Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Emma's Daliance This story contains sexual situations that should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. This story is copyright Amanda 2003 (C) please do not reproduce this work without my prior approval as it is close to my heart. This story was inspired by a wonderfully talented writer. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---- Emma strolled slowly along the sea front, the warm summer breeze carrying with it the hint of thunderstorms. 'Should have brought a coat!' Emma sighed to herself, after 32 years living in England, the only place she had ever lived she often bemoaned on nights like this, she should have known that 3 hot days on the trot are all she could really expect. The air was humid making her flowered sundress stick in places she wished it wouldn't. Emma loved being able to wear summer clothes and secretly longed to be walking along a beach in the Seychelles wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini and a diaphanous sarong tied around her waist. 'Some day.' She breathed softly to the approaching storm. Right now all she had to look forward to was the 6-week summer holiday that she considered the major perk of being a teacher, the break, whose start she had just been celebrating with a few colleagues, started today, but as usual they all gradually drifted away with excuses of children or trains leaving Emma with a long lonely night ahead of her. 'Trust Andrew to go away today' Emma softly cursed, then even to herself admitted that it wasn't his fault he had to go away for work, or that he spent so many hours working these days he no longer seemed interested in her, claiming tiredness as a well worn refrain for slinking off to bed alone leaving Emma to trawl the internet looking for something a little more exciting, a little more fulfilling. She had even tried her hand at writing erotic fiction, for a while allowing herself to become the submissive little girl portrayed by her pen, trying to liven up the brief lesbian affair she had experienced at college, expressing through her words what she dreamt about in her waking life. But even this had eventually lost its edge. There was so much 'porn', a word she never really associated with her own work, out there that hers seemed like her soft sigh in the face of the nights oncoming storm. Emma considered the 'special meal for one' selection that currently resided in her freezer and her 5 foot 2 frame seemed to shrink at the thought. 'meals for sados' Emma called them 'meals for people who eat alone'. Emma wanted to host a dinner party for young people like herself; not sit in front of the TV with some aeroplane food in it's own little plastic bowl. The first spot of rain broke Emma's reverie and she thought about catching the bus home but on looking up realised she was only a couple of streets away from Gino's, the lovely little Italian bistro she and Andrew used to go to in their younger, more romantic past. Emma was troubled that she couldn't remember the last time they had been there. With the distant rumble of thunder threatening worse rain to come, Emma made a quick decision to go and shelter in the restaurant. With her high heels slowing her slightly as the wind started to blow her curly brown hair in front of her eyes Emma made her way through the small side streets leading away from the front. The rain was now coming full tilt, gusting on each roar of thunder. Emma rounded the corner on which Gino's stood as the rain started to cause small rivers to run down the edge of the road and, had it not been for the awnings over the shops, Emma would have been totally drenched by the time she reached the door of Gino's. Here fate once more decided to deal her a different hand to the one she had so far being playing. A silver Mercedes sports car pulled up at the kerb beside her, sending a plume of water over her hold up stockings from her feet almost to her knees. Emma fumed and as the car door opened was about to berate the inconsiderate oaf of a driver and tell him just what she thought of him. She was stopped in her tracks however when the door opened and first a black umbrella followed rapidly by a tall redhead in a sumptuous green dress alighted saying. "Oh I am so sorry, honey. I just saw the parking space outside Persephone's and just slung the car to a stop I didn't see you, or the puddle." Emma just stood there transfixed oblivious of the water still seeping down her stockings. She couldn't help admiring the young woman's dress it looked so stunning in its asymmetry. It was obviously expensive silk from the way it hung, off the shoulder on the left with a full sleeve on the right, both sleeves were straight to her elbow then open with a fluted diagonal edge that terminated in a point just above each wrist, it fitted tight around the waist and flared slightly over her hips until at halfway down her right thigh it mirrored the sleeves ending only inches above her left ankle leaving her right leg exposed. Emma realised the young woman must have been at least 5 foot 10 even disregarding the 4 inch stiletto sandals she was wearing. Suddenly lightning flashed behind Emma lighting the face of her assailant and like a strobe in a disco, burnt the image of red lips and deep green eyes on Emma's retina. Emma was so distracted by the young woman that at first she didn't put 2 and 2 together. 'What on earth is Persephone's' Emma finally thought and looking over her shoulder realised that Gino's was no more. Gone was the slightly flaking green red and white, replaced by a deep dusky pink. Emma sighed at the thought that yet another of her memories would remain simply that, out of reach never to be replayed in her hum drum life. With a shrug Emma accepted the younger woman's apology and having nowhere else to go opened the blacked out glass door of the restaurant. She was about to let it shut behind her when she realised the redhead was following her and so held the door for her. Emma actually found herself blushing as the redhead smiled and said "Thank you, Honey." The exterior paintwork was not the only sign of change in the restaurant, gone were the whitewashed walls and pictures of the owner's former home in Tuscany, replaced with dark terracotta bare walls made even darker by the subdued shell shaped uplighters on the wall that provided the now totally separate reception with its only source of light. No sooner had the door closed than, from what Emma assumed was the main dining room, a woman appeared. No aging Italian matron here, no this vision looked like she had just escaped from an old Robert Palmer video Emma had seen on VH1 only the other day. Quite simply she was dressed in black; from her patent leather high heels, up her stocking clad legs to the shortest, clingiest jersey dress Emma had ever seen. The fact that it came right up to the woman's neck and had long sleeves only added to the overall effect. Her jet black hair was cut short and appeared to be slicked back and her eyes where surrounded by smoky eye shadow. The only things that