan asked.

"A small private space for you and a man. What happens in there is up to you. The guy buys a token but that's just for the room. Maybe later, if you feel like it, you can work with one us in the Ultra Room or Kopenhagen Live or even the Green Door Show."

"Jack showed me the Kopenhagen and Ultra rooms but what's the Green Door Show?"

"It used to be called the ‘The Shower Show' and it's the most explicit show in the club. It's that area next to the theatre where you danced. Well, anyway, every hour and a half, beginning at about 1:00, a round stage that we are on rises from the floor to about eye level. This gives the guys a real close-up view of an orgy style show, just inches from their faces. Believe me, this always leaves them begging for more so, after the stage frenzy, each pair of girls is available for a private show that the guy directs. You can imagine what that's like."

"Kimberly, you've been really nice to me." Jan paused, sighed, looked down at her hands and continued. "I came over here today because my husband wanted me to. Now that I've auditioned, like he asked me to, I think I better just leave. I don't think I'm cut out for this."

"Was your husband in the audience, Jan?" 

"No, he's in Asia on a cargo ship. He won't be back for weeks."

"Well, if he wanted you to get naked in front of lots of strangers, my guess is he wants you to do a lot more than that. Am I right?"

Jan knew that Kimberly had hit the nail on the head. Darren did want her to do more than just allow herself to be seen. He wanted her to go to bed with other men, for some strange reason she didn't really understand. "You're right about that."

"That's what I thought. Look, you don't have to do anything here that you don't want to. You can just hang around until it's your turn to dance again on the big stage and make some decent money for just that. However, if you want to have a lot more fun and make big bucks at the same time, you might want to go to the cabanas or the movie theater. It's entirely up to you, no pressure."

"I'm not saying that I will, but if I did stay, what do most of the girls charge for the cabana?"

"That, my dear Jan, depends entirely on what you do. I don't want to get too specific but horny guys can be very generous with a very cooperative girl, if you know what I mean."

"I'm not sure that I do know what you mean," said Jan.

"Maybe this will help you understand then." Kimberly stood up, walked away a few feet got something and returned.

"Give me your hand Jan."

Jan held out her hand and Kimberly dropped two foil packets in it. As she saw the packets of condoms resting in the palm of her hand, she realized that it wasn't necessary for Kimberly to say anymore about what happened, sometimes, in the privacy of a cabana. 

"One last thing, remember, I'm not telling you what to say to any man you might be with but I will tell you that I would never go into a cabana with a guy without first asking him if he was a policeman." She smiled and said, "I've got to get to work. Hope you decide to stay. By the way, it's safest to give your money to Tony. You can trust him and not worry about it. Don't leave any money in your locker or your purse. Good luck Jan. Check with me if you have any more questions." She stubbed out her cigarette and left the dressing room.

Jan actually intended to walk down the wide corridor, through the lobby and out of the theater but that isn't what happened. When she walked into the concession area, several men approached her, each trying his best to get her exclusive attention. She had to admit that it was flattering because there were six of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen--all scantily clad, while she was wearing a dress--vying for the men's attention. And, she had to admit to herself, for the first time in a long time she was excited.

A tall, older man dressed in a dark-blue suit put his arm around her shoulders and said, "I'm Stan. You must be thirsty after your dance, let me get you something to drink." Before she could reply he said, "they only have soft drinks, juice and bottled water."

"A Pepsi would be nice," she said.

She hadn't realized how thirsty she really was until nearly half the contents of the cold can were in her tummy. When she finished her drink Stan took her hand in his and said, "let's go watch a movie."

He led her up to the top row, stepped past two men and found them seats in the middle of the row. Before she could sit beside him, he handed her a bill that she saw was a twenty. He guided her onto his lap facing the screen. She realized that as her dress rode up when she straddled his legs--because she wasn't wearing panties--the only cloth between her vagina and his penis was worn by him. She caught her breath as she felt what she was sitting on. It was big, hard and growing. His hands were also busy as he rubbed the tops of her thighs and then the inside of her legs stopping just at their juncture. Then he said, "lean forward baby." When she did, she felt his hands at the zipper of her dress which he lowered. "Slip it off your shoulders baby I want to see your boobs up close." Then he handed her another twenty. 

