She was beautiful and sexy and stunned.She was beautiful and sexy and stunned. My first reaction was terror. But it was diluted by the purely sexual image reflected in that polished glass. My transformation was at the hands of a stranger: forceful and insensitive to the fear he produced in me. It wasn't the type of behavior I expected of an artist, even one with the reputation that he had. I could hear the party still going on downstairs -- all of New York's prettiest people laughing and eating and drinking away while I pondered my fate. I wondered if the friend I'd come with would miss me. I didn't hold much hope for that. The last time I saw her she was deep in conversation with one of those dark latin types she had a fetish for. I had tried stamping on the floor but my position was such that I couldn't gain much leverage without straining my neck. Between that and the loud music I gave up trying to attract anyone's attention. I can admit now that I was perversly curious about what was going to happen next. |