This is a story of pure fiction. We write for enjoyment. Please take the time to rate this story and all comments are appreciated.
*****
Alex Baker strolled along West Adams past the growing line of hopefuls waiting for the opportunity for admittance into 'The Cherry Stem'; the current hot spot in Lesbian bars in Atlanta. She was walking slow, admiring the well-dressed young professionals. It was nine thirty on a clear skied Saturday night. She hesitated as her eyes roamed over a perfect little round ass snuggly nestled under a little black dress that was short enough to cause the most conservative lesbian's mouth to water. The girl was maybe twenty. She was a real beauty with perfect complexion, brilliant red curls and the longest tan legs Alex had seen in a while.
When she reached the head of the line, there was a large woman named Bess with a clip board. "My, my Ms. Baker. How nice to see you."
"And you." Alex replied. "Busy." Alex added.
"Saturday night." Bess shrugged. "Mostly amateurs."
Alex looked back down the line. The girl was leaning to see if there was any line movement.
"You out trolling tonight?" Bess smiled at her.
Alex smiled back. "Not really but if I was, that little black dress could interest me."
Bess looked down the line and then at Alex. "The fuck you say?" She said. "That could set off my Geiger counter."
Alex grinned. "True, but I have learned not to jump at first impressions."
Bess looked down the line one more time and then laughed. "Well, sweetie, you can afford to be a little picky. I would jump that in a second." She waved the clip board toward the door. "Go. Have a good time." As Alex entered the bar, someone said. "Well fuck me."
Then she heard Bess say. "No thanks." Followed by. "Hey Red. Yea, you sweetie. Come up here" Alex smiled.
Alex was twenty eight, five-nine, short blonde hair, slim and trim and gorgeous. At one point, she had found herself, in a way, forced into becoming a call-girl in order to earn enough money to finish college, that was ten years ago and that career had lasted three years. Out of school and already tired of fucking fat middle-aged men, she abruptly stopped. But that meant she would need another source of income. And that was when she met Anna James. Anna introduced her to lesbianism, then taught her how she could earn a very good income doing just that, as an escort for wealthy female businesswomen and the elite of the Atlanta upper class.
Over the next seven years, Anna moved away, Alex had expanded her business to include five other young beauties who worked exclusively through her service and now, she was busy enough that she spent most all of her time, booking services and collecting fees and only took escort assignments with long time clients or very special individuals.
Alex found a stool near the end the bar and was just setting down when Clair Anderson, the owner came up behind her. "Where the hell have you been? It's been weeks."
"Yea, sorry." Alex offered. "It's been really busy."
"Well, good to see you." Clair said.
"Hey." Alex said. "There might be a little black dress arriving real soon. You suppose you might guide her toward this seat?" Alex nodded at the empty stool beside her.
"How else will I recognize her?" Claire asked.
"Trust me." Alex said.
Claire smiled. "Of course."
Alex ordered a Gin martini with an onion and sipped on it as she gazed around the room.
"Why don't I put you right here." As Alex turned, Claire was guiding the little red head in the black dress onto the stool next to her. Claire waved to the bar girl who came immediately.
"Sandy." Claire said. "Would you get this girl a drink please?" Claire patted her shoulder? "And if you get bored, this is Alex." Claire tilted her head to the left.
When Claire left, the girl spoke without looking at Alex. "Thank you."
"Excuse me?" Alex replied.
The girl then turned to look at her and smiled. "This can't be a coincidence."
Alex smiled. "Beauty and brains." She held out her hand. "As you heard, I'm Alex, Alex Baker."
The girl paused and then shook her hand. "Beth Taylor." The girl then produced a broad grin.
"What?" Alex asked.
"I was just wondering how many Alex Bakers there might be in Atlanta." She said.
"I don't know of any others?" Alex said. Then she grinned. "Have I left a trail?"
"Well," She paused. "Last year." Beth said. "My sorority, Zeta Epsilon, had a little party for a sister that was transferring to Georgetown. A sister who happened to be gay as it was." She said. "So...we hired a girl from Alex Baker escorts."
Alex laughed and held her empty glass up. When the bar girl saw her, she set it back onto the bar. "That would be me." She said. "How'd she do?"
"Excuse me?" Beth said.
"My girl, do you remember how she did?" Alex asked.
Beth was blushing. "You're kidding right? She was amazing, and I'm not even gay."
Alex laughed out loud at that and tilted back her new drink the bar girl had just set in front of her. "Yea, and maybe you just think you're not."
The girl set quiet. "She was amazing." She finally repeated. Beth turned to Alex and leaned in close so Alex could hear a whisper. "There were eight of us. She did every one of us, one right after the other" Beth giggled. "We only hired her to do Julie, the girl who was leaving."
Then Alex leaned in. "That's it then. I'll have to fire the little slut. Giving it away like that."
Beth straightened and put a hand on Alex's arm. "Oh, God, no, please." Then Beth stopped. "You're just fucking with me, right?"
"Hun, if they all looked like you, I could hardly blame her." Alex said.
Beth seemed flattered to by that. "But really, I'm not. Gay." She waited.
Alex looked at her and then slowly down her body and along her exposed thighs. "Pity." She whispered. "So what do you do? For a living, I mean."
"Ha, four years at UCLA, a degree in business that cost over a hundred and twenty grand and I am the part time employee at 'Lady Jane's Closet'. In ten years this sales person of women's clothes will be able to afford food."
"Well perhaps you should consider a new career?" Alex said.
Beth smiled and downed her drink. She leaned in and whispered. "Maybe I'll go to work for a lesbian escort service." She giggled.
"Na." Alex said. "What would a girl like you do with a hundred and fifty thousand a year, tax free?" She watched the expression on Beth's face change.
"Bull." Beth said.
Alex just shrugged.
"But I don't know anything about, you know, girls." Beth explained.
Alex looked at her and said. "If I was to ask you what aroused you sexually, could you tell me?"
"Hell yea." Beth said. "Who couldn't?"
"Then you know all you need you know." Alex nodded. "What you really need, you already have."