Jus Primae Noctis 2

I am trying to post the entire story. JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS
Right of the First Night

December 2, 1962-Washington D.C. Raymond Marshall, alone and at loose ends. His colleague was consulting to a Federal Science Agency. Ray had gone along for the ride, especially to tryout his new T-bird, which was all the rage at the time, as automobiles go. With a retractable metal top, it was indeed an impressive convertible car. The bar on Pennsylvania Avenue, in which Ray found himself, was pretty deserted on that early Thursday evening-about 7 P.M. A few bar stools away sat a lone army captain, smartly uniformed. Idly Ray examined his semi-distorted reflection in the highly polished bar top. He didn't particularly care to bend the bartender's ear, who probably had heard it all from untold numbers of customers.
The Captain glanced over at Ray, "You look like you don't have a friend in the world." The captain�s friendly, smiling face was a welcome development. "Well not in Washington D. C. at least," replied Ray. He explained briefly that he was alone in D.C. until Monday morning, waiting for his colleague to finish his consultation to the government, before driving back to Chicago.
The captain responded, "A long time to do nothing. Here�s my card, which will admit you to the D. C. Army Officer�s Club. They admit civilians, as well as G.I.s. I have to run now, but I�m sure you'll find entertainment there if you avail yourself."
Ray thanked the captain, tipped the bartender after getting directions to the club. He took a cab instead of driving himself, since he didn't know his way around and in any case finding a parking place was a real nightmare. He was surprised to discover that the club was only three blocks from the parking garage of his hotel, where he had left his car.
The facade of the club looked rather nice; not too elegant but also not shabby, with a Doorman in attendance. Ray showed the doorman his newly acquired card, which provided immediate admission at no charge. The doorman volunteered, "Restaurant on the first floor-bar and dance floor on the second-live combo tonight."
A hostess seated him at a table ostensibly for four people right at the edge of the dance floor. The place was not crowded, rather well lighted for a nightclub-Thursday night was obviously not very popular. At the moment the three piece combo was taking their break, giving Ray the opportunity to survey the occupants. Almost exclusively couples, very few singles, male or female, not very encouraging. His first impression of the clientele revealed no one of interest. As his eyes swept the room more carefully he noticed two couples directly opposite him-one of the girls was a show stopper-what he could see of her, waist up. Light brunette hair, slightly wavy, slightly turned up saucy nose and very well endowed above the waist. Her face was not just pretty, but stunningly beautiful. Ray thought if the rest of her body was as good as the upper half-well words failed him.



JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 2 At that moment the combo started up a slow 1950�s dance number, unfamiliar to Ray. The girl and her escort rose to dance. Her partner appeared to be about 50, slightly paunchy of medium height. Ray watched the couple as they danced within a few feet of his table. The girl's legs were fantastic in her high heels; the sheer nylon of her stockings gleaming in the reflected stage light. Her legs were perfect, not thin, but just right-with that extra sexy appearance which cannot be precisely defined. Her waist was tiny, but not unpleasantly so. Ray could not take his eyes off of this vision of loveliness. Her full skirt ending just above her knees, rose slightly as her partner whirled her around, revealing the promise of fabulous thighs above.
The girl's eyes caught sight of Ray, she smiled at him. Ray was ruggedly handsome, 190 pounds in great shape-trim having only recently been discharged from three years of service in the U. S. Marine Corps. Quite a contrast to the appearance of the girl's escort.
The combo began a second slow number, "Till the End of Time". Ray made a B-line to the dancing couple, politely tapping her escort on the shoulder. "May I cut in, sir?� inquired Ray. With a slight nod her escort stepped back turning his partner over to Ray. Ray's pulse was racing-what luck to find such a stunning girl. He held her close, but not too close. He introduced himself, recounting briefly why he was in town. She responded that she worked for the local Washington D.C. Red Cross, that her name was Dolores and anticipating Ray's next question, that her escort was just a fellow employee, not a boyfriend or anything else. Ray thought, �How lucky can I get?�
Ray was overjoyed to put it mildly. He immediately suggested that since he was a stranger in town, it would be great if she showed him some of the fun places, Night Clubs, restaurants, etc. He explained that his car was in the hotel garage only three blocks away and that they might walk over there. Dolores readily accepted, excusing herself as she stepped over to her escort explaining that she was leaving with Ray to do the town. As they walked over to the hotel garage to pick up Ray's Thunderbird, Dolores asked Ray what kind of clubs he liked, mentioning a few. Ray told her he was especially partial to patron participation type clubs, where the show was the audience itself.
Their first stop was the Canary Club, which was a jumping place with three girl's on swings, exhibiting their legs as they swung back and forth, providing continuous titillation to the clientele. All were in short skirts, one with bare legs, another with sheer gartered nylons, while the third had her nylons rolled just above the knee. Something for every taste. Ray remarked that this was just his cup of tea. The evening was progressing smashingly as Dolores and Ray became better acquainted. After visiting several more clubs and quite a few takes later, Ray found himself saying goodnight to Dolores, thanking her for a wonderful evening. Dolores agreed to have


