Olivia Ch. 01

"Do you think this is a good idea? We have been going to our usual place for so long that it seems almost as if we are abandoning old friends."

"But, Ava, we all decided during our last meeting that we wanted to try something new and Kayla suggested this place. She said that their food was really good and it was a place that catered to mostly women so we could do what we wanted without any male interruptions or embarrassment."

"Okay, Olivia. I just hope Kayla knows what she is talking about."

"Good evening, ladies. I am Yvette - a table for two?"

"We will be a party of five when all of our other friends finally get here. I am Olivia and this is Ava."

"Is this a club or something like that?"

"Not exactly. We all work for McNeil Industries in the secretarial pool and we always get together to blow off some steam on Friday nights. We jokingly refer to ourselves as the, 'Horny Harlots' although, in truth, we seldom cause any distress. One of our girls was told of La Minette and she suggested that we try it out."

"We are most happy to have your patronage. We pride ourselves upon having the best menu in the valley. We have a table that will accommodate your group perfectly and it is in a more secluded area dining area so, within reason you and your friends can feel free to, 'let go' after a hard week's work. Please, come this way."

The table she led us to was perfect. It was situated in a small nook where we could see all that was occurring in the major dining area and on the small dance floor without ourselves being overly exposed. By the time Ava and I were seated, Kayla, Rosa and Sierra had arrived and I saw them standing inside the door waiting for directions. Before I could do anything, Yvette had already approached them. I knew, as they all shook hands, that she had introduced herself so there was no further need for introductions. Everyone seemed to be extremely delighted with this new place and we were soon deeply involved in our usual week-end discussion of trivia. We ordered and had our first two drinks by the time our meals were served. The drinks were delicious and I, for one, was looking forward to an enjoyable evening. As usual, we dawdled over our drinks and the meal for we had long ago decided that this one night was to be a recreational night with no thought of business and no discussion of office matters.

I was into my fourth drink and I was beginning to get a little high. The meal had, as Kayla predicted, been extremely delicious and it was obvious that all of us were rapidly relaxing. Ava brought up a subject for our consideration.

"Has anyone besides me noticed that most, if not all, of the other women who are the current customers of this place – besides ourselves, of course – are obvious lesbians!"

I hadn't and, from the expressions on their faces, neither had any of the others. I tried, in my relaxed state, to be discreet as I looked over the other customers of La Minette. Ava was definitely right in her assessment of the other clientele. I was about to make some kind of joking remark when Yvette appeared at my shoulder.

"Forgive me, ladies, but I have been observing you. Obviously, you were not aware of La Minette's, 'special' atmosphere before you arrived and it is equally obvious that you are not members of the Sapphic community. I hope that you are not discomforted by this and that this won't discourage you from returning to La Minette. If there is one thing we insist upon from each of our patrons is that others may not be caused any distress by any overly aggressive behavior. So, you may easily enjoy your time here at La Minette and not feel the least bit uncomfortable. You may be asked to dance by one of our other customers, but you may be assured that a quiet denial is all that will be required. That is, of course, assuming that you wish to remain within your own party. Accepting a request to dance does not, in any way, obligate you for any further actions."

When she walked away from our table, I looked at the others. Kayla had a wicked smile on her lips and I was certain that, if asked, she would certainly be out on that dance floor in a flash. Both Rosa and Sierra looked shocked. Their faces had turned almost ashen white and Ava's expression was one that I couldn't interpret. Ava looked to me to be okay with the situation, but there was a distinct look of disgust on her face. Yvette's remarks did have one decided effect upon us. Our jovial conversation died and we each sat there looking at the other women as if they were beasts in a zoo. I have to admit that it was I who broke the impasse by signaling the waiter – who was also a female – and ordering another drink. That uncapped the tension and our conversation resumed only this time it totally consisted of questions regarding what each of us would do if asked by one of the lesbians to dance. I didn't know it, but I was to be the sacrificial lamb.

My drink had only just arrived when I felt a light tap on my shoulder.

"Care to dance?"

