A patina of perspiration, a light, sensual dew, covered Marguerita’s flesh now. It heightened the erotic appeal immeasurably. It was as if her slippery thighs, the gateway to her femaleness, had been oiled for easy access. It was as if her naked breast had been lightly coated with honey, just begging to be licked away. Contemplating this, Archer all but choked on his tongue.
The melody filled in the spaces of the beat now and grew louder. The music was building to its climax. Marguerita abandoned all restraint. Her ivory body, red-teated, purple-nippled, ebony-curled, sex-sweated, moved as if in the throes of an uncontrollable—-almost unbearable—seizure. Its erotic parts seemed to jerk every which way at once, and yet she never lost the beat, never departed from the flamenco rhythm, and the series of spasms melted into the fluidity of the dance in such a way that the seeming lack of control of individual movements became a quite strict control over the total effect.
Archer’s eyes darted over her body now. He focused and refocused, drinking in the whole, zeroing in on a hard nipple, a pink-glowing nether-cheek, a wine-colored clitoris peeping from ebony shrubbery and then retreating. He was forced to sit with his legs apart, and his excitation was such that he didn’t even think of trying to hide it.
Marguerita spun wildly with the crescendo of the music and with the last strum she seemed to release the energy of her body the way a taut bowstring is released, with a sudden twang of collapse that left her stretched and panting on her back across Archer’s knees. He couldn’t tell whether she had fallen there deliberately, or if her exhaustion had been so great that she had simply collapsed and sprawled over his lap by accident. Archer didn’t dwell. on the question. One of his hands fell on her naked breast and the other atop her skirt where the material clung to the ebony triangle. His mouth was on hers before she had a chance to get her breath.
Throughout the long, deep kiss, however, Marguerita was far from being in as mindless and animalistically passionate a state as she seemed to be. Her exertions had tired her, but they hadn’t exhausted her. She was used to expending great amounts of energy when she danced. And this time she had made sure to conserve enough to leave her mind free to carry on with the plan she had evolved for Archer’s punishment.
When the kiss was over, she pushed Archer’s hands away gently and removed herself from his lap. She stood up and adjusted her blouse so that her breast was covered. She was quite calm. It was as if Archer hadn’t made a pass at her and she hadn’t responded. Archer was confused—just as she’d meant him to be.
“So now you’ve seen a genuine flamenco dance.” She walked across the room and turned off the phonograph. “What did you think of it?”
“Magnificent.” Archer became aware of the tent of his trousers and was momentarily embarrassed.
“I can see that you liked it.” She stared at his clasped hands which were trying in vain to conceal his arousal. “But now, if you don’t mind, I think we should get to the reason for your coming here.” She crossed over to a bureau and took out a small package of male contraceptives and held them up for him to see.
“I don’t mind.” Archer’s heart was beating very fast. He knew, beyond question, that at last his problem was licked — or would be very soon now.
“This is the brand your company puts out? I did get the right kind, didn’t I?”
“That’s it. The best brand on the market.” Archer swelled with pride in the Company.
Noting the additional swelling, Marguerita squelched the impulse to smile. Casually, she leaned the hand holding the packet of contraceptives on the radiator. You smug, lecherous, male bastard, she was thinking. Oh, you're going to get what you’re slavering for, all right! And a little more! A little something that you didn’t bargain for! “Then will you show me now the proper way to use it?” she asked aloud. “So I can show my lover Kevin.”
“Sure. But you’ll have to cooperate.” Archer decided that if he wasn't going to be able to make love to her spontaneously, as a natural outgrowth of the excitement brought on by the dance, then he’d work it out calculatedly. But he was going to make love to her! Of that he was sure!
“Cooperate?” Marguerita removed the packet of contraceptives from the proximity of the radiator and crossed over to him. “How?” she asked with a wide-eyed innocence behind which lay both amazement and contempt at Archer’s easy acceptance of it. That old folklore is true, she reflected. The aroused male sex organ has no brains! “How can I cooperate?”
“Umm . . . Well, you see, in order to put the contraceptive on, the organ must be in a state of excitation. An outside stimulus is required to keep it in that state. That’s where you come in. You’re the outside stimulus.”
“It doesn’t look like an outside stimulus is needed.” She stared at his lap.
“You’ll just have to take my word for it.”
“Can’t you provide your own stimulus?”
“Maybe some men can. But they’re onanists. That’s not my bag.”
“Never?”
“Well . . . Hardly ever . . . And since you are here, there's no need. Is there?”
“I guess not. What is it you want me to do?”
“Well. .. Uhh ... Well .. . Uhh ... Well, just be sexy, you know. Do sexy things.”
“Like this?” Marguerita slowly raised her skirt and lowered it. “Or this?” She pushed one of her breasts up out of her blouse and licked the nipple with her tongue.
“That’s very good,” Archer groaned, reaching to unzip his fly. “But maybe more direct contact . . . ”
“Oh, I see what you mean.” Marguerita reached inside his pants and gently stroked him. “Like this!”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! That’s it. Faster . . . Ahh . . . ”
“I'd better stop now,” Marguerita murmured. “Or else you'll . . . you know . . . and then you won’t be able to show me . . . ”
“I suppose you’re right,” Archer panted. “Well, I think I can show you now. If you’ll hand me one of the — uhh -- devices."
“All right.” Very carefully, Marguerita selected one of the rolled-up contraceptives and handed it to him.
Archer removed the wrapper. “Now watch carefully. Starting at the tip, it should be unrolled slowly, smoothing it as you go so that there are no Later, you see, in the act itself, wrinkles can be abrasive and that can be a distraction. Now you unroll it to the base, like this. And you’ll notice there is an excess which doesn’t unroll. The contraceptive is always made larger than the organ.”
“I see. That's where Kevin was confused. He really isn’t undersized. But he certainly isn’t as large as you are.” Marguerita made her black eyes go very wide as if she was tremendously impressed.
"Now as to the proper way to use it —” Archer had her hand and was tugging her toward him. He was already reaching under her skirt.
“Wait a minute.” She pulled free without seeming to make an issue of it.
“What’s the matter?”
“I just want to make sure I’ve got it absolutely right.” Making it a caress, Marguerita reached down and pulled off the condom. She stroked him for a moment, and then reached into the small packet for another contraceptive. For some reason the one she fished out didn’t seem to be what she wanted. She tossed it aside and took the remaining one from the box.
Marguerita removed the wrapper very carefully and knelt in front of Archer. His organ was quivering like a tuning-fork. Slowly, and with infinite care, she rolled on the condom. “Is that right?” she inquired sweetly, keeping a firm grip on the unrolled portion at the base of his manhood.