Without thinking about it she slipped the straps off each shoulder and let the dress fall to her waist barring her breasts which were almost instantly covered by Stan's hands. Her nipples were poking into his palms. Then he took each nipple between the thumb and index finger of each hand and gently squeezed and twisted them. She leaned back against him and he kissed her shoulder and neck. Oh, she thought, this really feels good. I sure wish that Darren were here. Her husband should be the one who was bringing out these feelings in her, not a man old enough to be her father whose last name she didn't even know.

While she was acutely aware of what he was doing and how he was making her feel, what was on the big screen she was facing was making her even hotter. A pretty woman was being made love to by two men, one had his enormous penis in her mouth and the other had his in her pussy. The moist lips of her own pussy must have been dampening Stan's expensive suit pants, she thought. The expensive material was wedged up into her as the bulge encased in his pants got bigger and harder. She was gasping for air as she moved back and forth over him. Her hard clit was now sticking out of its hood and coming in contact with the worsted wool as she tilted and pressed down. She felt him moving faster and faster against her and she moved in rhythm with him. 

He was kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulders and burying his face in her hair that smelled like strawberries. "Oh baby, you're gonna make me cum . . . I want to fuck you so much . . . keep moving just like that," he encouraged.

Jan did keep moving just like he said. The images on the screen, what he was doing to her turgid nipples and the feelings between her legs were taking her to the very edge of her own impending orgasm. Then she felt him shudder and stop moving abruptly. As she sat there she felt his liquid leaking through his trousers mingling with her own secretions. This took her beyond any possibility of resisting the inevitable, a mind-shattering orgasm brought about on the lap of stranger, for $40, in a place in which she could never have imagined being. 

Stan thanked her profusely and slipped another $20 in her hand. They left the movie room and he walked quickly to the nearest men's room and she to the nearest women's restroom. She saw it was just seven PM. She had only been here about an hour, working for only a half hour and was $108 better off than she had been when she walked into the lobby. There was another non-monetary benefit, she realized; for the first time in two weeks she had a climax that wasn't produced by her own fingers. For her, however, the problem with an orgasm that wasn't the result of intercourse, no matter how satisfying, was that she was left hornier and emptier than ever desperate for more. She needed to be filled up, filled up right now, but Darren wasn't here.

After straightening up and wiping between her legs in the stall, as she stood before the basin and looked at her reflection in the restroom mirror, she saw that her hair, lipstick and makeup were intact. She took a deep breath and walked back to the area where most people seemed to congregate, near the concession booth. She hadn't been there a minute when someone came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned around, she found herself at eye level with a male chest. Her eyes drifted up and up until she saw, smiling down at her, the black, smiling face of a man who must once have played professional basketball. If he didn't stand seven feet tall, he must have been close to it. In his hand were two cabana tokens. He didn't say a word, he just took her hand in his and led her to the cabanas.

Inside the small space they were alone. He still didn't speak and she wondered if he were mute. She remembered Kimberly's warning and asked, almost timidly, "are you . . . are you a policeman?"

He just laughed, shook his large head in the negative and began to unbutton his shirt. He reached in his pants pocket peeled three one-hundred dollar bills from a thick roll and placed them on the edge of an upholstered bench. 

Conflicting feelings were spinning around in Jan's mind. She couldn't help but feel guilty for even being here and disregarding everything she had ever been taught. Her promises of modesty, fidelity and chastity had all been broken by her in a single hour. On the other hand, she had, in some perverse way that she didn't comprehend, enjoyed her time on the stage with the men cheering her on and begging her to show more. The climax that Stan, the stranger, had brought her to just minutes ago that felt so good was preliminary to the big one that she had only experienced when Darren shot his load deep in her receptive vagina. 