I was looking up at a very attractive, mid-twenties female. She was tastefully dressed and she had a very nice figure. I couldn't think of anything to say. I didn't really know what I wanted to do, but, without a conscious decision, I found myself saying, "I'd be glad to." I could almost hear the gasp of the others as I rose and offered my partner my open arms. She glided in between them and thrust her body firmly up against mine. Her body was pasted to mine from my breasts to my mound and I was becoming aware of every pressure point on her body. I was suddenly made aware of the strangest sensation as her pert young tits engaged my older tits nipple-to-nipple. The music was slow and quite sensuous so it was almost as if we were making love right there on the dance floor. I had been without any sexual contact with another human being for some time and this was bringing a long lost sense of arousal to my belly and my thighs. The music stopped, but she did not release me.

"There are private rooms if you were so inclined!"

"I..I.. I...uh..uh I ..have never. Uh, I must have given you the wrong impression. I'm sorry if I have misled you."

"Don't apologize. A woman's first encounter is always a little difficult. I like you. You remind me of my older sister. We often entertained one another."

Unobserved, the music had resumed and, before I realized what she was doing, she whirled me back out into the middle of the floor. This time, the music was a little more vibrant in its' beat so I became even more conscious of her body. This time, she was not just moving with me. She was actually rubbing herself against a number of my more sensitive parts. Somehow, she had moved slightly to one side so that her legs were now straddling my right leg and her right leg was thrusting up against my mound and, occasionally, against my panty-clad clit. The rest of the world ceased to exist and we were the only ones alive. Before I could restrain myself, I heard me ask her,

"Where are the private rooms?"

She didn't answer in so many words. Instead, she spun me around two or three times and suddenly we danced our way through a beaded curtain! As the curtain parted so as to admit us, her hand slid down along my hips and cupped my buttocks. Somehow, her other hand had worked its' way inside my blouse and she was fondling my tit. She found my nipple and gave it several rather hard tweaks which, in some kind of perverse manner seemed to increase my desire for and need of fucking. It had been so terribly long since I was handled by another that I nearly swooned with the release of long pent-up desire. I wanted this woman and there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever. The hand on my buttocks swept down and swooped up under my short skirt. Suddenly, her fingers were actively pulling my panties to one side. I was nearly fainting as my desire grew and grew. For perhaps the first time in my life, I was the date and she was my beau and I knew that she was going to fuck me!

Out of the shadows, Yvette appeared and my lover handed her something. Yvette stood to one side and held another beaded curtain aside so we could enter the cubicle. I looked at Yvette's face for any sign of condescension, but, if anything, I saw a look of approval. My lover pushed me into the cubicle and began pulling my dress up over my head. In a matter of seconds, I was standing there in nothing but my sandals. Just as quickly, she disrobed and we two women stood looking at each other's naked body. She was, by far, the more stunning of the two of us and I felt an immediate yen to run my hands over her young body. She must have anticipated my state for she suddenly began caressing me. Once more, she was tweaking my nipples and squeezing both of my tits. Being a female, she knew all of the sensitive portions of my body and she touched, rubbed and, in some cases, bit each one. Slowly, she pushed me backwards until the backs of my knees struck the low bench that ran down one side of the cubicle. I didn't fight the lowering of my body and, in a matter of seconds, I was on my back and she was nearly on top of me.

I gave out with a huge gasp when her tongue first touched my cunt lips. My legs shot straight up into the air as I unconsciously made every attempt to provide her with full access to my cunt. And she took full advantage of every one of my movements of surrender.

We were laying a little side-by-side and I could smell her strong female scent. I reached out and slid my hand in between her legs and was pleased to her groan with pleasure as I ran my fingers along the length of her cunt lips. She was worrying my cunt like a terrier worries a rag. Her head was rapidly swinging from side-to-side and her tongue was stroking my cunt opening on each passage. I was bursting with sexual excitement! My hand was still pressing against her cunt lips so I slowly began thrusting first one finger and then two up into her cunt. That excited groan escaped from her mouth once more.

