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A Lesbian Love Story...of Sorts Chapter 5

Lesbian takes her friend to an exclusive Lesbian bar.

I slept in past lunch, before slowly getting up for the day. I read the newspaper, called my mom, and finished the new Steve Martin novel “An Object of Beauty”, which by the way is a riveting novel about the art world in America in the 1990s.

Around three, I called Gwen. “Hi Darling,” I cheerfully opened with.

“Hi,” she responded, reluctance lingering in her tone.

“So, do you want to go out for supper and an early movie before heading to the club?”

“Sure,” she said, after a slight pause, “Do we really have to go to Le Chateau though?”

“Yes,” I said adamantly, “You have never been there and I think you should see and learn a bit of my lifestyle. I am a lesbian now and I don’t see that changing.”

“Sorry,” she immediately said, “I didn’t realize it was so important to you. Of course, we will go. But, I get to pick the movie.”

“Fine,” I said, feigning disappointment, “I was so hoping we would go and see Harry Potter part whatever it is.”

“Funny,’ she laughed and said, “I was thinking that action movie with Angelina Jolie.”

“OK, she’s hot, I’d do her,” I said continually pushing the envelope just a tad.

“She is hot, I might too,” she surprised me back.

I laughed and said, “I’ll pick you up at five.”

I then went and decided what to wear for tonight. It took forever as I wanted to look powerful, seductive and sexy. I finally decided on the stockings I had bought at the shop from Emma, a black dress that was sexy but classy, stopping just below the knee, but sexy enough to showcase my all my curves; matching black leather boots with a flashy three inch heel that went just below the knee. The dress, backless, did not allow for a bra, but I did have on a black thong.

I grabbed both the little eggs and a small vibe and dropped it in my purse, just in case. I did my make-up, and checked myself in the mirror; I looked pretty darn hot and headed over to pick up Gwen.

I arrived early and knocked on her door. Scruffy, her adorable little poodle, yapped at the door until Gwen opened it. She clearly did not want to look underdressed, as instead of the conservative, slightly sexy red dress I had suggested, she had on an amazing gold dress, a gown really, with matching four inch heels and beige pantyhose or stockings. Her hair was up and she had never looked this delicious. It really took all my will power not to just rape her right then. Instead I decided to flirt with her, “Wow, you look good enough to eat?”

“Julia,” she said all giddy, she had been drinking already, I concluded.

“No seriously,” I said, “If you were not getting married in a couple of months, I would be all over you.”

She blushed and I waited for what seemed like an eternity for her to respond, when she didn’t, I finished, “But you are, so I guess I will have to devour someone else tonight.” I looked at my watch and declared, “We should get going, we don’t want to be late at McGiny’s or they just give away your table.”

We headed out and as I drove I noticed that her nails were done, something she seldom did. The rose red shined in contrast to the gold. “I see you did your nails gorgeous, what is the occasion?”

She looked at me and said with a surprisingly confident tone, “I figured if I was going to an upscale club, regardless of its clientele, I had to look upscale.” She paused before blurting out “Plus, I want to know if I am lesbian hot.”

“Lesbian hot?” I asked stunned.

“Yes,” I know I am relatively attractive for the boys, but I have no idea if I can make a woman all excited.”

“Are you going dyke on me?” I asked.

“Oh no,” she said, “I would never cheat on Rob, but flirting is still fair game.”

I purred, “And don’t you worry, you are definitely lesbian hot.”

She blushed as we arrived at the five star restaurant and I said, “Indeed, flirting is allowed, but be careful; some of the women at this club are very aggressive.”

As we got out of the car she said, “Oh, I can take care of myself.”

I smiled to myself, thinking seducing her may be easier than I thought, but said, “Oh I know you can,’ but thinking that I was not so sure she could.

We went in to the restaurant and had a great meal as we talked about the wedding, which of course I hoped never would occur, but I played along like a maid of honour should. I asked questions, we discussed who to invite, blah, blah, blah. The whole time I just kept thinking how badly I wanted to make love to her; to declare my love for her.

As we ate I said, finally changing the depressing topic, “So you know the waiter has been checking you out all night.”

“I thought he was giving my chest area a little more attention,” she responded somewhat confidently.

“Want to freak him out completely?” I asked.

“How?” she inquired.

“Pretend to be a lesbian,” I devilishly put forward.

“How would I do that?” she asked considering the idea.

At that moment the waiter came to the table and asked, “So how is everything tonight?” His eyes, moved slightly lower to check out Gwen’s cleavage.

