Note to readers: I wrote this as an homage to James Thurber. I adapted his famous story idea to reflect my own "secret life" and humbly apologize for not being a good enough writer to do justice to the task.
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Wendy confidently strode into the hottest club in the city. Naturally she had ignored the long line and bouncers. Anyone so dazzlingly gorgeous, anyone who radiated so much sex appeal, confidence and pizzazz was an asset to any club, and everyone knew it. The way she looked, held herself, and the confident way she walked made it obvious she was nightclub royalty. Without her having to say anything, the line and the bouncers let her through as if she were Moses parting the Red Sea.
No sooner had Wendy entered the club then she had to deal with the advances of a swarm of men. No wonder. Not just because she was a 5'9" blond with a voluptuous body any stripper would envy. Or because she was perfectly made up and dressed to kill in the latest designer clothing and stunning jewelry. But because her face was beyond movie star beautiful. She radiated, and not only her face, but her hair, her body, her mannerisms, her everything. It was all simply perfect. As if everything about her were designed to drive onlookers crazy. And knowing this gave her the confidence to accomplish anything.
Wendy reached the bar, batted away the men with their drink offers as if they were flies, and ordered her own. She expertly scanned the room, sipping her drink and fighting off or ignoring the men who wouldn't take "no" for an answer. Until she spotted the object of tonight's desire.
A woman almost as beautiful as she was. A woman surrounded by her own crowd of admiring men. Each of which would give almost anything to get into her panties. But they were no match for Wendy Mitty! Poor things! They didn't even know she was their main competition, let alone that it wouldn't be much of a contest. It never was.
Like a tigress, Wendy confidently stalked her gorgeous target, whose name she later found out was Patty. Wendy slowly made her way towards Patty, slowed down when she was 15 feet away, and eased closer, still accompanied by a cluster of drooling men. Finally she was close to Patty and their two swarms of buzzing men merged. Wendy locked eyes with Patty as the rest of the nightclub vanished for both women. Wendy slinked up to her and whispered, "None of the guys is worthy of you. Why don't we mess with them. Let's dance! It'll freak them out!" Wendy smiled and extended her hand. Patty looked shocked and scared, hesitated for a long moment and shook her scrumptious head "no". But dazzled by Wendy's super friendly smile, finally took her hand and joined her on the dance floor.
Half the club stared at them. The men with titillation and voyeuristic lust; the women with envy. And maybe also with lust. And everyone with confusion about the nature of the dance - was Wendy dancing "too close" to Patty? And it didn't hurt that Wendy was such an incredible dancer. But that wasn't what made Patty's heart beat so fast.
After the music stopped Wendy faced Patty and shot her a conspiratorial smile: "Can we please talk for a minute --- in the one place where the men can't follow us?"
In the ladies room Wendy looked in the mirror pretending to touch up her makeup while getting to know Patty. As they talked ever so easily, Patty also touched up her makeup. But Patty also felt ... an unfamiliar feeling. Something she hadn't ever felt for a woman before. Nothing she could bring herself to name. Overwhelmed by being so close to the insanely gorgeous Wendy, a trembling Patty increasingly became captivated by Wendy's sparkling personality. How could anyone so beautiful also be so nice, so friendly, so worldly and intelligent? Patty felt a bit lightheaded as she decided she wanted to get to know this fascinating creature better. She turned to face Wendy, but found that she had to steady herself. What was this feeling? Strangely familiar, yet different. As they continued talking their voices became softer and the topics of their conversation became more intimate.
Gradually Wendy stepped closer to Patty. She rested her hand on Patty's and looked her in the eyes. Now Patty really trembled, and then broke eye contact and looked down because she was afraid of what would happen if she continued to look at Wendy. But Wendy gently put her hand under Patty's chin, lifted her head and.... kissed her. A small kiss, but enough to send a shock wave throughout Patty's world. A kiss that made Patty shake in her designer boots, and then freeze as if a magic spell had been cast upon her.
Finally Patty unfroze, and sputtered to Wendy, "But I'm straight. I don't want to.... I've never...." But she was looking at Wendy when she said this, and that was a mistake because Patty couldn't resist Wendy's unworldly beauty or charm. Patty didn't - couldn't - resist Wendy's next kiss. Or the kiss after that. Which quickly became a tongue kiss. To which Patty murmured, "I shouldn't", but a second later eagerly returned. Which turned into an embrace and then into caresses over much of each others' incredible body. Wendy was simply too hot for Patty - for anyone! - to resist.
They kissed tighter and tighter and pressed their bodies together, still standing up near the sink. Patty then leaned with her back against a wall and spread her legs as Wendy wedged her own legs in-between, still in the standing position.
There were four other woman in the rest room, and they all had watched the scene unfold, transfixed. Soon their hands were in their own panties because they were, perhaps against their will, so turned on by the sight of the sexiest woman they had ever seen kiss, caress, fondle, and wedge her body against that of another beautiful woman.
The four women watched as the two beauties' embrace quickly become increasingly sexual. Wendy ignored them and moved her hands underneath Patty's skirt. Patty's eyes were closed so she also ignored the other women, and instead focused on the new sensations, moaning. Wendy's fingers worked furiously inside Patty's panties, which quickly became soaked. One by one, the staring women became overwhelmed at the sight and their jilling, the moans and finally their orgasms, collectively supercharged the sexuality of the ladies room. One by one the staring women came. But Patty was fighting her orgasm. Finally, however, she surrendered, with an earth shattering scream that silenced the others and notified everyone in the club at to what had happened.
"Straight? You're not straight any more," whispered Wendy with an even bigger smile. "And when we get back to my place I'll prove it again to you, all night long. Like any woman who makes love with me, you'll never want to be with a man again. I'll also teach you how to bring unimaginable pleasure to another woman. One night with me and you'll become an expert! And as for you four onlookers...."
All thoughts of Patty faded as Wendy's mind started to clear. She stared at herself in the mirror of the ladies room of the diner where she was eating, alone, that Saturday evening. Gone was the sex goddess, back into the recesses of Wendy's mind.
Instead Wendy saw her real face: plain, with acne as its only distinctive feature. 5'2" with unkempt mousy brown hair. Wendy noted with displeasure that her breasts still only merited an A cup despite her having become 10 pounds overweight during the past year. She was wearing an old T shirt but a new pair of jeans because she had outgrown her old ones. Then Wendy's mind became fully engaged when she heard an annoyed voice: "Hey, you in the ladies room, are you going to be in there all night?"
