"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!
