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under his armpit if memory served him correctly. Most of the men
towered over her. As Quinn observed, they continued their annoying
entourage – when she moved, they moved.
    Quinn was really pissed as he watched from a
distance. Suddenly, she was swung up on the grand piano by some
macho college guy with a gleam in his eye as he span her waist with
ease and helped her carefully settle down on the piano top. But,
what irked him farther was that he had to stand there with steam
coming out of the top of his head while the jerk ran his hand up
Lily's silk clad leg. He narrowed his eyes with disgust as she
laughed. It only made him happy when she gave him a shove with her
dainty ankle strapped foot, square in the middle of his stomach.
The other swarm of guys were only too happy to take his place as
they maneuvered him three rows back with the momentum. Served him
right!
    Lily was a stunner! No wonder her entourage
followed with their tongues hanging out. She wore her auburn hair
fluffed and held up on one side with an antique sparkly rhinestone
comb and a little side black feather that came out the side. Her
dress?? -- was a slip dress of clingy white satin with a top of
black lace held up by spaghetti straps that looked more like a
negligee in his opinion, that plunged rather low, showing more of
her cleavage than he thought she should be and that wasn't the only
distraction. As she sat down on top of the piano, she crossed her
black silky legs. The split of the white satin gown gaped open to
reveal a well-shaped leg that continued well beyond the knee to
barely the top of one sheer black nylon held up by what looked to
be a garter belt. Quinn's eyes nearly popped out of his head. The
entire male population looking would have had their eyeballs going
around in circles if it had been a cartoon.
    Quinn certainly didn't think his Lily should
be showing that much leg either, but before he unglued his feet
from the pillar of which he was leaning, any spot near Lily no
longer existed. She was surrounded by every dick in the place. That
didn't, however, stop him from immediately muscling into the dick
crowd until he was near the front row. On the way, he couldn't
resist an elbow jab in the stomach of the jerk that had started
this whole thing. He was reward with a grunt that gave him some
satisfaction.
    A few minutes later, Quinn heard Lily say in
a husky voice as she leaned back on the piano lid, “Give a lady a
little space, would you fellas?” The man playing the piano gave a
little octave roll of the piano key cords before she began the
forties song, I've Been Kissed Before and The Heat is
On, transposing herself into the bombshell of the forties, Rita
Hayworth, known by all WWI American servicemen as “The Love
Goddess”. The screen behind Lily showed the picture of Rita,
identical to the dress that Lily was wearing. Shit! The picture was
originally supposed to be on the cover of the Life magazine
if the information from history was correct, but was nixed because
it was too risqué. They were right!
    Lily sang for another twenty minutes with
every eyeball in the ballroom transfixed and every picker standing
at attention as Lily sang sexy songs in a sexy voice while she
rolled around on the piano making love to the musical phallus. When
she finalized her performance, you could have heard a pin drop
before she received an enthusiastic applause from all standing male
guests and other parts of their anatomy, that by that time, were
standing up as well.
    As the performance continued, Quinn had
worked himself to the front side of the audience with a scowl of
disapproval. It was a good thing Lily didn't see him as she
probably would have done something really outrageous. As it was,
she only had time to part her dress to bare a little more leg and a
deeper lean to show a little more breast.
    Lily had turned into such a sex kitten, which
Quinn had to admit, he liked a lot. He just didn't like all the
other men liking “a