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now, erect nipples, descending across the flatness of her pale stomach and even, although he hoped he was the only one to notice, lingering in the region of her cunt and actually holding her lips open for a second or so.
    He felt hot. Even though he by now knew every square inch of her skin, this was a new Susi, a creature he had only guessed at.
    It was quickly over.
    He held his breath.
    A few people clapped in the background.
    Susi’s face was impassive but flushed.
    She picked up her discarded dress and slipped into it.
    â€˜That was good,’ she said. ‘Can we go, now?’
    On their way to the door and the muted sounds of Bourbon Street, the barman handed Susi a card.
    â€˜You’re quite a gal,’ he said, as she brushed past him. ‘My name is Louis. If you’re seeking more serious fun, just call me.’
    Susi slipped the card into her side pocket without even acknowledging him and emerged into the twilight.
    â€˜I’m hungry,’ she said.
    One of the nearby hotels had an oyster bar. They shared a plateful each of oysters and clams. She smothered each with a generous helping of tomato-flavoured horseradish as she gulped them down.
    â€˜One of your fantasies realised?’ he asked her.
    â€˜You might say that,’ Susi answered. ‘But there are others.’
    â€˜I have no doubt.’ he smirked, still uncertain of the path they had embarked upon.
    â€˜Don’t look so glum,’ she smiled. ‘You did say we would come to New Orleans and explore possibilities, didn’t you?’
    â€˜I suppose I did.’
    The rawness of their sex that night was compelling and savage. She sucked him with hungry determination and wouldn’t allow him to withdraw from her mouth when he felt his excitement rise. Usually, he would hold back and penetrate her, which prolonged the pleasure. He came in her mouth. She let him go, and he watched her tasting his come before she finally swallowed it.
    â€˜You taste sweet and sour,’ Susi said.
    The following day, she insisted they visit a place called The Orgy Room. On Bourbon, of course. As pornographic films were projected on the walls, a group of people pressed together like sardines in a can were force fed into an exiguous room and allowed to jostle and play on pneumatic fun fair carpets or were they water beds? Most were drunk. The constant contact was, he felt, somewhat unpleasant, and far from arousing. Soon, he was separated from Susi in the swaying crowd but could still see her at the other end of the room. She deliberately exaggerated her movements and rubbed herself against others, often pulling her short black leather mini skirt up her thighs so her genitals were fully visible to those closer to her. He observed as various men took note of her and soon congregated around her. He could see her face flush amongst the laughs, and the human wave of bodies soon directed her against the back wall where she stood motionless, her skirt now bunched at her midriff and a couple of men frantically fingering her as she pretended to ignore them. He watched from afar, not quite knowing what he now felt. Eventually, the siren rang and the crowds thinned and made for the exit. As Susi reached him, trailed by the puzzled men she had snared in her net. She took his hand in hers. The men observed this and interrupted their progress towards her. Sweat poured down her forehead, her thin red hair plastered down against her scalp. They walked out. He looked up at the sky. There was a storm brewing.
    â€˜I came,’ she remarked. ‘Jesus ...’
    â€˜Susi ...’
    â€˜Take me back to the hotel,’ she ordered. ‘Tonight, I want you to fuck my arse.’
    The next morning, she expressed a desire for breakfast in bed. They had woken up too late for the hotel room service. He volunteered to fetch food from a nearby 24-hour deli. The night rain had swept away the heat momentarily and the cool air came as a