Ethel Johnson was not a happy woman. She was in a dead-end job at a hospital in Tampa, phoning people with the times and dates of their appointments. She lived with her Mom and Dad and hated that fact, and both parents. And, she was a 35 year-old virgin - whether you were referring to men or women.
She was not unattractive. She had a pleasant enough face, a blonde bob-style hair cut, and a 34c-26-30 figure, together with being 5 foot 10 on long legs. But being a timid personality and not really liking her life very much just seemed to prevent her developing any kind of real romantic relationship. Her two big wishes were to have a fulfilling sexual relationship with someone, and for her parents to die. Both, for some reason, steadfastly failed to come true despite wishing on every star in the universe.
One Wednesday evening, around 6:30, she decided that she would visit a local hotel popular with out-of-town business men and see what might happen. She walked into the second-floor cocktail lounge and took one of the bar-stools. A little while later, a fiftyish man with a cigar came over to talk to her.
"Evening, miss, may I buy you a drink?"
"I would prefer not, I am not a lover of cigars."
"But it's a damn good Floridian cigar, and who are you to criticize me?"
"A woman you wish to get to know?"
"Who said anything about getting to know you? I want to just get to bed you, you're just a hooker."
"I am not a hooker!"
"You are if you're sitting in here on your own showing leg like you're doing."
Ethel, as a fully-authenticated virgin, could think of nothing worse than being accused of being a hooker. She spun the stool around to face the man, and said, "Then I had better make full use of my legs." With that, she drained her glass, swung a leg to kick the guy in the crotch with the pointed toe of her heeled shoe, swung around further and walked out, leaving him clutching the family jewels in a not very flattering doubled-up position.
She wondered if people knew how insulting it was to be accused of taking money for doing something she would gladly do for free with the right, nice, respectful, polite person.
Gaining the busy road outside the hotel, she looked for somewhere else to go. Down a narrow street opposite, she saw a neon sign proclaiming 'Eve's Place'.
As she walked across she could see a neon sign in the shape of two women dancing together in a tight embrace, and it dawned on Ethel what kind of establishment this probably was. But, needing somewhere to go, she went in anyway.
It was dimly lit and it took a few moments for her eyes to adjust to the scene. Behind the bar were two butch-looking bartenders, and a couple of very cute-looking waitresses in short skirts and bralettes. There were maybe half-a-dozen customers, all women, and Ethel realized it was still very early for an establishment like this, as it was not even 8 o'clock. Art photographs on the wall of naked and semi-naked women, professional style photographs in black and white, were the main décor. The photos were not pornographic, but they were definitely erotic. There was a DJ booth, a small stage with band equipment on it, and a small dance floor.
Ethel took a seat at the far corner of the room, from where she could see everything, and everyone who came in. Gradually more and more people arrived, but still no men, although with some of the women, she had to look at twice to realize they were actually women. By 9 o'clock there were probably 60 people in the room, of all shapes and styles of women, from really cutesy ones to those in muscles shirts with tattooed arms.
There was one in particular, at least as tall as herself, dressed very professionally, with dark hair in a full-curls style, blouse and skirt, heels and stockings. She was clearly on her own and yet was well-known in here judging by the number of waves she got as she came in. Ethel watched her intently, perhaps too intently, for after a while the woman came over.
As she approached Ethel, she said "I don't think I know you, do I?"
"Correct, you don't".
"So why do I get the impression you want to get to know me?"
"I was just interested in watching your arrival, that's all."
"So, now that I have arrived, let's dance."
"Okay."
The woman helped Ethel off the stool, and they joined several other couples on the floor in a slow dance. The woman introduced herself as Olivia, and took Ethel in her arms and held her close. They were about the same height, so Ethel's breasts were being pressed into Olivia's, which were at least one size bigger than Ethel's. Ethel had a bra on under her blouse, but was immediately aware that Olivia had nothing but boob under her blouse, and firm ones with large nipples at that. Olivia's right hand, as she had taken the man's hold, was now sliding down to rest on Ethel's bum, and she was pressing Ethel's crotch into her own. To put it mildly, Ethel was surprised at the speed at which she was being seduced, but somehow it felt good.
"That's a nice body you've got there," said Olivia, "very feminine to cuddle up to."
"Glad you think so."
"Oh, I do, I definitely do," said Olivia, with her lips just millimeters from Ethel's ear.
"Well, your body is nice to be up against, too, really nice."
Ethel moved her head to put her face directly in front of Olivia's and positioned her mouth about half an inch from that of Olivia. Olivia responded by kissing Ethel very firmly, and after a while, by opening her mouth and running her tongue along Ethel's lips. This was the first time Ethel had ever been kissed by someone clearly intending to seduce her. Despite her immediate fears, her body responded without any prompting by opening her own mouth, and Olivia invaded it with her tongue.
After three or four slow dances the DJ put on a much faster record, and Olivia promptly guided Ethel back to her table and sat down with her. She called the waitress over and ordered them each a white wine, which is what Ethel had been drinking.