The black giant unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He wasn't wearing boxers or briefs and Jan thought her eyes were playing tricks on her when she saw what was hanging between his legs. No human could possibly be that big, she thought. And, she wondered how any human female could possibly engulf all of the semi-hard flesh at which she was gazing. She was a little frightened, but also very excited, as she stared at the second penis she had ever seen in the flesh. Though she had felt Stan's penis earlier and assumed it was a nice size, this was the only one, other than her husband's that had been bared for her.

Her parents would absolutely keel over dead of simultaneous heart attacks if they knew she was fascinated by the penis of a man to whom she wasn't married, especially a black penis. As she was growing up she had never associated with blacks. Not a single black person had attended her schools or lived within miles of their home, which was located behind the walls of a lily- white, gated community.

His dark eyes were locked on hers. He was smiling at her but didn't make the next move. She knew that it was up to her. So, for the third time in less than an hour, her zipper was lowered. This time, when she stepped out of the circle of her dress, she also stepped out of her heels and stood before the gigantic, ebony man completely naked. She closed the distance between them and reached out and touched his waist. He grabbed her wrist and brought her hand to the curly black patch of pubic hair above his penis which was getting harder, raising higher and swelling to unbelievable proportions. As she twirled the kinky hair, her hand moved down until it came in contact with the black cock. 

It was hard as stone and she could feel it pulsing as she tried, unsuccessfully, to encircle it with her small feminine hand, the one with the engagement ring that had yet to be entirely paid for and the band of gold on the third finger. She moved her hand back and forth and he sighed encouraging her. Then, he placed his hand behind her head and, almost imperceptibly, applied a slight downward pressure. She knew what he wanted and realized that she wanted the same thing. Also, she knew that Darren was very happy with her mouth and what it could do but she didn't know how she would compare with the other women who had held, kissed and sucked the huge black penis she was holding with both hands. 

She traced gentle wet kisses along its length and then kissed the moist head which was bigger than a plumb. Unlike Darren, who was circumcised, a foreskin was folded behind the glans. She opened her mouth wide and took just the head inside. She knew that Darren loved it when she swirled her tongue all around the head so she did the same thing and heard that this stranger also like her treatment. With her hands she pumped the shaft while she moved her head up and down sucking in swirling her tongue which she pointed and tried to pierce the opening.

He started thrusting into her mouth and she took in a couple inches of the shaft until the head hit the back of her throat. By the sounds he was making she thought that he was getting ready to cum. If he did she was prepared to swallow as Darren had taught he to do and which she now enjoyed. He didn't plan on ejaculating in her warm wet mouth, however, and backed away from her face which glistened with her own saliva mixed with his pre-cum.




O'Farrell Theatre



Somehow he had positioned her on her back on the edge of the upholstered bench. He parted her legs with his legs. Then he spoke the only words he would speak while they were together. "You do it. You put it in."

She tilted her pelvis and took hold of the massive organ. She brushed it against her moist slit as he lowered his large head to hers and touched his black lips to hers that were now devoid of lipstick. The red lipstick that she had so carefully applied after her dance, had been transferred to the shaft that she was holding and rubbing against her oozing pussy. His instant, worming tongue was nudging her mouth open. When it opened, his tongue snaked inside and began to dance with her own. She lifted her feet from the floor and placed the head of the black cock between her waiting, eager nether lips. She lifted and he pressed down, just enough for the huge head to enter her. She wasn't prepared for its size and it didn't actually hurt, its entry just took her breath away and made her feel wonderfully full, especially after being so empty for weeks.

However, as he pushed deeper inside her, she began to have second thoughts when she realized that as he had nudged past her cervix--that Darren on occasion came in contact with-- he had already gone much farther inside her than Darren ever had. She reached between their bodies and felt that several more inches remained outside her smoldering body. Then, a wave overcame her and she experienced her second orgasm of the evening. When she came down for just a moment from her high, she realized that the two foil packets Kimberly had given her were left on the vanity shelf in the dressing room. However, she was beyond thinking as he began to move faster and deeper with each stroke. She rested her heels on his buttocks and held onto his shoulders as tightly as possible. As she was about to experience another powerful orgasm, she tried as best she could to remain quiet but she couldn't. "Oh, that feels sooo good. . . oh that's right," she said too loudly as another inch stretched her elastic vagina. She knew that she was soaking both of them and he seemed to love it as much as she did. Ahhhhh . . . ohhhhh . . . ummm . . . oh fuck me . . . fuck me . . . don't ever stop," she begged the man who had paid her three hundred dollars for the privilege. 

