Charlotte North

The seduction of Laurie

CHAPTER ONE

Rebecca Larson shifted nervously in her chair, gulping a vodka tonic to settle her jitters and numb her nerves. The thirty-eight-year-old woman didn't know why she had agreed to this in the first place. Now she was having serious, second thoughts about staying here.

Rebecca couldn't understand why her husband, Robert had wanted to come to this 'secret' nightclub in the first place. They had a wonderful sex life together and she did nearly everything he asked, even to the point of taking some pretty severe ass whippings with his belt. Why he wanted to pay so much money to watch someone else have sex was beyond her imagining and she squirmed as she tried to think of a way to get him to leave.

"Do you think Laurie is ok?" she asked, attempting to worry him about their fifteen-year-old daughter.

"In case you haven't noticed," Robert replied calmly, "Laurie is getting to be a big girl now. She knows where the phone is and she has my pager number if she needs us. Now just relax and enjoy the show. I'm sure it will start anytime."

Rebecca cursed to herself as she looked around the dark room. Twelve tables surrounded a small platform that rose about a foot off the ground. On the platform was a small, twin-size bed with brass head and footboards rising from it. The bed coverings were lush, fully quilted and very soft looking, mostly feminine. The intimacy of the room would allow the patrons a close up view of whatever happened on that small stage.

The club, La Petite, was appropriately named. It was a small room, the tables only a few feet apart and large drooping tablecloths hung nearly to the floor. Rebecca had to lift the cloth and place it over her lap to sit down. The only source of light was the candles place at each setting and a very dim chandelier that hung just above the small bed.

Rebecca took another good pull of her drink and a then a deep breath. If she had to sit through a public sexual exhibition, she certainly wasn't going to do it sober. She counted the guests. Fourteen in all, and she wondered how the owners managed to keep the club open with such a small turnout. She eyed each of the guests nervously. To her, the most unusual thing about them was they didn't appear at all embarrassed at being here. On the contrary, even the women, of whom there were only three, had a look of hot anticipation on their faces. Only one other male and female couple was in attendance and they were huddled close together with their hands in each other's laps. Two women sat together at the table closest to Robert and Rebecca and were holding hands on the tabletop as they chatted quietly.

Robert Larson impatiently checked his watch.

Nine-fifteen.

Fifteen minutes until show time. His stomach churned with anticipation and dread. This one performance could mean the end of his marriage or the beginning of a new chapter in his sex life. He prayed it would be the latter.