Francis and Xerxes danced side by side at the edge of the dancing circle, behind everyone else.

     Galateas surrounded them. To look in their direction, the others couldn't see Francis or Xerxes at all, only Galateas.

     Then, the Galateas separated.

     Francis and Xerxes stepped forward until they stood at the center of the dancing circle.

     Francis and the Galateas now looked as solid and substantial as everyone else.

     Francis and Xerxes smiled as they let their robes fall from their bodies even as the Galateas did the same.

     Three of the women who witnessed this gasped...

     but not because of Francis or the Galateas.

     It was Xerxes.

     He was just so fucking gorgeous. The muscles on his athletic body flowed to unite rather than knot or bulge. He had a pecker just large enough so that every woman there thought, that would be the perfect fit once it's hard. His hair flowed river-like to his shoulders. He smiled at everybody. He knew damned well how good he looked in the nude, and he loved it.

     Galateas danced around these two people that they so obviously adored.

     The Galateas looked totally female, Francis looked totally male, especially once he was nude, yet, still, they struck everybody there that they were, somehow, identical twins. 

     The Azurian males began to remove their pajama bottoms as they danced.

     Then, they would seek out an Azurian female. When one would accept their unspoken invitation, given with a look and responded to with another look, she would remove her own pajama bottoms, then the two of them would dance together, side by side.

     Myanna called to Adam, "We're doing this together."

     "You can barely wait to get naked in front of everybody, can you?"

     "Like you're not?"

​     "Hah!" Adam's reply to that was to unbutton his oh so stylish top of the line jeans, then pull them off while still dancing. Didn't make it. He stumbled as he tried to pull a pant leg off.

     Myanna pulled off the loose capris she wore with a single, fluid motion. 

     "You owe me twenty bucks," Chuck said.

     "We never shook," Cathy replied.

     That was it. Here We Go Time for everyone else there.

     Gulp!

     "Just do it," Myanna told everyone. "It's going to happen to everyone sooner or later, right? Isn't this where all of this is headed?"

     Everyone looked at everyone else. Who was going to go next?

     "Ah, hell," Anne said, then pulled off her own expensive jeans and panties. She hung them on the nearest hook. The hair of her pubis was the color the hair on her head had been ten years before. She made no move to cover herself while she continued to dance.

     Cathy let her fingers wander near the zipper of her slacks, telling everybody, by doing so, that she'd strip if anyone else wanted to. Chuck's unspoken, although communicated, response to that was, go ahead. Please. I'll be right behind you.

     Alison looked at Winston as if to ask, shall we? Winston shrugged.

     "I'm just going along," he replied with a pleading look in his eyes.     

     Abby touched her husband's shoulder as if to ask, do we really have to go through with this? Ward clutched her hand, his way of replying, of course not. If you'd like for us to return to our private suite right now, that would be fine.

     Hand in hand, they went to the stairway that led upstairs...

     and all but ran into Trevor and Helen coming down...

     both holding mugs of broove...

     and both as naked as if clothes had never existed.

     Helen looked at her feet.

​     "We figured, why fight it?" Trevor said.

     "We get it," Abby replied. She got one good look at the two of them, then averted her glance.

     "We're not ready yet," Ward said, although, really, he felt he was.

     "If we'll ever be," Abby said.

     "It looks like a lot of the Azurians are headed for the grotto," Helen said.

     "Is anyone still dancing?" Trevor asked. "That's what we came down for."

     "That and the broove," Helen added.

​     They're ready to dance because they've already fucked, Ward thought. It's what their body language is screaming, anyway.

CONTINUE