“Oh good,” I said, “The food is excellent.”

Gwen, now suddenly shy, said, “Yes, it is very delicious.”

I got up then and decided to take a small risk and moved to Gwen and leaned in and gave her a three second tender kiss. I then stood back up and said, “I am going to the ladies room lover, be right back.”

The look on both Gwen’s and the waiter’s eyes was one of complete shock. Gwen’s look was one of bewildered surprise, while the waiter’s was more of a ‘wow, did I just see what I thought I saw’ look.

When I returned, Gwen was on a second glass of wine. I sat down and said, “Sorry if that was awkward, but the look on his face was way worth it, don’t you think?”

Gwen responded too quickly, “Oh yeah, that was hilarious.” I could tell that she was still trying to process what had occurred. But in my mind it was clear, she enjoyed it.

Our waiter checked back on us every couple of minutes, each time lingering a couple seconds longer than necessary.

When he gave us the bill I saw that his phone number was on it. I smirked. I looked at the waiter and said, “Neither of us swing that way, but do you like to watch?”

The guy, who probably seemed confident when he put his number down, now was way out of his league. He babbled, “Um, yeah, I.”

Gwen, surprising me, stood up, moved towards him, and whispered just loud enough for him and me to hear, “Ever seen two women fuck?”

I coughed, almost choking on the mint I had just popped in my mouth; but I recovered quickly as I added, “Maybe we could add a real cock, honey?”

Gwen playing along said, “Yeah, think you could handle us both?”

The guy was as red as an apple and he barely was able to answer, “Yeah, I, could.”

Finally I broke the awkward situation by saying, “Well, we got your number.” I kissed his cheek and Gwen and I left laughing so hard tears came down her face.

As we drove to the movie I said, “You know, you played lesbian pretty well, girlfriend.”

She retorted, “Well I have watched you seduce quite a few women the last couple years.”

“Are you calling me a slut?” I asked acting all sarcastically insulted.

“No, no,” she said all apologetic, not catching my sarcasm, “It’s just watching your seductions has always been rather entertaining.”

“Really?” I asked, “I thought that repulsed you. I have often been tamer than I usually am.”

“I am not repulsed by it. I accept you for who you are and if you are interested in women, then so be it. Actually,” she continued, “watching you play the seduction game with girls has been fun to watch and kind of hot.”

I decided not to pursue this now as we didn’t have enough time to discuss this the way I wanted to. So I said with a purr, as the movie theatre came into view, “Well, I will try to really entertain you tonight.”

Gwen did not respond and I could not read her face. Either she was jealous of my relations with other women or she was just a supportive friend. Which was it? Or maybe it was both. I decided right then as I parked the car that tonight I would try to make her jealous. Try to get her to play all her cards. If I played mine correctly, I may be able to play her bluff. But first I had to raise the stakes.

At the movie we split up as I got the tickets and she got the popcorn. It was our usual routine, almost like an old married couple I reflected.

By the time we got to our seats the previews, all seven of them (why are there so many fucking previews), were under way. We watched the movie in silence, sharing popcorn and Swedish berries. I made sure to time my popcorn reaches for when she did, so we would often brush hands, both of us lingering in the popcorn container longer than we ever had as I pretended to reach for popcorn. I really felt like a teenager in high school when a boy would take me to a movie and he would make slight moves to see how far he could get. I wanted to push it further, but I didn’t.

The movie ended, it was like all Angelina Jolie movies, not bad, but not as good as it could have been. The movie was longer than expected and we headed to the club at 9:35, already five minutes late. We drove talking about the movie and its relative lameness as we headed to the club and I embarked on the next step of the seduction plan.

By the time we arrived at the club I was worried about a couple of things and I never worried. I was usually confident and sure of myself, but this uncertainty of how Gwen felt for me was overwhelming me with self doubt, I certainly didn’t want to harm our friendship. My first worry was how Gwen would react to the club and its surroundings, although I felt she would be fine; my second worry was would Emma still be there when I was already twenty-five minutes late? That said, I would eventually learn that both worries were nothing more than that.

As we got to the club entrance I saw Emma, waiting, in a classic red dress, with black nylons, and matching red three inch pumps. As soon as she saw me she smiled, but when she saw Gwen the smile disappeared. I said, “So sorry I’m late, the movie was longer than we thought it would be and traffic was brutal.”

She put on her fake smile and said, “No worries. I was late myself.”

