Due to interrupted telephone service to the Cinder Bay area, Eloise wasn't able to inform Nancy of her impending arrival ahead of time, and therefore found herself just as stunned at the sight of her niece and her two friends as they obviously were at the unexpected sight of her in the Faldor Hotel's lobby. Dressed in a short sleeved, bluish gray, flower print dress that buttoned to her neck with a hem that ended halfway between her knees and low heeled, sensible shoes, the pretty woman in glasses made for quite a contrast to the whorishly attired girls in front of her.
Worse still, also checking in at that time was a family of four. Along with Carmody, the man, his wife and teenage son and daughter were staring at the four indecent women as Eloise was, completely and understandably aghast at this unpredicted sight. For Eloise, this only added embarrassment to shock as she could only stand and stare as they stared back, at the same loss. The white sweater that was thrown around Eloise's shoulders and buttoned at the neck suddenly became too hot as she found her eyes moving from one girl to the next.
The only one of them who was dressed even close to decently was the fourth, unidentified older woman who was dressed in some kind of a priest costume. However, even she presented a picture, albeit subtle, of impropriety in the way the black dress with the little white clerical collar hugged her hips and only reached halfway down her black stocking clad thighs. Most of all, it was the fact that the somewhat well-endowed woman obviously wasn't wearing a bra, her bosom swaying and bouncing as she walked while her nipples were clearly erected.
Bess's red dress was so short she could see the crotch of the girl's white panties, and her breasts were as braless as the rest of the girls in the group, nipples hard and pointy from beneath the thin, stretchy material that made the voluptuous little blonde an incredibly sexy little package.
As for Nancy, her decent and conservative niece, the respectable daughter of her own brother, she was, perhaps, dressed the most whorish. The little blue schoolgirl's skirt was so short that not only the tops of her stockings showed, but her garter straps as well, disappearing enticingly up underneath said skirt that rode so low on her hips that even the garter belt itself could be clearly seen. The little white cammie she wore was so short that one could easily see the bottoms of her breasts and, with the spaghetti string shoulder straps, it was difficult to choose whether this garment or the schoolgirl skirt was the more indecent for wearing around in public. Her father, Eloise knew, would be shocked and dismayed and the older woman wondered what could have gotten into Nancy's head- indeed all of their heads- to make them dress this way.
But it was George Fayne that Eloise had always been attracted to and, therefore, who finally captured the older woman's shocked and increasingly excited attention. Slim, tall and pretty, the young Miss Fayne had so often been the subject of Eloise's masturbation fantasies that it was impossible for her not to take a good look. George's upper body was dressed in a black, opaque halter band that so well showcased her perky little breasts and incredibly erected nipples that Eloise's full vagina lips began to moisten at the sight of them. The contrast of the nineteen year old's decent navy blue skirt, snug enough to flatter her slim legs and hips and ending just above her knees, somehow made the indecent attire of her upper body all the more appealing.
Eloise, while always having been suspicious of the young woman's sexual orientation based on her lifestyle and personality, had never been quite sure enough to make any moves on her. In any case, the girl was far too close to home, and any relationship that could have resulted, given that her suspicions about George turned out to be correct, would always be fraught with the danger of being discovered. New York was a liberal town but, if that happened, Eloise knew she could kiss her career and social standing there goodbye, to say nothing of her relationship with her brother and niece, the only family she had. And what about George? The young woman was just starting out. What would such a scandal do to her life? River Heights, a staunch, right wing town for as long as anybody could ever remember, would never tolerate such a lifestyle and the poor girl would become the town pariah, harassed and publicly shamed until she would eventually have to turn her back on her home and family, all that she'd ever known, for good. In simple terms, pretty and desirable George Fayne just wasn't worth the risk to either of them.
When she'd met Susan Quinn, a younger, attractive new co-worker, Eloise's carnal thoughts of her niece's friend began to abate, replaced by some rather curious thoughts of Miss Quinn, who was very friendly and, to Eloise's reckoning, seemed to be responding favourably to some very subtle signals that would go right over any heterosexual woman's head.
Finally, they'd gone out for coffee, a casual invitation from Eloise, and this outing soon became a habit. Also becoming habit were the warm smiles they'd exchange, soon accompanied by prolonged gazing into one another's eyes until there was no need to ask about why they continued to go out for coffee. The first, quiet kiss they'd shared happened close to midnight while sitting in Eloise's car in front of Susan's apartment building. It was dark, the moment was right, and it happened as naturally as Eloise's tongue found the insides of Susan's mouth.
