Club Burgundy was dark and crowded as Arianna and Julia walked into the foyer, pulling out their IDs for the bouncer to check. He skeptically eyed them both, glancing from their IDs to their faces, but finally let them by with a leering grin at these two good-looking girls. Julia pointed at a table that appeared empty, and Arianna and she slid onto the tall stools as a waitress hurried over to take their orders.
"Hello! I'm your waitress, Renee...what can I bring you tonight?"
"I'll take a Manhattan!" Julia shouted out over the music, and Arianna added, "Make mine a Margarita, on the rocks, salt and lime, thanks!"
Waitress Renee turned to go back to the bar, but not without giving a lingering glance at the girls. Julia was a petite blond with a pixie-ish hair cut, and was wearing snugly-fitting blue jeans and a halter top. Arianna, on the other hand, was a tall, tan brunette whose hair went to the middle of her back. She had on a tight V-neck top that showed plenty of cleavage and low-riding jeans that not only hugged her hips, but also her ass. Renee eyed that supple, round ass and swore under her breath ("Damn!") and then turned to get the girls' drinks.
Arianna was so happy to be out and about tonight. It was her 21st birthday and she had planned a celebration with her then-boyfriend Kyle weeks ago. Last week, however, he decided to relocate to Chicago for his work and broke off their relationship just like that! Arianna couldn't believe that Kyle could just walk away from what they had and had been feeling pretty bummed about it all. Her friend, Julia, had showed up that night, though, insistent on taking Arianna out when Arianna would have rather stayed at home eating a pint of Ben and Jerry's, watching TV and feeling sorry for herself.
Renee brought their drinks but told the girls that they had been pre-paid by another customer. Curious, Arianna and Julie looked over toward where Renee was pointing, at a booth near the dance floor. In the booth was a woman who seemed to be around forty years old with salt and pepper hair and dressed in a tight blue dress and spiked heels. Their mysterious benefactor waved them over, but the two girls weren't quite sure of what to do. Finally, Julia (the bolder of the two) got up, took Arianna's hand and went over to the booth. Julia was about to slide into the booth when the woman put her hand out and said, "Oh sweetie, I just want to talk to your lovely friend here."
Arianna shrugged and reassured Julia, saying, "Don't worry, Julia - I won't be gone long. Go out and dance. Enjoy yourself." Without another word, Julia, slightly miffed at being left out, sauntered out onto the dance floor was soon approached by a good-looking guy. The woman looked at Arianna for a few moments, making her suddenly very shy and uncomfortable, and finally spoke up.
"Why aren't you out there dancing, sweetie? I bet you would be surrounded in an instant if you went out there. You're much cuter than your friend...no, not cuter...sexier."
Arianna blushed. She was used to getting these compliments from men, but not from a woman!
Arianna smiled at the woman and replied, "Actually, this is the last place I wanted to be tonight, but Julia dragged me out here cuz she wouldn't have me sitting alone at home on my birthday."
"Oh Happy Birthday, sweetie!" the woman cooed. "But why wouldn't you want to be out? You could have all the men you want if you went out dancing. Unless..."
Arianna blushed again, realizing what the woman was assuming. "Oh, no no no...not me! I'm not…well...I've never been with a woman."
"Ever thought about it?"
Arianna was a little put off and taken aback. Who did this woman think she was asking her such personal questions? Secretly, though, Arianna was a bit curious about what it would be like to be with another woman. She always got pretty turned on by the girl-girl scenes in the porns she rented with Kyle and tended to stray over to the lesbian stories online.
"So, what's your name, sweetie?" the woman asked, breaking Arianna's reverie.
"First yours," Arianna replied cautiously.
