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Spread for pleasure
CHAPTER ONE
Chris hurried out of the emergency room exit. After ten straight days of working as an ICU charge nurse, on the three to eleven shift, she finally had a weekend off. One of the nurses with whom she worked knew of a swinging party in the West San Fernando Valley and told Chris where it was. Driving to her apartment Chris wondered what a farm girl from Iowa would discover at a Southern California party. She hoped she would meet some people who had the same interests in sex that she did.
"I've been too long without romancing," she murmured as she undressed for her shower.
She was an attractive woman in her middle twenties. Her dishwater blond hair hung to her shoulders. She had small breasts with large, sensitive nipples, a narrow waist and, what her mother called, a "slat ass".
The thing most people noticed about Chris once they stopped staring at her beautiful oval face was her piercing green eyes. She often made people feel that she could look right through them. Because of this as she grew older she frequently avoided eye contact with strangers. This, she soon discovered, made her seem shy and vulnerable and, to many people, even more attractive.
After finishing her shower she spent a good while drying her hair. Finally, at about one thirty in the morning, dressed in designer jeans, a yellow, cotton turtle neck shirt, a camel hair jacket and dark brown loafers, she was ready for the party.
She drove west on the Ventura Freeway exiting when she reached Encino. It took her a while to find the street she wanted but once she found it it was not difficult to determine where the party was.
Amid the darkened residences south of Ventura Boulevard one house shown like a beacon. Lights gleamed from all the windows in a large two story Tudor structure. There were cars parked up and down the street for a full block on either side.
"Surprisingly little noise," she thought as she cruised slowly past looking for a parking spot. She pulled in behind a red Ferrari, about a block from the house, and parked. Sitting quietly she wondered if she should forget the whole thing. She had no desire to walk a block, at two in the morning, on a dimly lit street even in the swankiest part of the San Fernando Valley.
A tapping on her window roused her from her reverie. A good-looking woman stood beside her car door and motioned for her to roll the window down. Chris could see the woman was nicely dressed and decided to at least discuss her predicament through a partly opened car window.
"Yes," she said.