Ned collected our money, and taxed us each a silver dollar. This
money he turned over to the mistress of the place—whom by the way he
had selected for himself. My choice was a young girl, light and lithe
of figure—whom I could recall only as wearing a bright red flower,
amid her dark luxuriant tresses.
The room now being cleared of all save what you might call the active
couples, the women left us with sundry bows.
My partner gave me a soft kiss, pressing against my lips the tip of
her little red tongue, and left to join the rest. They stood in the
centre of the room, formed a group or ring, and then began to pose.
From somewhere—some concealed alcove perhaps—came soft strains of
music, a Japanese melody, which as soon as our ears got accustomed to
its peculiarities, no longer sounded harsh or discordant; and then the
group of girls began a dance.
They place themselves in a variety of the most lascivious positions.
First they pose as if inviting us to enjoy all their charms; the next
moment they seem to be coy and retiring. Now a dainty ankle is shown;
now a lovely brown breast, with sweet little strawberry nipples,
displayed.
Presently one of the dancers slips. In an instant her clothing is
stripped from her, and she lies sprawling upon the floor, panting, but
beaming with merriment and naked as the day she was born. What a lovely
sight she presents! Instinctively my tool springs up, erect, and so
eager for action that it throbs and palpitates against my pants in
amorous agony.
Now the dance continues. It grows even more voluptuous. Another
dancer slips or makes a mistake, and loses her clothes as a penalty.
And now the brown bottoms, plump thighs, finely developed calves, and
red-lipped, olive-tinged slits present themselves before us and lash us
into love's most furious frenzy.
And so it continues till but two remain. One lifts up the other's
clothes, displaying a most beautifully rounded bum, and brings her hand
down upon it with a slap that resounds through the apartment, and
awakens peals of rippling laughter, as well as shouts from the men. The
daring one is my little girl with the red flower.
The other chases her. My partner runs to me. But the rest of the
spectators desire to see the fun, and so I am not permitted to protect
her.
So in and out they go among us, until my little girl trips over a
prostrate nude figure, and falls. The other with one fierce clutch
divests her of her garments, and exposes all her charms to my eager and
gloating eyes. Then with her open palm she returns the slap with such
force as to leave the red print of her hand upon the delicate skin of
my chosen one.
Adventure
