Part 3
Fran woke the next morning after a fretful night. She must have masturbated half a dozen times during the night and yet could not seem to satisfy herself. All her dreams were constructed around the story. She was forced to entertain and have sex with a variety of people including her new friends in the neighborhood. The more she thought about the story, the more she wanted to have sex but even masturbation with her favorite vibrator was just not satisfying her completely. By 10:00, she had gotten out of bed, showered, put on her short house coat and gone into the kitchen. The bag and the stories were still on the kitchen counter. While making her first cup of coffee the doorbell rang. Peeking through the shutters, Fran saw Jane in her tennis outfit holding a medium sized backpack. Jane looked worried and pensive. Fran opened the door and Jane burst in asking if Fran had any of the wine left over. Fran was puzzled and followed Jane into the kitchen as she opened the fridge and took out the bottle of wine. She asked for clean glasses and Fran pointed to the a lower cabinet. As Jane bent over to retrieve two glasses, Fran saw that she was not wearing any underwear exposing her butt and pussy lips. Fran was frozen as she once again stared at her new friend’s private parts on display.
Jane grabbed two glasses and stood up to find Fran ogling her and then looked over and spotted the porn stories spread out on the kitchen counter. Losing control she exploded at Fran who was now blushing revealing her embarrassment. First she accused Fran of going through her trash, next she brought up yesterday’s panty incident, and finally ogling her today. She called Fran several names and said if that was what Fran wanted then she would give it to her. With that Jane unzipped the front of her tennis dress and dropped it from her shoulders. The naked woman asked Fran if that was what she wanted and offered to turn around so she could have a good look. Fran was speechless and could not take her eyes off her nude friend. Jane’s body was pretty muscular with small breasts, a bit of a tummy, and a bush so neatly trimmed that the hair formed a thin line. Fran realized she was becoming stimulated. Before she could clear her head, Jane walked over to her, pulled open Fran’s robe, and asked her how she would like it if someone ogled her body. WELL, Jane screamed, how would you like it and pulled the robe from Fran’s body. Now both women were naked standing inches from each other. Fran had no idea of what to do. On one hand, she was terrified and on the other stimulated. Before she knew it, Jane had started crying and muttered that it just wasn’t fair. Fran stepped forward, put her arms around her friend, and patted her head asking what was the problem.
Fran offered her friend a glass of wine in hopes that it would calm her down. She stepped over, picked up Jane’s tennis dress and helped put it over the woman’s body. When Fran turned to pick up her robe, Jane reached into the pocket of her dress and placed some powder into one of the glasses. As Fran put her robe on, Jane poured the two glasses full of wine. Lifting her glass, Jane apologized for her outburst and for stripping Fran of her robe. Fran also apologized for staring at her friend and hoped it would not hurt their friendship. Jane then raised her glass, toasted friendship, and promptly drained the glass. She looked at Fran and encouraged her to follow suit. Straining, Fran downed the wine and noticed a curious aftertaste, not realizing her drink had been drugged. Jane poured the balance of the bottle into the two glasses and led Fran into the den. The drug was already beginning to work on Fran’s system. Thinking it was just the effect of the wine, she did not notice the full impact on her system. The women sat on the sofa together, Jane holding Fran’s hand and pushing the glass to the drugged woman’s lips. Fran was in a deepening daze as Jane began to tell her story. It seems that almost ten years ago, through a chance of fate, Jane discovered that her enjoyed “the company” of women more than men. She was smart enough to know she could not throw away her marriage and life so she sought other outlets for her passions. She went on to describe “affairs” she had had with other women including Pat and Laura.
The drug was taking it’s full effect on Fran. Her system was hot, her vision blurred, any contact with her skin sent waves over her body, her mind while still in control was being overpowered by her sexual desires. Jane went on to explain that the women’s club was an organization of women that sought to satisfy their perverse desires. Women advanced in the hierarchy by recruiting new members. Before a new member was admitted they were required to consent to an ordeal called “being in service.” This involved making one’s self available for a series of sexual escapades at the hands of the senior members. The length of service and number of requirements varied based on the number of candidates, the number and “difficulty” of the acts, and the satisfaction of the senior members. As women advanced in the order of the club they were entitled to the favors of the candidates. The candidates had to agree to do anything asked of them but could refuse and withdraw at any time. To prevent a candidate from harming the organization, one of their first tasks was to be videotaped in compromising situations. Jane also told Fran that it was frowned upon when a candidate withdrew and the sponsoring member was usually punished, meaning that were obligated to complete the candidate’s service. Therefore, members were extremely careful about recommending candidates. Jane had a feeling that Fran was the perfect candidate and was careful to manipulate her into this very position.
Jane released Fran’s hand, placed both glasses on the table, and traced Fran’s lips with her finger. Do you think you would this like to join the organization and could you perform the required service she asked Fran. At this point, Fran could not make her mouth move although if she could she would have agreed to do anything. Jane slowly opened Fran’s robe and pulled her arms from the sleeves leaving her completely exposed. Fran was cognizant of what was going on, but in her mind she had become the woman in the story and was being manipulated without her consent or control. Fran saw Jane leaning over her and noted that her dress was still unzipped and open in the front. She felt Jane’s fingers slowly tracing their way over her body. At first she gently raked her nails from Fran’s lips, down her shoulders to her breasts, over her tummy and her shaved pubis all the way to her toes. Fran was on fire as the nails dug into her flesh without hurting but stimulating her. Jane then ran her tongue in the opposite direction briefly making contact with Fran’s pussy. Fran twitched as Jane’s tongue explored her shaved pussy lips, her closed legs limiting Jane’s access. Slowly, Jane probed Fran’s slit from the bottom of her closed legs to the top. She gently pushed her tongue into Fran’s pussy, first tasting her hot juices and then finding and licking Fran’s clitoris. Fran felt spasms shoot through her body and tried unsuccessfully to open her legs. To Fran’s disappointment, Jane moved from her crotch, over her tummy to her breasts. She focused on each nipple individually, sucking and then nibbling each until they were swollen and hard. Leaving Fran’s breasts, her chest heaving, Jane worked her way up until their lips met in a kiss. Fran’s mind thought how good this felt, she hoped it didn’t stop, and that Jane’s sure knew what she was doing!
Fran had difficulty responding even though she wanted to badly. Jane stood up and slowly removed her dress in front of Fran. While Fran laid on the sofa wanting to engage her friend, Jane ran her fingers over her own body while her eyes stared directly into Fran’s. She played with her breasts and nipples, ran her hands up and down her legs, and fondled her pussy. Moaning as she played with herself, Jane stood on the sofa positioning herself above Fran’s head and played with her clitoris and fingered her pussy. Fran’s eyes were fixated on Jane’s stimulated pussy just inches from her face. The smell of Jane’s juices filled Fran’s nostrils as her eyes followed the fingers of Jane’s right hand. She watched as Jane first rubbed the outside of her pubis and then spread herself and traced the inside of her lips. Fran was fascinated as she followed Jane’s fingers. She had seen women masturbating in movies and once during a live sex show but never from this vantage point. Jane was becoming excited as her fingers floated over her clitoris and probed her pussy. Fran noticed how swollen and bright pink her friend’s pussy had become and watched Jane spasm as her fingers tickled her blood filled clit. At one point, Jane even lowered herself, briefly rubbing her clitoris on Fran’s face. The contact with Jane’s pussy and the smell of her sex caused Fran’s pussy to overflow. She was so excited that she was ready to explode but as she neared orgasm, Jane stood up, got off the couch and left the room leaving Fran naked and unsatisfied.