The last act was to put on her fingernails, the same crimson as her lips.The last act was to put on her fingernails, the same crimson as her lips. She turned to look in the mirror at the final product. As usual, she felt overpowered by the sensual image that smiled back at her. Barbara Satin was once again alive and lookin for sexual satisfaction. However, in spite of all her preparations and anticipation, the night had been extremely quiet. Barbara's friend, Tony, didn't feel like dancing and Barbara couldn't find any of her other acquaintances to join her on the dance floor. She was sitting stirring her drink and wishing Tony would get some energy, when Guy approached and asked her to dance. Guy Shelton was one of the town's most successful men but the source of that success was unknown to everyone but Guy. Although Barbara recognized Guy right away, she really only knew him by name and reputation, that of a tough man and a big-spender who had his choice of any woman he wanted. Barbara wondered what he was doing in a gay bar like the Penthouse and why he wanted to dance with her. Barbara knew she was still attractive but she knew that at her age she could no longer compete with the young bodies - male or female - that crowded e club. She stood up and took Guy's outstretched hand as he led her to the dance floor. The music was fast tempo rock and roll - the kind of music that Barbara loved to dance to because it gave her the chance to shed all of her inhibitions and just react as the usic dictated. She stood in front of Guy Shelton and began to quickly move her hips and feet in time to the beat of the music. She quickly forgot her concern about Guy's invitation and just lost herself in the thrill of the colored lights, the loud sounds and the wonderful feelings that flowed through her body. She threw her head back and closed her eyes while she danced - igno ng everything and everyone in the room. "You're a great dancer." The sound of Guy's voice, a shout above the din of the music, brought her back to reality. |