I ignored that, I didn’t like disobedience, (I told her 9:30) but she was in an awkward situation. She clearly usually was the seductress and not the prey. She was trying to play the game, but truthfully she did not know how to play it from this perspective.

As we entered, not carded of course, I asked the security guard, “What time did my young slut in the red arrive?”

He answered with a sly smile, “About 9:15.”

“Thanks stud,” I said and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

I smiled to myself, she had not disobeyed, and actually she was eagerly early.

We walked into the heart of the club and found the last unoccupied table. We sat down and ordered our drinks. It was still a bit early, the place usually didn’t get crazy until11, but some action was already under way. I said nothing as both the young dyke and my hopefully future dyke became immersed in the sexuality of the scene. The dance floor was only about a third full, but entertainment was still available. While most of the women were dancing as though it was any other club, a couple of couples were not. Two women were kissing passionately, each with the other’s ass in their hands, while in the corner, a woman, at least 40, had her dressed raised and a girl, probably in her mid-twenties, had her hand under the dress and was clearly fingering her.

When Gwen saw this she had a look of complete surprise, yet she did not look away. Emma was looking everywhere trying to take it all in.

I said to Gwen, “It is rude to stare.”

Gwen looked away and to me and said, “I just can’t believe anyone would do something so intimate in such a public place.”

I smiled and said, “Oh that is nothing. In here everything goes. See over there, the woman in the gold cocktail dress. That is Megan, she is a friend of mine. Look closer, can you see the shoes from under the table?” 

Gwen did and it took her a while to process what was clearly occurring. “Is she?”

Emma answered for me as she said, “She is being serviced, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she is. And you see that younger girl who just returned to the table?”

“Yes,” Emma said.

“This is her first time here.”

“How do you know,” Emma inquired.

“Look at her. She is constantly looking around, but not making eye contact. She keeps fidgeting with her hands. Her face clearly displays both nervousness and insecurity. I bet she has only come out in the past month, maybe even the past week. Actually knowing Megan, that young ripe girl just lost her lesbian cherry last night.”

“Wow,” said Emma star struck.

All three of us watched as two other girls joined Megan at the table and then saw the girl crawl back up from underneath. After a minute or two, a second girl crawled under the table. Finally, Gwen shot her second drink since getting here as she said, “Really?”

I turned to her and said, “Everyone feels safe here. You can let out any sexual inhibitions and what happens at the club, stays at the club. For example, watching all this has made me pretty horny and I have a cute little dyke craving my pussy don’t I?”

Gwen briefly thinking I was referring to her began to protest, weakly I may add, “I, um, am getting married.”

But she caught on when I said, “Emma, on your knees.”

Emma looked at Gwen, smiled and said, “If she won’t please you, I will.” She got on her knees and crawled under the table. I opened my legs, making sure my knee touched Gwen’s. I felt my thong move slightly and then a tongue began lightly lapping my already very wet pussy.

As Emma tenderly licked my cunt, I explained to Gwen, who was well on her way to being drunk, “Gwen, I love the power of submission. For example, the little dyke under the table right now, is not someone I will love, but she is someone to have fun with. If I told her to, she would lick your cunt after she got me off. She will do everything I say tonight.” I paused and moaned when Emma slid a finger inside me, before continuing, I looked Gwen right in the eye, hinting at my true feelings, and said, “That said, I want to fall in love. Unconditional, honest, heart-stopping love. I want to share everything I am with the one I love.”

Gwen responded sincerely, “Oh honey, you will find that love.” Her hand rested on my leg.

I looked her straight in the eye and responded, “I already found it; she just doesn’t know it yet.”

Gwen contemplated this, I think unaware at my implication, and said, “Well you have to tell her, show her, love is worth the risk.”

I reflected on this said, “You think so?”

“I know so,” she said, “No one would resist your charm.”

“You did?” I teased, my moaning getting louder, “Hmmm, yes, I’m cumming, don’t stop slut.” I squeezed my legs around my little dyke’s head as my orgasm sent shivers throughout my whole body.

As Emma returned to the table, I realized this was a perfect chance to seduce Gwen. I may never get a better chance, but she was drunk and I wanted our love, if it was to happen, to be built on a stronger platform. So I changed the subject as I said to Emma, “You are a damn fine pussy pleaser.”

She blushed slightly and said, “I aim to please.”

Showing my dominance to Gwen, who seemed annoyed that Emma now had my attention, I asked, “So Emma, if I asked you to crawl back under this table and please Gwen here, would you?”

“Of course,” she said obviously, “I would turn this straight girl into a dyke overnight.”