OH, God! I wanted to taste the very essence of this woman! Gradually, I began applying a side-wise pressure to the walls of her cunt and, since she was much more experienced than I, it took only a minute or so for her to swing her leg over my face and place her cunt in the perfect position so that my tongue could reach her! We both were slurping at each other's love well when I felt my orgasm rising within my belly. I didn't know what her state was and I didn't care. I was solely concentrating upon the tremendous feeling of coming that was gripping my belly and guts. When the explosion hit, I buried my face in her cunt and desperately raked her cunt lips with my teeth! She must have come about the same time for I suddenly was treated to the same sadistic action. My eyes dimmed and I knew nothing more until I awoke.

My lover was gone and I was laying there stark naked.

"Oh God! What have I done? What will Ava and the others think of me?"

I laid there for what seemed like an inordinately long time and I didn't really move until Yvette's head came through the beaded curtain.

"Olivia are you all right?"

"Yes, I think so. Are the others still here?"

"Just you and the one named Kayla. Shall I get her?

"No. I think I shall go home. What time is it?"

"It is three in the morning. You have had quite a session. But, that's the way with that Sybil. She is one helluva sexy female."

"Am I the only one to make use of your private rooms?"

"Not at all, everyone of your girls used our private accommodations except for the one you call Ava. She just sat at the table and watched as you and the others ....well... enjoyed yourselves. You did enjoy yourself, didn't you?"

My grin told her all that she needed to know.

Yvette helped me to my feet and gave me a hand in re-dressing myself. I was really impressed by this woman. Never by word nor look nor action did she exhibit any condemnation for the perverse sexual session I had just allowed to be performed upon myself. As I departed La Minette, I swore to myself that I would never return to that hellish place ever again.

Yet, by the time I got home, my pledge never to return had been turned into a, 'well, maybe once more' and, as I lay in my bed and stared at the ceiling, I was constantly reminded of the smoothness of that woman's skin and the softness of her cunt lips. I went to sleep with my fingers actively reliving for my senses the excitement of the evening.

I was sound asleep when the buzzer for the front door woke me. I struggled up out of bed and, as I did so, I glanced at the clock. It said 11:00! I made my way to the intercom and asked just who it was that was making such a fuss.

"Hey, it's Kayla! Thank God, Olivia I thought for a minute that maybe last night was too much for you and that you had died during the night. I've been ringing this damn buzzer of yours for nearly twenty minutes. May I come up?"

"Sure come on up." With that, I pushed the button that operated the automatic door lock and I heard it click as Kayla opened the door. It was just a very few minutes and she was knocking on my apartment door.

"You sure gave me a scare. I've been trying to contact the others as well, but you are the only one I can rouse. Rosa's doorman told me that she had gone to church and I'll bet that's where Sierra has gone, too. How are you feeling, babe?"

"Sleepy. And you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Do I smell coffee?"

"Yeah, want some?"

"Certainly. What did you think about the activities of last night?"

I was busily pouring coffee so it gave me a few seconds to frame my answer. Finally, I decided to tell her the truth.

"Kayla, when I left La Minette, I swore that I would never return. I was really distraught at what had happened and what I had allowed to be done to me." Kayla began to grimace, but I held her off by waving my hand. "But, by the time I got home and into bed, I wasn't nearly so sure that I wouldn't go back. In the cold light of day, I will probably return to La Minette. You say that you have tried to contact the others – how about Ava? What did she have to say about our actions of last night. Was she pissed off?"

"I haven't bothered even going to her place to ask her."

"Why not?"

"Because I know the answer beforehand. Look, perhaps it is time for you to learn a few things about the others. The reason for me not asking Ava anything about last night is that, sexually, she is frigid!"

"But, she's married and has children!"

"I know, but nevertheless, she just doesn't go for the sex thing. Look, Honey. I have been fucking her husband regularly for the last three years and, if Bill ever gets his hands on you, I have no doubt but what you will begin fucking him, too. Bill and Ava have the craziest of marriages. She is frigid and won't hardly let him near her and he is over sexed to the Nth degree! Ava's idea of wifely sex is to lay flat on her back with her legs just barely open and an arm across her eyes like the old time gals used to do it."

