LLP-108 The Underground Model by Jean Sifton ... - OpenDrive

Yet he stood before them transfixed, unable to take the first essential steps, completely entranced at first
by the naked sensuality of the group before him.
The brother stood up and slowly removed the curious contraption from Ellen's luscious hips and
advanced angrily towards him, stopping when he was a few paces away. Ellen's hand had gone to her
mouth ... the girl's body rolling off Patricia's until Mark could see the wet appendage which stuck out
from her loins.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Larry demanded. "This is private property ... Get out of here
this instant! Go on!" he screamed. "Before I call the police!"
Mark stared at him, his violent rage suddenly crumpling before the ridiculous spectacle. Beneath his tight
flimsy underwear, Larry's prick was straining fiercely upwards, and right now he looked more of a pitiful,
than a menacing sight to him. Mark's shoulders shook a little; he was unable to suppress a muffled
chuckle at the ludicrous vision.
Larry came a step nearer. His whole body had started to tremble with fury.
"Will you get out of here?" he yelled, his face terribly contorted.
"Get out! Get out!"
Mark ignored him completely. He felt oddly detached from the whole situation ... as if it was too farcical
to be taken seriously. And yet ... And yet something within him responded to the undercurrent of
perverse sexuality which pervaded the room. He remained motionless, his eyes riveted to the sight of
Patricia's still lewdly spread-eagled and perspiring body. A thought persisted in spinning round and
round his mind-you don't really hate this kind of thing at all ... you could just as easily be in Larry's place
if you weren't so afraid of your secret desires!
Ellen had jumped off the bed and stepped quickly to her brother's side, holding Larry's arm tightly.
"Let me handle this," she told him quietly. Then she turned to Mark, "What are you doing here? What do
you want from us?"
Before he could reply, Patricia's voice broke in. "He's a friend of mine, Ellen! Don't spoil everything for
me, Mark ... please don't! I'm perfectly all right ... why don't you just go away and forget what you've
seen here?"
Mark was dimly aware that his entire attitude, both towards Larry, Ellen and Patricia and towards his
feelings about their setup was being quickly changed, colored and mysteriously changed by forces which
he could only faintly recognize.
He heard his voice shatter the sudden hush which had fallen between them.
"I'll make a deal with you ... Let me join in and I won't take any action against you! And you both know
that I could do plenty to ruin your nice little house parties. I don't think I have to elaborate. A word
dropped in a few ears ..."
While he was speaking, Mark kept his eyes on Patricia. The girl had now relapsed into her state of
sensual stupor, and she made no sign that she had understood the tenor of his voice; or even that she
had heard him at all. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Ellen had drawn Larry aside and was
whispering urgently in her brother's ear. He waited, confident of their answer to his request. It was a
relatively small thing he was asking; and they scarcely had a choice in the matter, he thought, keeping his
mind cold and calculating, though a part of his brain was already trying to rationalize his decision.