I laughed; Gwen blushed and looked around, avoiding eye contact of either of us.

I asked, “Gwen, do you need to get off?”

Gwen shook her head no, still not looking at us.

Emma shrugged, “Her loss.”

I then said, “Indeed it is. So Emma, you are free to go mingle.”

Gwen and I sat in silence as Emma disappeared into the growing crowd until Daphne Green, the governor of our state, and her daughter sat down with us.

The purple haired daughter said, “Hi coach.”

I responded, “Hi Brittany. How are you doing?”

“Much better now that I know you are a dyke,” she said aggressively.

I teased, “And why exactly does that make today so much better for you?”

“Because I have wanted to fuck you forever,” she said.

“I see,” I responded not really surprised, “Well we will see how tonight plays out. But first, introductions are in order.” Gwen was speechless as she tried to comprehend seeing such a powerful person at such a club. I said, “Gwen, this is Daphne and her daughter Brittany. You probably know that Daphne here is our governor, while her rather blunt daughter is one of my volleyball players on the college team I coach.”

The governor said, “Nice to meet you Gwen.”

Gwen managed to respond barely, “Nice to meet you to governor.”

The governor quickly corrected her, “Oh no, here I am not the governor, I am just another woman, just like you.”

I corrected her, “Not like us Daphne, Gwen is not on our team.”

“Oh, that is a shame. Gwen looks like she would make a very good little submissive.” Gwen blushed as the governor put her hand on Gwen’s leg and added, “Wouldn’t you?”

“Um, I,” Gwen stuttered.

The governor laughed and said, “I am just kidding. All kinds are welcome here.” She then turned to me, her hand still on Gwen’s leg, and asked, “So who is the fresh meat you brought?”

“Emma,” I responded, “She is a tricky one. I think she is use to being the master, but has adapted pretty well to being the slave.”

“I see,” Daphne responded, reflecting on what I had just said.

Brittany had moved to right beside me, “So coach, I am not leaving here without fucking you.”

“What do you propose,” I asked coyly.

“We have a private room,” she answered, “Bring your friend, she can watch.”

Daphne said, “Brittany behave yourself, if Julia wants to go upstairs later she will; so back to Emma, do you own her or is she free to play?”

Gwen’s eyes went big as Daphne asked the possession question.

I laughed, “Oh goodness no, she is just someone I thought I could toy with for a while; why, do you want her?”

“Well, I have my eye on her and that young girl Megan has tonight.”

“Yes, she is a cutie. Way more innocent than Emma I am guessing.”

“The two together would make a good threesome for me tonight,” Daphne said rather casually, as if she did this every weekend, which she did.

Emma returned to the table at this moment and said slightly taken aback by seeing the governor, “Hi Mrs. Greene.”

The governor smiled and said, “It is Daphne, hi Emma.”

Emma looked surprised she knew her name and said to me, “This place is amazing. Over in the other corner is Mrs. Wilson, my old grade 12 teacher and someone said Candice Carter is here, although I can’t find her.”

I smiled and said, “She is probably with Big Rosie, she always sees Big Rosie when she is here.”

Emma queried, “Who is Big Rosie?”

“She is a permanent staple to the club. She has her own stall in the bathroom. She is a very large black woman who has truthfully the best tasting pussy I have ever had. There is often a line in the bathroom of girls waiting to kneel down and please her.”
“Fuck no,” Emma said not believing.

“Fuck yes,” I sarcastically responded.

“This I got to see,” she said and began to leave.

The governor said with some authority, “Emma, come back here.”

Emma quickly spun around, realizing what the governor wanted, and said, “Yes. What can I do for you governor.”

The governor looked her in the eye and said, “For the rest of the night you will call me mistress. You are coming home with me.”

Emma looked at me and I gave her a nod of approval. Emma submissively responded, “Yes mistress.”

The governor then said, “I will be leaving in half an hour. Be by the door at exactly 11:30. Until then go have fun. If you want to go and dominate your old teacher till then go do so. She is quite submissive. If she gives you any attitude or reluctance tell her the governor sent you. She will behave.” The governor opened her purse and handed her a slim anal stick. “Here, she likes it in the ass.”

Emma took the toy and said, “Thanks mistress, I am so going to dominate that slut.” She then looked at me and said, “Thanks for bringing me here Julia.”

I smiled and said, “No problem darling.”

The governor stood up and said, “Brittany, come with me. You can continue your seduction of Julia later.”

