Note: All characters in the following story are 18 years of age or older.
Erika had heard the urban legend of the alien split tongue girls. They said once you spent the night with one, you would become one too. A thoroughly silly story that she had rejected out of hand until, at the club one night, she met one.
Statuesque, with long silky raven black hair, a single wealthy professional, blessed with a stunning natural beauty and a carefully maintained body and proudly a lesbian Erika had very high standards. She actually rarely left a bar with a companion. Those who she did deign to sleep with only got to experience it once. A spurned lover had once called her a "high class dyke", a label Erika secretly embraced.
A born narcissist, in many ways her main fetish was to be desired by others. A frustrated desire and the sense of control it gave her was the best feeling of all. She craved the feeling of eyes upon her. In her fantasies she imagined the girls at the club preening and bowing before her, each competing desperately for her attention. Many nights after the club she would lie in her bed alone, smelling her soiled panties, savoring the reek of her own sweat and pussy juices while she jilled off.
"Emi" spotted Erika at a small table by the bar as she entered. She could see pride and arrogance which the woman carried herself with. The human's exceptional attractiveness was evident, perhaps her pride was deserved. "Emi's" own form was also of a rare beauty, one that had only been enhanced by recent changes she had experienced.
She decided the bold approach was best, after all, if her first target turned her down there were certain to be plenty of other women in the women only club who would be willing to warm their bed with a hot little piece of ass like her.
Sitting down she lifted the drink on the table before Erika and took a big gulp. "Mmmm, that's good." Enjoying the anger that flared in the human's eyes before attracting the bartender's attention, "Two more please."
"I didn't invite you to sit down." Erika said coldly but her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the Asian girl's athletic body and beautiful face.
"This table has the hottest woman in here and she has a good taste in drinks. Where else am I going to sit? I'm Emi by the way." She extended her hand and gave a bright smile. When it was ignored her smile didn't falter as she plucked the olive from Erika's glass. She lifted the olive by its pick, leaning across the table and holding it between their faces, deliberately violating the older woman's personal space. Sensing the woman was about to explode the girl slid her tongue out, agilely sliding the olive free, holding it in the forked tip of her tongue and lifting it toward the lesbian while tilting an eyebrow in an inquisitive offer. Erika drew back slightly and shook her head in denial.
With an artful shrug the petite Asian interloper pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed the olive with a look of great satisfaction, "Mmmm. Yummy." She smacked her ruby red lips. "It's just a surgery I got before anyone ever heard of that stupid story." Her manner turned suddenly seductive as she leaned closer and spoke in a huskier tone, "If you think the olive trick is all I can do, well you ain't seen nothing yet."
Erika was intrigued and soon they were sitting close together while "Emi" demonstrated her tongue, proudly showing she could extend it "almost three inches", and they talked, a verbal joust of innuendo and seduction. The business woman was thoroughly charmed but something held her back. Either the memory of the childish split tongue girl story, or perhaps some subconscious sense of danger. When the Asian girl asked if her place was nearby she demurred, feeling inwardly embarrassed by her hesitation. Her growing horniness was making it harder to say no.