"Does she know about you and her husband?"

"You betcha! She sure as hell knows and, upon occasion, she has made it plain that she appreciates my, 'taking care of Bill's baser instincts' for her. If you were to join the bunch of us that are Bill's group of whores, she would be so everlastingly glad she would probably kiss you!"

For some time, I was speechless. Then I asked her, "What about Rosa and Sierra? From what Yvette told me as I was getting ready to leave, they joined in the festivities, too."

"Yes, they did, and that kinda surprised me. I thought that, if Ava sat out the obvious invitations, they would, too. But, they didn't. I'm still not one hundred percent sure that – next time –they won't suddenly get a case of church-goeritis."

As I listened to Kayla's discussion of the others, I was suddenly struck by another idea.

"For crying out loud, Kayla! You planned all of this! Didn't you?" She grinned and gave a small nod of her head. "Why did you do this? What were you expecting to get from such an underhanded trick?"

"First off, Olivia, I didn't expect anything. Oh hell, here's the story. A few months ago, a friend and I went to La Minette on a whim. We had a ball and I got the idea to put the constant bragging about sex escapades that I hear every day from the others to the test. For years I have sat there and listened to these gals tell about their wild sexual bouts. And, I have come to the point where I don't believe a word of it. Ava's case I know, but I was not absolutely sure about you because you don't usually say a lot. Frankly, honey there was just an outside chance that you were frigid just like Ava, but I wasn't certain. Obviously, you are not.

Then, another thing came up. As you now know, La Minette is a hangout for lesbians and some one in the La Minette organization got the bright idea that it would be good for business if they could induce a number of, 'straight' women to become part of their clientele. And, before you ask, this was not my idea and I am not really certain who first proposed it. Whoever it was viewed it as a case of throwing meat to the lesbians and we are to be that meat! If I can manage to get the bunch back to La Minette again, Yvette will make a proposal to us all. It will involve nothing more than going to La Minette and, if we want to, mixing with the – ahem – 'abnormal' customers. What do you think?"

"Kayla, judging from your use of the term, 'abnormal' you obviously don't consider yourself as a lesbian. Isn't that so?"

Kayla sat very still for a very long time before she began to answer me.

"Olivia, I am bi-sexual. In fact, I am convinced that I would fuck anybody or anything if I thought it would give me pleasure so, 'No', I don't consider myself a lesbian. Look, honey. I was born and raised on a cattle ranch in Montana. Except for my mother, I was the only girl and I had three brothers, all of them older than me. During the summer, everybody was busy as hell throughout the whole day and dead tired at night. But, during the winter, families spent a lot of time indoors. Living with cattle, you get an idea of what fucking is all about at a very early age. By sneaking around and watching things very closely, I knew that my mother was fucking every male in the family. Husband and sons! So, it didn't come as any surprise when I passed puberty that everyone should expect that I would act as a helper for mom in her sexual chores. I was fourteen when I lost my virginity. We had just experienced the first really big snow of the season and we all knew that we were going to be inside for several weeks – if not months.

The night that I was to begin my wifely duties started with a complete bath in our old wash tub. Then mom led me into the parlor where dad and the boys were sitting waiting for us. I can still see it as plain as day. Every one of them was sitting there with their cocks exposed."

I interrupted to ask, "Weren't you frightened?"

"No, why should I be. I knew what was going to happen. I'd watched mom and dad have sex – and how much they enjoyed it – so why should I be frightened? Mom took me by the hand and marched me up to where my dad was sitting. While he held his cock steady, she lifted me up and pushed me down on his cock! In seconds it was done and I was a woman. From that night on, mom and I shared the duties of providing sex for the men of the family!

Luckily, I studied accounting in high school and I learned to type. After a while, I got tired of ranch life and I decided to come down to the great big city, get a job and live some. Rosa and I had gone to school together and I knew she was working here somewhere. So I wrote her and, to make a long story short, here I am! I soon learned that even here in the city opportunities always exist for girl to get in some really mean fucking – provided, of course, that she is totally willing.