Brittany sighed, leaned into my ear and said, “Do not leave. You are mine.” She then bit my ear slightly roughly before getting up to follow her mother.

Gwen, who had remained silent this whole time, said, “That was surreal.”

“Wasn’t it?” I agreed.

“That girl was so aggressive,” Gwen commented.

“Yeah, it made me wet,” I agreed. “I never knew she was a lesbian. The governor has never brought her here before.”

“And is that Big Rosie thing true?”

“Very,” I confirmed, “If we go in the bathroom right now, I bet there will be a line in there not to go pee, but to please.”

“I just can’t fathom, someone waiting in line to do that.”

“I have,” I said.


“Oh yeah, just talking about it makes me want to do again. Her pussy is so delicious, plus the dirty submission gets me off.”

“I can’t imagine.”

“Really?” I ask, “I am guessing that when you and Rob are in bed, he is the one in control. Isn’t he?”

Gwen looked down and after a long, long pause said, “I suppose.”

“Girlfriend, you can tell me,” I said supportively, “After all, you know everything about me now.”

Gwen paused and then said, “Yes, Rob is the aggressor in the bedroom.”

“Do you obey him?” I questioned.

“Yes, I suppose I do.”

“And it gets you off being submissive to him?”

“Yes,” she blushed.

“So you and I are not much different then. Only I like to be in charge usually. I like to make a woman go places she only dreamed about. I like to get them to take risks that are extreme. With such submission, comes complete pleasure.”

Gwen was hypnotized by my words. I knew I could take her now, but I wanted to wait; they say all good things come to those who wait. Plus I didn’t want to just fuck her, which would be easy; I wanted her to fall in love with me. I wanted her to completely submit to me as a lover. So I said, “Time for a dare.”

Gwen looked at me questioningly as I opened my purse and pulled out the two eggs. I turned them on and inserted one in my pussy. I then handed the other to her and said, “I dare you to put this egg in you until we leave the club.”

Gwen took the egg, looked at it, and without saying a word, without breaking eye contact, inserted the egg inside her pussy. I smiled and said, “Let’s dance.”

I grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. As we danced it was clear she was drunker than I thought. Twice she stumbled forward and I caught her from falling. I took the first opportunity to slide my hand up the back of her ass, my hand staying way longer than necessary. The second time I actually caught her by her breasts, and leaned her back up, my hands still cupping her large breasts.

When the song ended, she said she had to pee so I took her to the bathroom. As expected, there was a line for Rosie. The line was an eclectic assortment of woman. At the front was a pretty black woman in her thirties, behind her was a blonde in her fifties I would guess, and behind her was a clearly pregnant woman in her late 20s.

Also in the bathroom Megan was talking to Brittany. I watched as that conversation ended and Megan joined the line.

I walked to Megan and said, “Hi Megan.”

Megan smiled as she said, “It’s been a while.”

“Indeed,” I agreed, “Too long.”

“So who is your friend?” she asked.

“Gwen, Megan, Megan, Gwen,” I introduced.

They shook hands as Megan said, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too,” Gwen slurred, “You are very pretty.”

Megan smiled, “Thank you, you are very pretty too.”

I added, “Yes, we are all pretty. So Megan who was the new girl?”

“Jenny,” Megan answered, “She is my babysitter.”

“How long?” I asked.

“Last night,” she answered.

“Ha,” I celebrated, “I so called it.”

Megan looked confused as she moved up the line as the black woman entered the stall. I said, “I haven’t tasted Big Rosie forever.”

“Me either,” Megan said, “But I watched little Jenny please her and I decided I should get a taste as well.”

I looked at Gwen and remembered she really had to tinkle so I helped Gwen to a stall; of course it was one that had a generous peep hole of Big Rosie. I closed the door for her and was confronted by Brittany again.

“Come with me now slut,” she said.

Now usually I am the aggressor, but Brittany had me wet already and I was so horny from the teasing of the egg, so I followed. I looked back at the closed stall and stopped.

Brittany realizing my reluctance because of Gwen said, “Your friend will be fine.” I wasn’t sure that was true, but had little time to consider it as Brittany grabbed my hand and led me out of the bathroom as I gave Megan a desperate look to watch out for Gwen. Brittany took me up the stairs and into a private room. As soon as the door closed, she pushed me against a wall and kissed me hard. Her hand went under my dress and began rubbing my clit. I moaned loudly as she molested me. She broke the kiss and said, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Badly,” I moaned as she lifted my dress off. She then went over to the table and put on a decent sized 7 inch strap-on.

