. It looked like she might be about to masturbate.

Abby's eyes grew wide—there was a Hooters back home, but absolutely nothing like this.

"I used to work here," said Lila. "The dancers love it when women come in, and couples. Daniel and I come here a lot to show off for them. I thought you'd like to see them, and if you feel like it . . ."

". . . you can put on a show for them too," Daniel finished for her. "Some of them like to watch."

"Anybody'll get into watching," said Lila, "if you give them something to see."

Lila began unbuttoning her tight, clingy sweater. A black lace brassiere slowly emerged, and she wiggled her shoulders just a little in the crowded booth, just enough movement to get the sweater off her shoulders. This caught the eye of a dancer, who drifted closer to their window, looked in at the three of them, smiled, and began to dance.

Abby didn't know which way to look. The dancer wore almost nothing—just high black heels and a black boa made of fuzzy Marabou feathers. She teased her nipples with it and pulled it oh-so-slowly between her legs, so it covered, and then revealed, her neatly trimmed p***y. Abby had never seen anything so sexy. Except maybe Lila—who stood right next to her, breathing warmly on her neck and leaning back into Daniel for support. His hands came up and caressed her lace-covered breasts, making Abby want to reach for them too.

"You can touch," Daniel whispered. "I told you, they like it when we put on a show."

Lila's breasts felt heavy and warm against Abby's palms. She'd never touched a woman like this—except a thousand times in her mind. She'd gone to girls' school with Colette and had adventures in Paris with Anais Nin; she'd read Herotica and let her fantasies run in every direction. With Lila's breasts in her hands, Abby felt somehow ready to have them there. She slid her palms in tiny circles until she felt Lila's nipples come up, until Daniel got involved, working his fingers swiftly to remove Lila's bra.

Lila threw her head back against Daniel's chest and sighed deeply. He bent down to kiss her, and she pulled her skirt up to her waist. The tiny room was so tight that the back of her hand caressed Abby's p***y on the way down—she couldn't even tell if Lila meant to do it. By now, Abby felt wildly overdressed too. "Can you help me get out of some of these clothes?" she asked, and Lila and Daniel both helped pull her sweater over her head and off. Then Lila unbuttoned Abby's jeans. Over her shoulder, Abby saw two more dancers come to join the first one, who still looked into the booth as if waiting for the show to start.

But just as Abby turned to see who else had arrived, the window began to close!

"Damn!" said Daniel. "Has it been this long already?"

"Time flies when you're having fun. . . ." said Lila, dreamily.

Abby burrowed in her jeans pocket for cash. She still had at least a twenty. "There!" she said when she'd managed to fish it out. "My turn!" She fed the bill into the slot, which sucked it smoothly away . . . and the window rose again.

There was the sensual blonde, still touching herself. There was the small-breasted girl with the Marabou boa.