Hi, my name is Kenzi Kittle, and the little adventure that I will now relate began back when I was a senior in high school, after getting a job working as a cashier at the Latrelle Grocery store in rural Pennsylvania. I needed to make some money if I wanted to attend college that fall, and the neighborhood grocery store was about the only employment opportunity available to me, what with my non-existent resume'/job experience. The store was also within walking distance from both my school and my home, which was good, as I didn't yet own a car. The store was owned by a Mrs. Dallas Morgenstern, and managed by her daughter-in-law. Before I was hired, I knew next-to-nothing about Mrs. Morgenstern, other than that she was a fashionable socialite divorcee who resided in our community, estranged from her wealthy publisher husband who owned & operated a fashion magazine in New York City. Back in the day, Mrs. Morgenstern was actually one of his models who once even appeared on the cover! But that was years ago. I remember first meeting her one afternoon when she showed up looking for Kleenex, and the moment she saw me her eyes widened as if in recognition. She later confided to me that she simply really liked what she was seeing!
A little bit about me... I'm a slender 18-year old blonde high school girl, happily just past those awkward years when my figure was more skinny than beautiful, at least in my own opinion. The guys at my school had largely ignored me until around the 11th-grade, at which point I started getting all kinds of attention. I guess I was what you'd call a 'late bloomer.' My legs grew longer and more toned as my torso suddenly developed an attractive shape, along with my face finally losing those last vestiges of baby fat. I went from geek to chic overnight, as my cousin Amy once said, morphing into a hottie (her words, not mine) in less than six months. But despite leaving my geeky past behind, I remained pretty much a loner, in that I could comfortably spend quality time by myself rather than always requiring a crowd. And being the studious type, I generally found myself more at ease with my older female teachers than with girls my own age, and this would undoubtedly play a major role in my increasingly close relationship with Mrs. Morgenstern.
More about Mrs. Morgenstern... at the time I first became acquainted with her she was fifty-something - a wealthy woman living in that beautiful estate over on Meadowbrook Lane, driving herself around in a silver Mercedes, and she even had a live-in maid to do her cooking, cleaning, & shopping, although for some reason she began dropping in fairly regularly at the store when I was working, usually to purchase small items like club soda or maybe a pack of gum (she explained to me that she was trying to quit smoking.)
Whenever we'd talked her eyes would shine as they wandered over me with that approving smile of hers. Even during our very first encounter I almost felt as if she was undressing me with her dark, appreciative gaze. At work I generally wore bluejeans and a red grocery store t-shirt, which was in no ways revealing, but whenever I'd turned my back I could practically feel her eyes glued to my ass. She had a way of licking her lips while watching me that I found to be very flattering. And while you might think that this would have made me uncomfortable, it did not. I was, nevertheless, a bit curious as to where it was all leading. I would soon find out.
"So how do you expect to pay for college, Kenzi?" she inquired one afternoon while picking-up a pack of mints. When I explained to her how I was doing my best to save every penny I earned, her response was: "That's good, but perhaps we can come up with something better?" That was also the first time she ever invited me back to her home, picking me up the following Saturday, and driving me to what I would describe as a modest-but-luxurious stone house set back in a beautiful grove of oak trees. Her home even included a small indoor swimming pool!
"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed, upon first seeing it. "I wish I'd brought my swimsuit!"
Mrs. Morganstern laughed. "Oh, I'm sure I can find you something to wear if you'd like to go in. Or you could even swim nude! Nobody can see you here!"
I remember blushing and saying maybe another time, but it was at that point that I first realized that this woman just might have "a thing" for pretty young women like myself. And how did that make me feel? Well, it's kind of hard to explain, because while I've NEVER considered myself to be a lesbian, I was nevertheless flattered & even intrigued that this wealthy older woman would take such an interest in me, even seemingly wanting to see me get naked for her! The very thought was deliciously kinky!
Anyway, we enjoyed a pleasant late lunch (or early dinner) that first visit, prepared by her maid, Camile, consisting of a shrimp salad. Camile was another interesting woman, in her low forties, with short brunette hair that gave her a slightly "butchy" look. And she didn't dress anything like a maid, going about the house in sweatpants & a long-sleeved "Orange is the New Black" t-shirt. After serving us dinner she brought Mrs. Morgenstern & myself some kind of a fruity strawberry-vodka martini to sip on while we relaxed in her comfortable living room talking some more about my college plans.
"You understand, Kenzi, that you'll never earn enough money working as a cashier to afford the tuition at State," she matter-of-factly pointed out. "And how will you pay for room & board?" As I didn't immediately respond, she asked her maid: "Didn't you go to college for a couple of years, Camile?"
Her maid smiled & rolled her eyes a bit before responding: "Yes, Dallas... you KNOW I did."
"And how exactly did you pay for it?"
"I worked as a stripper," Camile replied, look at me and smiling.
Mrs. Morganstern turned her gaze my way before continuing: "Well, Kenzi... that's certainly one option you might consider?"
I found myself blushing before then asking Camile: "Seriously? You were a stripper? At a club?"
Mrs. Morgenstern interrupted. "Yes, she was. And you should have seen Camile back in the day, wiggling that hot little ass of hers up on stage!"
I stared at Mrs. Morgenstern in surprise! "You were there?"
"Yes, I was. That's where Camile & I first met, isn't that so?"
Her maid continued: "Our Mrs. Morgenstern was a bit of a wild woman back in the day, and a regular at the Showboat Palace Lounge where I worked. We had a 'ladies night' every other Thursday, with only female customers allowed inside. All of the girls loved her!"
"But why would women go see girls dancing naked?" I interjected, despite realizing that I already knew the answer.
Camile & Mrs. Morganstern glanced at eachother before the lady of the house ventured a response: "I think that most women enjoy looking at beautiful naked girls, Kenzi. A sexy young girl's body sensually dancing is a thing of beauty!"
"Yeah, I guess so," I responded, before daring to ask: "Are you... are the two of you both lesbians?"