She then said, “Crawl over here coach.”

I dropped to my stocking covered knees and crawled over to my player.

“Suck my cock coach,” she demanded.

I took the plastic stick in my hand and began sucking it. I bopped up and down like a whore would suck a real dick. She then had me lean against a wall and began to fuck me from behind standing up.

“Oh shit,” I said as the cock banged against the egg vibrating inside me. “I have an egg in me.”

“You really are a slut coach,” she said, as she pulled out and pulled the egg out of my pussy. She then, without warning, pushed the egg in my ass. I let out a gasp and a second gasp as the cock filled me completely. Soon I was being pounded hard while the egg vibrated in my ass. Brittany fucked me like a man as she banged me hard and talked dirty to me. “How’s my cock coach? I assumed you were a slut, I just didn’t know you were a dyke slut.” She then grabbed my hair and pulled it as she ravished my pussy.

The degrading treatment had me aroused greatly and I rubbed my clit as she drilled me. I screamed loud, “I’m cumming, fuck your coach, fuck her harder.”

Brittany obliged, making each thrust fill me completely. As soon as I finished cumming, I dropped to my knees again and like a whore I took the cock back in my mouth sucking off my own juices. Brittany smiled as she said joyfully, “You really are a slut coach.” She then took off the strap-on, got undressed, sat on the couch, spread her legs and demanded, “Come eat me coach.”

I moved between her legs, the egg still in my ass, and began lapping her shaved pussy. As soon as my tongue touched her cunt she got vocal again. “That’s it coach, how does my pussy taste?”

I moaned a muffled, “Good,” as I kept licking. I focused on her clit, trying to tease her first.

After a few minutes of gentle licking, she grabbed my face and pushed it into her cunt. She then began rubbing her pussy up and down on my face. I attempted to lick, but struggled to as I focused on just trying to breathe. I felt her legs stiffen and she sprayed an incredible excessive amount of cum all over me. As she let go of me, I backed up a bit, my face I am sure glistening in her juices. Still breathing hard, she said, “Fuck coach, you have a great tongue.”

I stood up and reached around to get the toy out of my ass. I then went to the sink and washed it off. I then popped it back in my pussy.

“You really are a slut, coach,” Brittany said as she watched me put the toy back inside me.

I shrugged as I washed my face quickly. I then grabbed my dress and said, “Thanks for the fuck.”

“No problem, coach,” she said.

I walked over to her and kissed her. When I broke the kiss I said, “Next time, I am going to fuck the shit out of you Brittany. I am going to handcuff you and then ravish your pussy and ass.” I kissed her again and walked out before she could respond.

I quickly walked back downstairs and looked to my table. Our drinks were still there, but Gwen wasn’t. I scanned the dance floor but saw no sign of Gwen. I then went to the bathroom and saw that Megan was still in there. I walked up to her and said, “Have you seen Gwen?”

A late 40s white woman dressed to the nines said, “Back of the line.”

I looked at her and glared, “I am not in line, I am just talking to a friend.” I then turned back to Megan and asked again, “Have you seen Gwen?”

Megan pointed to Big Rosie’s stall and as I looked down I saw Gwen’s gold four inch pumps. I gasped, “No fucking way.”

“Way,” Megan joked.

“What the hell happened?”

“Well, it’s actually a strange story. After you left, Gwen was in the stall for a long time, and eventually Rosie said, “Did you enjoy the show?” Gwen panicked and left the stall as Rosie called, “Slut, I expect you in that line and I expect you to beg to please me.” Gwen came out a bit frantic and as she looked around a lesbian cougar I did not know, pounced on her. She was chubby, but well dressed, and she kissed Gwen. To my surprise, Gwen kissed back and before my eyes I watched as the cougar led Gwen into a corner stall. The next ten minutes had the cougar bring your friend to an orgasm. I couldn’t hear much, but your friend is a screamer.”

“I can’t believe it!” I said shocked, as Megan then told the me the story as I eagerly listened:

The cougar left first and Gwen followed a bit later and went and freshened up in the mirror. Gwen saw me still in line and asked, “Have you seen Julia?”


I said, “Gwen, she went upstairs with Brittany, she will be awhile.”


Gwen looked shocked as she said, “She abandoned me?”


I soothed her, “No, no, she had no choice. When you are summoned here, you must go or you may not be summoned again. If you want, you can stay with me.”


“Ok,” Gwen said clearly out of her comfort level.


