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was he?
    Not that he
had been the first she had accompanied to a seedy hotel room.
Indeed, wasn't that the attraction of this side of her life, this
escape to the unknown, the improbable, the dangerous?
    Memories of
other such occasions came to her mind and aroused her body. She had
opened her legs in the back seat of a car, felt the coldness of a
glass window against her backside as a hot tongue had licked her to
distraction in some dark shop doorway. They were memories to
cherish in the other side of her life, the side that was far
straighter and far narrower than the one she lived as Carmel.
    Her eyes
locked with the man who had been dressed as a woman. There was
passion in them, a dancing excitement.
    At that point
she could have asked his name, but she did not. Like her, he had
another life, another world that he would not wish to divulge in a
shabby room at the Railway Hotel. They were here for sex, and the
night was fading fast.
    'So,' she said
in a low, husky voice. 'Let's see if you really are a man. Expose
yourself, whoever you are. Take off your clothes.'
    The words
seemed to hang in the amber darkness of the room, then were drowned
as another train rattled by. Sounds were not needed anyway. Vision
was enough. One by one, item by item, his clothes dropped to the
floor. No matter that the remains of make-up still clung to his
face. As his earthy, masculine smell reached into her senses, she
shivered. Even without that smell, his body and his rigid erection
proclaimed what he truly was.
    Everything was
exactly as she wanted it. The night had been right, this room was
right, and this man, she decided, was worth having.
    A faint hint
of diesel drifted through the open window, but was drowned in his
scent, the chemical eruption that was drawing the female body to
the male. It was as if small, invisible hooks were piercing her
flesh, pulling her closer to him. But those hooks did not hurt.
They only tingled, only tantalized.
    Slowly, as if
she were peeling the skin of a fig away from its sweet, soft flesh,
she eased the black dress from her body, let it fall to her ankles,
then kicked it to one side. As the last rattle sounded from the
passing train, her other clothes lay with it.
    Strange , she thought to
herself, that only his eyes are exploring
me, and yet, I feel pinpricks of sensation running over my skin. My
nipples are hardening, and a warm juiciness is pouring from my
vagina like melting jam, toffee, or honey - anything that melts
when it gets warm .
    With eyes
shining, and her breath racing in short, sharp, impatient gasps,
she stared at his penis. Made golden by the orange light that
sliced through the window, it reared, like a magic wand from a bed
of dark, tangled hair. Large, thick, virile. A pleasure to hold. A
pleasure to have.
    She gulped,
swallowed, tingled from breast to knee bone. She did not want to
rush this.
    Slowly. Slowly. Savour each moment ,
she told herself. Memorize each detail;
sight, smell, and touch .
    Her fingers
followed the curve of his muscles, the soft scattering of body
hair, the dark indent that ran from his chest to his penis.
    'You have very
dark pubic hair,' she said, her voice hushed, her gaze resting on
his springy, tangled curls.
    His look
mirrored hers.
    'And yours is
very fair. Strange, when the hair on your head is so dark.'
    His comment
jarred; sounded a warning note. Normally she shaved her pubic hair
off completely. But of late she had been busy. Under pressure to
perform, and perform well, she had let it grow. After all, her
legal career came first. Her erotic dancing was purely a
sideline.
    Wary of what
he might be thinking, she was immediately alert to the question in
his eyes, the slight frown denting his eyebrows. She must not allow
him to dwell on that feature. It could so easily give her away.
Much against her inclination, she had to speed things up.
    The gap
between them narrowed until the tips of her nipples brushed the
hardness of his chest. As his lips met hers,