There was no doubt in her mind that he must have been a professional athlete because this had become an athletic event. His stamina, technique, coordination, motor skills and how he was using them on her was taking to sexual heights she could never have imagined. Her groans, moans and sighs were telling him how much she was loving what he was doing. Sometime during their thrustings his pubic bone slammed against hers. There wasn't a fraction of an inch of the cock that she thought no woman could accommodate outside her inflamed pussy. Eventually, she recognized that he was about to come. There wasn't a second when she thought of asking him to pull out. She wasn't worried about getting pregnant and she sure hoped that he didn't have some horrible disease were her thoughts just before she blacked out from experiencing the most intense climax of her life. 

Chapter 6

She caught her breath and knew that there was no way she could avoid leaving the cabana. She couldn't remain in there forever. I must look a sight, she thought, having been worked over like she had been. She slipped into the nearest restroom as quickly as possible and began the job of cleaning up and repairing the extensive damage to her hair and makeup. Without her brush or compact which were in the dressing room she did the best she could. The final repairs could only be completed back in the dressing rooms behind the curtains. As she made the long walk back, feeling as if she were running a male gauntlet, she rebuffed several men who attempted to engage her in conversation by saying, "I'll be back in a sec."

Fifteen minutes later she looked as she had when she entered the theater. Well, not exactly the same. She had a glow about her that she didn't have when she was waiting in the lobby for Jack. The glow had been missing from her countenance two or three days after Darren's departure. The glow that only came when she was being satisfied sexually, when her glands were working and her juices flowing and when her eager body expected and awaited Darren's hard cock.

Tasha walked into the dressing room stark naked carrying the blue gown that she had been wearing. "Jan, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"You're up next," Tasha told her.

"Up next. I didn't know that."

"Ya. Jack changed the schedule and you follow me for the rest of the night. You should dance on the big stage four or five more times until we close. The schedule is posted on the white board by the door. Better hurry, sweetie."

She climbed the same steps that she had before but this time her legs weren't shaking and they weren't as heavy as lead. This time, she knew what to expect and the edge had been taken off by the orgasms she had experienced since she last stood behind the curtain listening to the pounding music and waiting to hear her name.

The two songs were the same ones that Jack had selected for her earlier. She began to think of them as "her music." She glided around the floor and even used the pole that she had avoided during her first dance. I'll have to practice to do it right, she thought, but she didn't fall or make a fool of herself and the men in the audience seemed to love it when she spread her legs and hooked one over the shiny pole as she spun around it.

She developed a routine that she would perfect as the night went on. She didn't wait for the first song to end before she slipped out of her dress. She even began to think about what she would wear tomorrow night for her dances and then what she would wear as she walked around and mixed with the anxious men who were waiting to connect with a girl.

Kimberly was waiting for her when she stepped down off the stage after finishing her performance. "Jan, I'm up next for the Ultra Room. You want to be my partner?"

"I don't know . . . what would I have to do?"

"Leave it to me. Just follow my lead. The tips can be pretty good," Kimberly said.

Jan slipped the dress back on and dashed into the dressing room to fix her hair, lipstick and makeup. She then found Tony and gave him the bills she had gathered from the stage as she had the money that Stan and the black giant had given her earlier.

Kimberly was waiting for her at the Ultra Room. She opened a door and they were inside a small room with a circular bed in the middle. The room was surround by windows about four feet up. She could faintly see that half a dozen of them were open and a barely discernable male face was gawking at them. Kimberly quickly unhooked her bra and stepped out of her panties. Jan followed her lead. Kimberly smiled at her, took her hand and led her to the small bed. She pulled her down and pressed kissed her. Jan recoiled and Kimberly put her lips to Jan's ear and whispered, "trust me darling, it will be okay."