I asked, “Did you watch?” Gwen was slightly embarrassed so I added, “Don’t be ashamed, I am standing in line to please her. Rosie is mysteriously hypnotizing in a way no one can explain.”


“She is isn’t she?” Gwen agreed.


I decided to test the water by saying, “You saw yourself between her legs didn’t you?”


Gwen shook her head yes as she whispered in the quietest voice ever, “Yes.”


I encouraged her, “It is ok, it is natural.”


“But I am not gay. I am getting married this summer.”


I gave her a friendly supportive hug as I said, “It’s ok. Finding a woman attractive, or being turned on by a woman, does not make you gay. But if you don’t do it now, you will always wonder what if.”


“You think so,” she said falling in my web.


“I know so. I had to try cock to know I was a lesbian; you need to try pussy to know you love men.”


My bizarre logic seemed to work for her as she said, “That makes sense.” She then stood behind me in line.


Big Rosie’s trademark orgasm exploded from the stall and a very cute pregnant woman exited the stall.


I said, “Gwen here is your chance. You can go before me.”


Gwen looked at me with extreme trepidation as Rosie bellowed, “Get your ass in here dyke.”


Gwen quickly turned and entered the stall. I then heard Rosie say, “You are new. What is your name?”




“And why are you here now?”


Gwen paused and said, “To, um, eat your vagina.”


Rosie’s laugh bellowed as she said, “Eat my vagina? That’s a new one.” There was a pause, “Hey you are the one who was watching earlier weren’t you?”


“Yes,” Gwen answered embarrassed.


“You are quite shy; I don’t get too many shy ones waiting to dive into my pussy. What is your story?”


“Um, I don’t know. I have never done this before, but when I watched the black woman between your legs I was mesmerized and although my mind said to look away, my body had different ideas.” Gwen tried to explain.


“So this is your first time eating pussy?”


“Yes,” she answered.


“I love virgins,” Big Rosie said.


Megan looked back to the stall and said “And it has been relatively quiet ever since.”

As Megan finished the story I questioned “How long as she been in there?”

“About 10 minutes,” I would guess.

“I just can’t believe it,” I said, shaking my head dumfounded. We sat there in silence until I heard Big Rosie, “That’s it my straight little pussy eater. Keep licking right there.” Rosie’s moans got louder and then Gwen brought Rosie to an orgasm. I waited as Gwen stood up and I heard Rosie say, “Who brought you here?”

“My friend Julia,” Gwen answered.

Rosie said very accurately, “You know she brought you here with an ulterior motive?”

“No,” Gwen said, “we have been best friends since high school; she is my maid of honour.”

“And she wants to have you between her legs, I guarantee it,” Rosie assured her.

“I don’t think so,” Gwen said with less conviction.

“Trust me, I know Julia. You will be between her legs very soon. That I promise,” Rosie confidently predicted.

I then said to Megan, “I don’t want her to know I know what she has been doing, so tell her that I will be back at my table.”

“Sure thing,” Megan replied and I walked out of there and returned to my table. I looked at my watch; it was almost midnight. Emma would be gone by now. My pussy was so wet from seeing Gwen’s submission. I knew now I could have her, but how would I know if she loved me. I wanted it all; her submission and her love. Could I have both?

I looked around hoping to see someone I could pull under the table to have a quick orgasm, but didn’t see anyone I knew. I then saw Candace Carter, the TV celebrity, who never said no to a pussy and called her over. “Hi, Candace,” I said,

“Hi, Julia,” she responded, “You look amazing as usual.”

“Thanks,” I said and then asked, “Are you hungry?”

She smiled and said, “Famished,” and crawled under the table. She began licking, using her lips as well, in a way few others did. I continued to scan the crowd looking for Gwen, who finally returned from her bathroom marathon. As she walked back to the table I noticed her face was shiny, clearly still covered from Rosie’s cum, walking my way.

She sat down and said, “I thought you left without me.”

“I would never do that,” I said sincerely. “Sorry, Brittany would not take no for an answer.”

Gwen looked at me and said, “It’s ok. I found a way to make the time pass.” She paused, trying to find the right way to tell me, “I never left the bathroom. Some older woman took me into a stall and ate my pussy and then I,” she paused, trying to get the words out.

I helped break her awkward struggle by saying, “You ate out Rosie.”

Her face red as can be said, “Yes.”

“It’s ok Gwen,” I said, my hand on her leg, “She is almost irresistible. It doesn’t make you a lesbian.”

“But,” she said, “I loved it.”