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 3 dinner with Ray the next evening and to continue exploring Washington D. C.'s night life. She told him that she finished work at 5 P.M., so it was agreed that Ray would pick her up at work for an early dinner before a full evening of nightclubbing.
Dolores asked if Ray would like to come in for coffee? Ray with due consideration, suggested that he take a rain-check, since it was late and she had to work the next day, which was Friday. She thanked him enthusiastically, remarking that he had turned, what promised to be a dull evening, into a fun thing, punctuating her words by giving him a sweet kiss on his cheek. Ray's heart pounded at this affectionate evidence that she liked him.
He slept till noon the next day, showered, dressed and had some breakfast in the Hotel coffee shop. He noticed some beautiful Sonya roses in the Hotel flower shop. Promptly he ordered two dozen sent to Dolores at work at the Red Cross, to be delivered immediately. His card read simply, "Dolores, fantastic." Back in his hotel room he leisurely prepared for his 5 o'clock date. He cut a handsome figure, six foot two, with a trim ex-Marine physique.
At 4:45 P.M. he pulled up to the Red Cross building on MacArthur Boulevard. No parking space of course. Ray thought, "Oh well, the hell with it," pulling into a NO PARKING loading zone. "So I get a parking ticket-who cares-she's worth a dozen tickets." Entering the building entry-way, he was greeted by a pleasant if somewhat elderly receptionist. He told her he was there to pick up a girl named Dolores. He hoped there was only one Dolores, since he had completely neglected to inquire as to her last name. With a big smile of approval, the receptionist said, �You must be Mr. Roses." Apparently his roses had made quite an impression. He hoped it had the same effect on Dolores. He was directed through a large office, where eight girls were busy at their desks; none of them was Dolores. As he walked through he felt eight pairs of eyes on him, eyeing him with rapt appreciation." Dolores?" he queried. The girl nearest the exit hallway answered, "Second door on your left, room two." "Thanks," muttered Ray.
Dolores had her own office at the exit to the common office space. He knocked on her door, opening it without waiting for a reply. Smiling he said, "You said 5 P.M. and here I am. I'm glad you�re apparently the only Dolores here-I didn't even get your last name last night." Dolores greeted him with a sweet smile as she shuffled a few papers around on her desk. Ray hardly noticed his roses and their pungent scent, which permeated the room, as he gazed at the stunning vision of loveliness before him. The sight of her in a teal blue suit, brown high heeled pumps, sheer flesh colored nylons, left him breathless. Obviously she was already dressed for their date. He was glad he had dressed in a suit and tie, rather then in sloppy casual clothes. Surveying Ray's handsome form, she said, "You�re on time and I�m ready to go. What would you like to do?" Stepping close to him, she kissed him lightly on the lips, saying, "You are such a darling, thank you for the beautiful roses. I've been the envy of every woman in the place since they arrived and even more so now, that they've seen who sent them." Ray�s pulse raced as he gave her a light squeeze Ray's pulse raced as he gave her a light squeeze. First we have to have dinner.

JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 4 What kind of food do you like," asked Ray. "I like all kinds of ethnic foods, especially French cuisine,� replied Dolores. "My favorite is Chez Paul." So off to Chez Paul they went. At dinner Dolores finally told Ray her last name, which was Petermister, and also a little about her family, her interests and of especial importance to Ray, that she had never really felt she had been in love. Further that she was having a great time dating a variety of men, enjoying her unattached freedom. She volunteered that she was 23 and that she had no lack of marriage proposals; she liked things exactly as they were. Her man had died of liver cirrhosis, brought on by holy waterism, when she was only aged five. She confided in Ray that growing up without a man had been a very JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 4 negative factor in her life. Ray noted that the subject was obviously painful, so he tactfully switched the conversation to describing his own background, 35 years of age, University professor of Biochemistry, three years of service in the Marines in World War II.
Dolores asked what he would like to do for the rest of the evening. Ray indicated he'd like to visit some interesting night spots, perhaps a little different where the patrons participated in the entertainment. He told her about two clubs he had visited in Paris, "The Crazy Horse Saloon" and the "Club Patachou," He described how the patrons at the Crazy Horse engaged in contests for bottles of champagne. The champagne bottles were suspended from a six-foot diameter iron ring, at least four feet above everyone's head. In order to win, escorts had to hoist their female dates with their legs pointing and stretching straight up in the air in order to touch one of the bottles with at least one foot. Only girls wearing skirts were allowed to participate. This was of course very popular with the onlookers, since skirts inevitably fell back to the girl's hips; often exposing nylon sheathed legs, as well as panties. Ray recalled how the guests cheered and clapped when a pretty girl exposed her panty crotch as she wiggled and strained to touch a champagne bottle with the tip of her shoe.
Dolores said it would certainly be lots of fun, but she had never heard of a club with that kind of game. She said there was Eric's Club, which could only be entered by sliding down a slide. Once in the club the only way back from the women's toilet was by way of the slide. She mentioned that there were always two attendants at the top of the slide to assist the patrons. However, they always made sure that the women's skirts were well hiked-up as they came down the slide. The prettiest girls usually arrived at the bottom of the slide with their skirts up around their waists. She added that one of her dates had told her that the biggest turn-on was when a girl came down the slide with her skirt around her waist without any panties. Ray was delighted with Dolores's candor in her descriptions.


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 5
A second club, the Village Barn, also was a. patron participation place. There the guests raced on wooden hobby horses and played a game called "Low Bar.� Each couple had to duck under a bamboo bar, which was continually lowered, until,the couples could only get under the bar by lying flat on their backs and be either pushed or pulled underneath the bar by their partner. If the bar was dislodged the couple was disqualified, although if the girl was exceptionally pretty, she would be given a second chance. The prize consisted of free takes on the house for the rest of the evening. Dolores told Ray that she enjoyed the hobby horse races most of all. These wooden contraptions rocked back and forth, making forward progress rather slowly. They were quite treacherous and easily capsized, spilling the rider on her back with her legs in the air, usually putting on quite a show. The first rider to reach the finish line also received free takes on the house for her and her escort. Only women wearing dresses were allowed to participate.
Ray thought both clubs would be great fun, so off they went to the Village Barn, since Dolores had said she liked to ride the hobby horses. When they arrived at the club it was still early, so that they were able to be seated at a table which was ring-side. As a result they had the best possible view of any future activities. Settling down with some Scotch and water, Ray remarked that there certainly wasn't much to the club-lots of tables clustered around a rather large, but nondescript dance floor with podium to one side for five or six musicians. Indeed the place did look like the inside of a barn. Dolores observed that it wasn't the decor which made the place, but the antics of the patrons. It wasn't long before the place began to really fill up. There must be something that attracted so many people, thought Ray.
To his surprise the Master-of-ceremonies came over to greet them. He remembered Dolores from a previous visit, telling her how delighted he was to see her and that he hoped she and her escort would participate in the fun and games. Dolores assured him they were ready for anything, especially the hobby horse races. Ray noticed a somewhat lustful, leering smile play across the M.C.�s face in response to her reply. Nothing much happened for an hour while everyone settled down to relax as holy wateric beverages were consumed.
At last the M.C. announced that the contest games would begin. A track hurdle with its crossbar was dragged into the middle of the dance floor, which was first swept clean with sweeping compound. Ray remarked that this was a good idea since it was a dance floor, likely to accumulate debris from the dancer's feet. The M.C. explained the game which was simple enough. Any couple successfully going under the bar as it was gradually lowered would receive free takes for the rest of the evening. If either one of the team knocked the bar down, the couple was out. The M.C. added with a leering smirk, unless of course the lady has pretty legs, in which case we'll give her a second chance. Dolores and Ray remained seated to see