This time when they began to kiss they both opened their mouths and kissed each other deeply. Then Kimberly lowered her mouth to Jan's hard nipples and began to suck. Jan thought that she must have some kind of secret technique because she sure was doing a good job. Her nipples seemed to be directly connected to her clit and pussy, she thought, as Kimberly alternated between her breasts. The nipple that wasn't the object of the oral treatments was being pinched and tweaked by Kimberly's delicate hand.

Because Kimberly had told her to follow her lead she lowered her head to Kimberly's chest and began to kiss around her pink nipple and then she took it in her mouth. She never imagined that she would ever touch another woman in a sexual way but she had to admit that, though it was different, it felt great. Both the giving and the receiving. Kimberly's skin was smooth, soft and hairless, just like her own. Men's skin was corse, and hairy.

Kimberly's fingers made there way down Jan's body until they came in contact with Jan's "landing strip." They wormed their way between her legs. Ever so gently they touched the hood of her little clit and worked their magic. In no time, Kimberly brought Jan to another climax. Then, her mouth and tongue replaced her hand and fingers between Jan's thighs. She sucked the little clit that was standing at full attention and lapped her lips and wormed her tongue as deep inside her as possible. She played with her taint and teased her little asshole with gentle kisses before she attempted to pierce it with her pointed tongue.

With subtle but gentle hand movements, the more experienced Kimberly guided the novice Jan into a sixty-nine position. Jan was staring at Kimberly's clitoris as she felt her own being sucked. Kimberly was communicating exactly what she wanted Jan do to her by doing it to Jan. Jan could never have imagined that she would take another woman's tiny clitoris between her lips and later her teeth and suck it, but she did. During their time in the Ultra Room both women came several times. When they finished they saw that the men who leered at them from their booths must have liked what they saw because they had slipped several bills through the slots in their booths. The floor was covered by greenbacks.

Before the long night came to an end, Jan had joined Tasha in the Kopenhagen Room, Kimberly again in the Green Door Show and Beth in the Ultra Room. She went to the Cabanas five more times with a variety of men who had one thing in common, a hard throbbing cock waiting to enter her. Her other trips to the Cabanas, however, were not made without a foil packet clutched in her hand.

It seemed to her that the car drove itself back to San Leandro. Rita wasn't an idiot but knew that it wasn't the time to interrogate her friend and neighbor when she came to pick up the kids.

Jan had one thing to do before she drifted off to the best sleep she had ever had and that was to send Darren the e-mail that he so desperately wanted her to send.

Chapter 7

Darren's ship had left Hong Kong and was slowly making its way East when he saw that he had an e-mail which read:

Darren: As you asked me to, I went to San Francisco and auditioned at the O'Farrell Theatre. It was the most difficult thing that I've ever done but I've never been able to deny you anything. I was hired on the spot. I hadn't planned on working last night but I stayed until closing.

The place is incredible. I danced on the main stage five times and had four shows in smaller rooms. It also has a movie theater that is very interesting. I'll tell you about it when you get home.

I'm the one who always asked you "how many women have you been with?" You've never asked me how many men I've been with but before last night my honest answer would have been "just one, you." That number is no longer accurate. If you ask me today, I would have to say six. "How many men?" This question doesn't tell it all, however, because it doesn't consider my own gender. If you ask me how many people I've been with, then the honest answer now would be ten. You'll have to use your imagination until you get home. By the way, unless I hear back from you telling me to stop, there is little doubt that within a day or two I will have caught up with you. Once that happens, I think it would be physically impossible for you to ever catch up with me because of the anatomical differences between men and women.

Rita was a gem and didn't complain when I didn't get home until nearly three in the morning. I don't think she will be able to take the kids full time but I also don't think that money will be a problem anymore for day care, or in this case night care. Unless I hear different from you, I plan on working full-time which would be from about five in the afternoon to one-thirty in the morning and home by two-thirty, three or even later.

I hope this is really what you want. I've never denied you anything.

All my love: Jan x x x x