“Oh,” I said.

“I promised Big Rosie I would return in two weeks.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yes,” she confirmed, she moved in toward me, I think to kiss me, until she noticed that someone was under the table. She suddenly went stiff and said icily, “Someone is under the table again, isn’t there.”

“Yes,” I said, now frustrated that I had clearly disappointed her. I tried to explain, “I went looking for you and talked to Megan and anyways I can’t explain it, I got all horny again and well,” I paused, “Candace Carter is under the table.”

Gwen’s icy look broke a bit as she said, “Carter really?”

“In the flesh,” I said as I tried not to let a moan escape. But Candace was an expert between a woman’s legs; plus the egg vibrating inside me and Gwen’s submission was too much and I screamed a variety of odd sounds as my body exploded with joy.

Gwen watched the whole time and I was surprised when she lifted the table skirt and demanded, “Slut, do me now.”

My mouth dropped and Gwen smiled and said, “How often am I going to get a chance to have a celebrity get me off. Plus this fucking egg is driving me nuts.”

We sat in silence as Candace pleased Gwen and triggered an orgasm in her in only a couple of minutes. Candace then crawled out from under the table, cum still on her lips, and said, “Let’s see the face of the cunt I just ate.” She smiled and said, “Hi, I’m Candace.”

Gwen smiled and said, “I know who you are, I am Gwen.”

“It is very, very nice to meet you,” Candace said, “Your pussy was delicious.”

Gwen smiled and said looking directly at me, “That is good to know.”

I realized that I was no longer the seductress, but had become the prey. That said, Gwen was still drunk, not ‘I am going to be sick’ drunk, but rather, ‘I only did what I did because I was drunk’ drunk.

We talked about our jobs and politics for a bit until Candace said, “Well, I have my eye on one more tasty treat tonight.” She stood up, “It was a pleasure.”

“Yes it was,” Gwen and I responded in unison; we then broke out laughing as Candace left.

“So,” I said, “We should get you home, you are kind of drunk.”

She shrugged and said, “I suppose.” She then shot her last drink. I finished mine and we headed out.

We stopped to watch a woman in her 70s getting fisted by a girl who couldn’t be more than 20. Gwen starred too. The grandma screamed as the hand disappeared inside her gaping hole as the younger girl called her grandma slut. We also saw the same pregnant woman fucking herself with the end of a beer bottle as she watched the fisting. I shook my head and grabbed Gwen’s hand as we exited the club. I held her hand all the way to the car and helped her get in. The night clearly had overwhelmed Gwen and all her energy had been drained from her. We drove home in silence and I actually had to wake her up when we got her house. To both our surprise, her husband’s car was in the driveway.

Gwen suddenly sobered up in a millisecond as she said, “Oh my God, I still have pussy all over my face.” She looked in her purse frantically looking for something to wipe her face clean. She did the best she could, but then she realized what she was wearing. “How am I going to explain this outfit?’ she fretted.

I said, “Calm down. Phantom of the Opera is in town. Tell him you and I got all dolled up for a nice supper and a show. Technically that is all true. We did go out for a supper and we definitely saw a show. He will assume it is the play you saw.”

This seemed to relax her a bit. I then added, “You should probably take that toy out.”

“Oh yeah,” she said, “I was beginning to get use to its slight teasing.” She awkwardly took out the toy and put it in her purse. She got ready to leave and said, “Well that was very educational.”

“That it was,” I agreed. I then said to ease her conscience, “Whatever happens at the club, stays at the club.”

She shook her head in agreement and said, “Well thanks, that was fun.”

“I am happy you enjoyed yourself,” I said slyly back. I leaned in as if I was going to kiss her lips and watched as she closed her eyes waiting for the kiss. Instead my lips just brushed hers ever so lightly before I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

A sigh escaped her lips, but she smiled as if she wasn’t disappointed, even though she was. “Good night,” she finally said.

“Good night,” I returned and watched her leave. I followed her with my eyes the whole way in as I anticipated the look back. It didn’t come as early as I expected, but it came, as she reached the door. She looked back at me and smiled. I blew her a kiss and drove home.

The drive home was a blur as I reflected on the night. I now had confirmation she was submissive and I now knew she was willing. The only question left was did she love me. Would she cancel the wedding and declare her love for me? I still didn’t know, but I was hopeful. I smiled as I thought that the final part of my plan would begin on Monday; a two week long onslaught of affection which would hopefully cumulate in a declaration of love to her and hopefully a similar declaration from her to me.

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