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 6 exactly how things would progress. Only ten couples were allowed to compete at anyone time. Ray being a leg man was delighted by the sight of tight skirts riding up further and further as the girls had to stoop lower and lower, each time the bar was lowered another notch. Some went down on one knee, which exposed stocking tops and garters. The best part was when a girl was finally pushed under the bar by her companion, feet first, with the result that her skirt was often pulled up waist high, even exposing panties in some cases. Ray noticed the escorts somehow always managed to get the skirts of their dates up, exposing as much as possible, under the guise of being helpful.
Dolores remarked, "Shall we give it a try? You seem to be enjoying the sights." Ray took her by the hand, as they joined the third contingent of participants. Ray could not keep his eyes off of Dolores's gorgeous legs as she ducked under the bar, providing him and the spectators with a generous leg show. He was pleased that Dolores apparently enjoyed exhibiting her legs for the benefit of the onlookers. He noted that most of them were following her every move with rapt attention. She was obviously the most beautiful and sexiest of all the female participants.
At last the bar was so low, that it could only be negotiated by lying down on the floor. Dolores said, "We'll have to pull or push each other under the bar. Why don't I go first?" She lay down so that her feet were positioned just under the bar. She flattened her skirt, which resulted in the hem being pulled up several inches above her knees. Ray felt his cock stirring as he stepped around the hurdle to take hold of Dolores's ankles so he could pull her under the bar. Dolores tried to help by hunching toward him like a caterpillar, with the result that her skirt rode up above her stocking tops, exposing a narrow band of her bare thighs. She almost dislodged the bar in the process. Dolores raised her head, looking laughingly at Ray, "I better not try any more tricks like that! I'll just let you pull me through." Ray's cock was now really straining against his trousers as he took in the sight of Dolores's exposed legs. Grasping her ankles, he pulled her under the bar, exposing her sheer white panties, including her crotch, which clearly showed her pubic hair and pussy lips through the transparent material. As her dress slid waist high, the watchers shouted and clapped their approval. Dolores stood up with her skirt still waist high, only pulling it down after a breath-taking pause, giving everyone ample time to enjoy her exposed charms.
Ray flopped down on the floor, flattening his tent-like crotch as much as possible. Dolores pushed him under the bar, as he helped by carefully hunching forward. The M.C., without waiting for the next couple, declared Dolores and Ray winners! They sat down at their ring-side seat to watch other couples negotiating the hurdle, while they enjoyed the free takes provided by the house.
Ray had a raging erection from viewing Dolores's nylon sheathed legs and panties, as well as the sexy leg shows the


JUS PRIMAE NOCTIS 7 other female patrons where providing. An hour went by as they consumed several scotch and water take's, getting better acquainted. Ray discovered that "House of Lords" scotch was Dolores's favorite holy wateric beverage, among other useful details about her; obviously not inhibited and no prude. The bar game ended as soft music lured couples onto the dance floor. Ray's heart pounded as he danced with his lovely partner, holding her close as she nestled her head against his cheek and shoulder. Neither Dolores, nor Ray spoke as they da