For Eloise, it was beautiful. In Susan, she'd not only found an attractive, younger woman who was obviously also interested in her, but a friend who shared many of the same interests, someone she could carry on with, and she knew she was already falling for her as their tongues danced, Eloise's hand hesitantly groping Susan's thrusting breasts in the dark.
Two days later and with little explanation, Susan told her she was taking vacation time. All she would say was that she'd never been with a woman before and was confused and unsure, had to get away to 'find herself' and to 'think things over'.
A distraught, almost heartbroken Eloise practically begged Susan in desperate whispers that day in the younger woman's empty classroom to stay in touch. To this, Susan had agreed, faithfully calling daily from Cinder Bay up until a week prior to Eloise finding herself standing in the Hotel Faldor's lobby, taking in the astonishing sight of Nancy and her two friends dressed as though they had every intention of selling themselves on some street corner.
Nancy stood mortified, staring at her aunt as though trying to make her go away by sheer strength of will as her half inebriated mind struggled to validate Eloise's very inconvenient presence there in the Faldor's lobby to begin with.
Like Nancy, George only stared, just as buzzed and suddenly reminded of the reality that existed outside of Cinder Bay with the unimaginable, unexpected, yet totally eventual presence of Nancy's aunt, Eloise. She glanced at Nancy as though for help, as though the young sleuth alone could make this situation with her aunt go away, but it seemed there was another expression in the brunette's features as well, one that spoke of deeper feelings that Eloise, in her years of experience, picked up on.
Bess, just as surprised as Nancy and George, was nevertheless the first of the three drunken friends to react, breaking the awkward silence with a laugh. It was the sort of brash laughter one might use at the sight of a person slipping on a banana peel and falling into a mud puddle, and it effectively took Eloise's mind from the expression on George's face.
Reverend Muren, having easily sensed the awkward situation around the older woman at the reception desk, and suddenly deeply ashamed concerning the on-looking family of four, had quietly thanked the girls for their company that afternoon before slipping away with her purchases, watched closely by Eloise during her entire trip to the stairwell.
Less than ten minutes later and at the quiet, but stern direction of Eloise Drew, the four of them stood in Suite 408. Once in their own suite, the four teens had set the bags of their naughty purchases down and they now stood amongst them as though surrounded by the evidence of their guilt, looking down at the floor, Nancy and George red faced while Bess only tried to hide her amused smirk.
"So," Eloise finally managed with a quiet tone, trying to keep her eyes from staring at pretty George's incredible breasts with their enticingly erect nipples. "I suppose I should start with the obvious question of why you three are dressed like prostitutes."
Bess, lifting her face without having removed her smirk, countered, "We're not dressed like prostitutes, Eloise. We're just showing ourselves off a little."
"'A little'?" Eloise asked, her tone still quiet, brow raised while helplessly noting what an attractive body Bess had.
"There's nothing wrong with how we're dressed," Bess returned. "We're very attractive young women and Cinder Bay is a great place to be. It's not like River Heights here."
"Oh, I see," Eloise said, exaggerating understanding as she added, "You find yourself in a place where morals are relaxed, and you just completely throw your upbringing into the garbage for the opportunity to run around dressed like prostitutes? Have you always been this loose? Just waiting for your first opportunity?"
Her smirk having finally evaporated, Bess's eyes narrowed as she replied to the stern older woman in the horn-rimmed glasses with, "I don't answer to you, Eloise."
Somewhat surprised at this, Eloise's eyes widened as Nancy and George looked at Bess with shocked surprise in their expressions as well.
Eloise's voice dropped a little further to inform, "No... No, Bess, I don't suppose you do. However, you do answer to your parents, and I don't think they'd be very impressed to hear about you dressing like this in public."
This thinly veiled threat wasn't lost on Bess, but her expression only became all the more defiant as she silently maintained eye contact while the closet lesbian went on with, "My god, do you realize that you were seen by a couple and their
children?
And the Hotel Manager! Why, we're just lucky he didn't throw us all out! Do you know how embarrassing that was for me? Are you three not embarrassed and ashamed of yourselves!?"
Rolling her eyes, Bess replied, "Eloise, those
children
were about our age and-"
"That's enough out of you!" Eloise snapped, her eyes lingering on the blonde's enticing curves before turning to George.
"Miss Fayne... what have you got to say for yourself? Running around out in public with your titties exposed like that? Look at your nipples! What would
your
parents say?"
George's only reply was to flush even deeper as she stared down at the floor between her feet. The dominance and self-assuredness she'd felt had evaporated at the sight of Eloise and she feared that her long sought after prize, her new relationship with Nancy, was about to come to an end before it could even start.
"Look at me!"
