* Chapter One *
The new years Eve party to which Sue and Jennifer had been invited was in a luxurious harbour-front mansion on the north side of the city. The rolling lawns led directly to the water's edge, and a jetty protruded into the harbour.
Chanelle Ludovic's women-only new year's eve parties were legendary throughout the lesbian community. The mansion's many rooms were each individually themed, and more delights were promised out of doors, around the pool, the tennis court and on the lawns and water's edge. Chanelle herself retained a discreet presence, and ensured that any and every kind of stimulant and intoxicant was freely available to those who wished to partake. On several occasions tennis players, in town for the summer season of tournaments leading up to the Open had been guests. Other closeted dykes from the entertainment, arts and other prominent cultural groups vied for invitations. Chanelle, however, was more inclined to invite more ordinary women from the ranks of the mainstream community - dykes who often found it hard to express themselves fully in the community - nurses, teachers, public servants, construction workers, computer geeks, salespeople and so on.
Sue had scored an invitation through her work at the languages institute at the university. She was a professor in applied linguistics (ok, ok, she's heard all the jokes about applied cunnilinguistics!) and worked with disadvantaged children. How to describe Sue? I guess if you held a lezzo stereotype in your head, Sue might be it - athletic build, sporty, butch and proud. She has several tattoos in delicious places, including one twisting into her hidden hole. She was pierced in all her most sensitive places, and delighted in being in an almost constant state of arousal, promoted by jewelry which almost constantly stimulated her clit and kept her nipples erect. Yet, she hid all this secret activity in her usual clothing - jeans, shirts and denim jackets, business suits for meetings, or for tonight a very elegant tuxedo - silk lapels and starched white shirt. Sue kept her hair extremely short...at least once a week she or Jen gave her a #2 clipper cut. People openly referred to Sue as 'the dyke' or 'the lezz', none of which bothered her at all. When in the company of new students or other academics she could see were uncomfortable with her, she would openly broach the topic. "No doubt, you've heard about me. I'm the token dyke on staff". This would be accompanied by a winning smile and a wink. To men she would say "I guess that means you are safe from me." To women "No need to worry, I'm not interested if you're not - I don't play head games!"
Sue had no time at all for what she called 'simpering femmes'. Sure, she had had sub and femme partners before, and she had nothing against them. Why, some of her best (non-sexual) friends were lipstick dykes.....LOL. But it did make it harder for Sue to meet her soulmate. Femmes with cascades of long, Pantene hair were constantly falling across her path, but Sue negotiated it by deftly side-stepping in her best cowgirl boots.
During one episode of side-stepping she encountered Jen. If Sue is a proud butch, Jen is something else again. Jen started exploring her lesbianism at age 13. Never showed the slightest interest in boys, and spent most of her high school years promiscuously attempting to seduce women and girls. She joined every female sporting team in school, and had numerous relationships with other girls, coaches and teachers. At 14 she strapped on for the first time and got her first piercing (left nipple). As a young girl she had refused her mother's attempts to interest her in dresses and long hair, and had insisted on a severe, short cut the same as her brothers....shorn back and sides and a kd lang-type floppy top over her forehead. Jen's parents realised early on her 'difference' and remained loving and supportive, so she never had any 'coming out' difficulties. She loved her brothers ferociously, and spent her teenage years comparing notes about girls with them.
The first semester Jen was away at college she started visiting the campus barber, and her hair got shorter and shorter...from little boy cut, to flat top to crew cut, to almost shaven. Once she discovered that she loved having her nape and the back of her head shaved bare, she tattooed the back of her head with a tribal design. She also sported a tattoo on her left breast - a dew-kissed open pink rose, resembling the delicate folds of her favourite part of Sue's body.....
Jen studied literature and writing at college. She knew she wanted to write - screenplays, plays, short stories and eventually a novel. In order to support herself while she established her writing career she worked whatever jobs she could get. In her college town her unusual appearance was little barrier. The funky cafes where she waitressed had no problems with 'out there' looks, and she was much in demand as a restaurant and cafΓ© worker.
That's how she met Sue. Sue was a regular customer and they got flirting. It wasn't too long before Sue and Jen were regularly fucking, loving and playing together.
Then Sue got the invitation for herself and a friend to Chanelle's party. It took some time to decide what each would wear. This is when Jen announced that she wanted to do something different. "I have", she said " A fantasy about being a butch slut". I want to dress like a whore, but retain my otherwise butch outlook, demeanour, and of course display my tatts and piercings.
And so it was that they were on the bus to Chanelle's party looking like they did. Neither wanted to drive, aware that whatever intoxicants they consumed would render them dangerous on the road. And so, they decided to enjoy the bus ride as a prelude to the party.
Sue looked handsomely butch. No doubting she was female, but dressed as an elegant male 'walker' might be. Jen was playing it both ways, as she had fantasised. Her hair was freshly clippered, her head tattoo clearly visible. She wore a skintight lace top, plunging so low that the top of her rose tattoo peeked out provocatively. Her gold nipple barbells were pushed through holes in the lace, so if you looked carefully, you could see them quite clearly. As well, she wore a brief, tight, black latex skirt. On her feet, she wore strappy stilettos, with a peek-a-boo keyhole strap framing her ankle tatts.