Note from the Authoress: For any one who has read the Julie Journals they will know I always mention that my stories are a mixture of fact and fantasy. The content of this story is pure fantasy but the characters are fact. For that reason I have not included this as part of the Julie Journals. It is dedicated to a lovely intelligent woman and her partner who it has been a privilege to get to know.
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Julie sat quietly and calmly in a private booth watching the door of Lacey's Club. Half concealed in the shadows thrown by the dim light Julie reflected on the exchange of e-mails over the past months. When she had mentioned the forthcoming trip to New York the other two women had insisted she visited Lacey's. Unlike many places these days the private status meant the members could smoke, and although not a member Julie had been invited in as her name had been left on the guest list at the door. She was surprised at the difference shown to her by the hostess when she gave her name, and the knowing smile as she showed her to the booth in the back of the room.
The smoke from Julie's Marlboro curled up into the lights and she calmly watched the couples at different tables. There wasn't a man in the place but Julie had known it was a lesbian club before she came and was very comfortable with it. She felt a little nervous perhaps but also excited and had dressed especially for the occasion. The short black leather dress was tight in all the right places and split wickedly up the front so that it was nearly at her crotch when she sat down. The door opened and Julie knew straight away it was the two she was waiting for. Cassie was the shorter of the two and her blonde hair framed her pretty face. She was wearing black cowgirl boots, tight black leather pants and a shearling coat. Vanessa was taller at almost six feet, with dark brunette hair. She was wearing black thigh-high platform boots and blue jeans. To guard against the cold, she was wearing a full-length leather trench coat. She reached into her coat pocket and took out a pack of More cigarettes and a lighter. She placed the sexy long brown cigarette between her lips and casually lit it. Her slim gloved fingers now wrapped around the cigarette as she pulled the smoke deep into her lungs. The warm smoke was soothing, and she exhaled slowly through her mouth and nose.
Julie was hot with anticipation as she saw the two women moving towards her, but suddenly, her view was blocked by a figure looming in front of her. At first, she thought it was a man. Then she realized it was a bull dyke, dressed in a man's suit and fedora. "I'm Wanda," she said. "How about we go to the bathroom and I show you a good time."
Julie was a little concerned by her situation as she would like to deal with matters quietly, but then she saw her two friends approach, and Vanessa tapped Wanda on her shoulder. As Wanda whirled around Vanessa snarled, " Wait your turn, bitch,"
With that Vanessa took a deep drag on her cigarette, and blew a mouthful of creamy smoke into Wanda's face. Julie wasn't really afraid, but surprised at how aroused she was getting to see the women fight over her. Wanda opened up her jacket to reveal a large knife. "Get lost, or I'll slice your nipples off," she threatened.
Julie saw the knife and moved her hand instinctively to the small of her back and then cursed when she remembered that she was abroad and therefore not armed. Julie measured the distance between herself and Wanda and with a sinking feeling realised that starting from a sitting position was not ideal. Coiling her body like a spring Julie prepared herself mentally for the violent explosion when she saw Vanessa and Cassie smile at each other and opened their own coats. Both Julie and Wanda could see the gun in Vanessa's shoulder holster and the one in Cassie's hip holster. Wanda's mouth opened in terror as she started to back away.
Vanessa smiled at Wanda. "Smart move cunt," she snarled. "It would be a shame to see what brains you have splattered all over the wall."
Where Julie lived, even the police did not routinely carry guns and to her surprise, her nipples were hard in anticipation as she watched her new friends ready to kill to protect her. She felt safe and warm with these two caring for her.
As Wanda skulked away to try her luck with another femme, Vanessa turned to Julie. "So you are Julie then" Vanessa purred as she held out her hand, "Cassie has told me a lot about you, and was wondering how much was true."
Julie just smiled and moving slightly opened her long legs clad in black boots causing the split in the dress to open more. Vanessa's face split into a wide smile as she saw Julie was naked under her dress.
"Hiya hun" Cassie said as she joined the table then smiled as well as she saw the view that Vanessa was getting.
The two women slid in either side of Julie and ordered champagne from the waitress who had appeared. While they waited for the waitress to return, they engaged on small talk: how were you, flight, your hotel OK, etc. As they talked, Cassie and Vanessa looked at each other knowingly. They had anticipated this problem and would have to deal with it.
Over the years, they had become addicted to BBC programs that were shown on cable TV. These ranged form adaptation of classic novels, to mysteries and comedies. But they all had one thing in common: they were unintelligible and the girls had to watch with closed-captioning subtitles. As Julie continued to describe her trip, they both thought the same thing: "Why the fuck can't these people speak proper English?"
The waitress finally arrived with the Dom Perignon, uncorked the bottle, and poured for each of them. Julie saw the wistful look in the waitress's eyes, wishing she could join them, but knowing she couldn't.
"So you sure you want this to happen?" Vanessa asked staring into Julie's blue eyes, resting her arm on Julie's shoulder.
"Sure she does" Cassie smiled, "otherwise she wouldn't be sitting there all dressed up like a Christmas present in leather."
As the two women began to share their day with each other, Julie relaxed and then felt a hand on either knee climbing slowly upwards. Julie simply opened her legs and allowed the exploration to continue and wondered what would happen when their fingers met which was pretty close to happening.
As their fingers touched Cassie stopped talking and smiled broadly at Vanessa who smiled back. Then in unison both women pushed a finger each into Julie's body and she couldn't suppress a moan of pleasure as they worked their way in. Julie's body stiffened as two of Vanessa's fingers penetrated her and found the little ridge that was so packed with very sensitive nerve endings, the G-spot. Meanwhile, Cassie's index finger adventured farther north, found Julie's hood, and then probed under it to find her hidden clit. Julie's back arched again as Cassie's finger found its target. Julie writhed under their touch as Vanessa stretched her pussy and massaged the ridge with the tips of her fingers, and Cassie twisted and tweaked at her clit.
"What are you doing?" Julie moaned as a flood of lubricating fluid met Vanessa's fingers.
