Author: Gene Birch (pseud.)

The Private Experiences of a Private Eye
As He Played with the Private Parts
Of Some Private Citizens
At a Private Resort

About: Thongs of pleasure--a veil of pain--the rich are the depraved--and a private eye gets caught up in a mystery that must be solved--or he starves.

Excerpt:

I glanced at Julia. She was nodding her head in silent agreement with the speaker. This was encouraging. I planned to give Julia a chance to take her clothes off for me later.

“In the eyes of our present day society,” the woman went on with her discourse, “the naked human body is considered obscene. The law agencies are quick to arrest anyone who dares unveil the human form in a public place.” She paused. She studied the intent group. “Are there any questions thus far?”

“I have one,” a woman of about forty held up her hand. She was a really chunky one, I must admit. “I agree that the human body would be considered a thing of beauty...” She should talk, I thought. “Yet, I have some reservations. If everyone... and especially, those who are not quite so high-minded as we fancy ourselves to be... went about with nothing on their bodies, I'm afraid the world would become one vast...” she was at a loss for words.

“Roman orgy?” the speaker asked.

“That's right,” the woman nodded. “All the temptation...”

“That theory is one that we have had forced on us since infancy,” the speaker replied. “And like so many theories that have entrenched themselves, it is false. Completely false!”

“I don't know... “the woman who asked the question wasn't exactly sold.

“You may be relieved to know that your question is one that is always asked at these orientation indoctrinations,” the speaker said calmly.

“There should be some positive answer, I feel,” the woman shook her head. She didn't buy an old argument very quickly, it was all too apparent.

“I can prove my point.” The speaker had turned and picked up a small suitcase near her. “I shall give you a visual demonstration that nudity is utterly without dirty meaning. It's the body in garments that becomes lustful!”

She opened the bag. She removed some things from inside it and set them nearby.

“Look at my bare flesh with no clothing,” she stood tall and straight. It was rattier pleasant looking. She must have weighed at least one hundred and thirty five. But there was no indication of flab. Her body was solid and...feminine. I let my eyes hold on the points of her knockers. “Now...watch what happens when I begin putting on various items of clothing...”

She slipped her feet into a pair of high heeled shoes. It did interesting things to her legs and ankles. Suddenly, they seemed more feminine and curvaceous!