showed any hint of colour were her high cheekbones that were blushed with a rusty rouge and her lips that almost glowed they were so red and glossed. The woman in black completely ignored Emma turning what turned out to be a magnificent smile in the direction of the redhead and said. "Miss Amanda. How lovely to see you again." "Thank you, Jane." Amanda said returning the smile which remained as she regarded Emma and said "But I do believe this lady was here before me." Jane turned off her smile in the instant it took for her to turn her head in the direction of Emma and with a disdainful glance at Emma's soaked dress and stockings said. "I'm sorry. This is a private members club and if I'm not mistaken you are not a member." Emma was about to offer an apology and leave when Amanda said, whether for sport or some other motive Emma was not sure. "This lady is my guest, Jane. Please show her the respect that deserves." Jane turned back to Amanda and her obsequiousness made Emma's skin crawl as Jane said "I'm so sorry, Miss Amanda. I hadn't realised. Does that mean you will not be requiring Sally's services tonight, I'm sure she will be most disappointed?" "Sally may wait on us, and inform her that I will of course render the same tip as always." "Of course, Miss Amanda." Jane said, and giving Emma no less a disdainful look than before said to Amanda. "You will have to sign in your guest, Miss Amanda." Amanda took the pen that Jane held out to her and signed her name in the 'guest book' and passed the pen back to Jane. "I'm sorry, Miss Amanda but I need her details, we're a private club and the licensing laws." Jane started to explain and with a conspiratorial wink at Emma, Amanda said "Why don't you fill it in, honey, I can never spell your surname." Returning the smile Emma took the pen from Jane and filled in her name, address and a little reluctantly her date of birth, Amanda at her shoulder reading what she had put. With the pen placed on the reception desk again Jane spun the book around towards her and said "Thank you, Emma. "As a guest of a member of Persephone's, you are allowed to dine in the main dinning room if accompanied at all times by a member. Due to the licensing laws." Jane seemed determined to inform Emma about the licensing laws and unfortunately Amanda did nothing to stop her this time. "You are not allowed to purchase food or alcohol this must be ordered by the member. You are not allowed to enter any other area of Persephone's except in the company of a member." Jane then turned her attention back to Amanda and asked "Will you and your guest, be using the dressing room?" Emma really didn't like the sneer in Jane's voice as she said guest and what she thought is the dressing room. Amanda seemed to consider this for a couple of seconds before saying. "I don't think so, Jane." But as she looked at Emma's wet legs said. "However I think Emma might like a change of hosiery, have some sent to our table." Emma was about to protest but was cut short by Jane simpering "Of course, Miss Amanda. Please follow me." Jane opened the door through which she had emerged and Emma found herself 'tagging along' behind the 2 taller women as they entered the room. "I have your regular table, Miss Amanda." Jane said as Emma took a couple of seconds to take in the strange layout of the restaurant. Whereas Gino's had been light and noisy, the owner cramming in as many tables as the fire authorities would allow, Persephone's was dark and almost as quiet as the grave. The room was sectioned into small private booths that had red leather bench seats around the 3 enclosed sides allowing 4 people to dine in comfort or 6 if none of them had that awful habit of eating with their elbows sticking out. These booths were either side of a wide aisle and although the inside of the booths were hidden from view as Emma entered the room it was possible to see into them as you walked past. Emma, who was not normally that much of a nosey parker couldn't help but glance in as she passed. It was an eclectic mix of ages, body sizes and fashions, the only constant that they were all female and all in 'couples' some sat next to each other some across the table from each other. All in all Emma was led passed 4 pairs of booths and the only outfit that was repeated was worn by 2 youngish women, probably in their late teens or early twenties and consisted of grey pleated skirts, a white almost transparent blouse tied in a knot at the front exposing their navel, and a thin striped tie. Emma almost chuckled to her self at the 'school girl' outfits that were topped off with the girls hair in plaits and dark stockings and stiletto heeled open toed shoes. 'must be fancy dress night' Emma thought to herself as she was informed by Jane's fawning over Amanda that this was her table and that Sally would be along any minute to attend to them. Amanda smoothed the skirt over her backside as she slid across the bench and Emma did the same ending up sitting opposite her. "Can I get you any drinks?" Jane asked Amanda, pointedly ignoring Emma completely. "Vodka and Tonic's I think." Amanda replied not bothering to enquire if that was what Emma did want. Fortunately for Emma she did quite like the odd V&T. As Jane moved away, presumably to organise the drinks Emma couldn't help glancing at the couple in the booth across from hers. The one sitting the same side as Jane could not have been more than 21 and was wearing the most gorgeous powder blue suit that went really well with her expertly coiffured blonde hair. The other occupant was Emma guessed, at least 35 but with a still firm body that at this moment in time was wearing a pink gingham check dress with a short flared skirt and trimmed at the hem, short cuff and high neck with white lace, her long blonde hair in ringlets and pretty pink bows. As Emma glanced down, her eye caught by a movement under the adjoining table she saw that the young blonde had discarded her matching blue court shoes and was rubbing the toe of one stockinged foot up the calf of the older woman just above her white bobby socks and black patent t-bar shoes. Emma felt the blood rising in her cheeks and although she wouldn't admit it a stirring in her stomach. Embarrassed, Emma turned back to her dinner companion who sat silent, a small grin lighting up her bright red glossy lips. Unlike the other woman, Emma was not comfortable with silence and so found herself saying "I do like your dress, Amanda. It must have cost a fortune." "This?" Amanda said as she held out her arms, her hands turned in slightly so that the pointed open cuffs hung straight down leaving her forearms bare. Emma realised for the first time, at least consciously just how thin the dress's material was letting it almost mould itself to Amanda's large firm breasts. "A couple of hundred, tops." Amanda informed her. "But worth every penny if you like it." Emma heard the 'come on', was it a 'come on'. Emma was getting a little warm and glanced away from Amanda's chest as the blue suited 'businesswoman' slid round to sit beside her pink frocked 'little girl'. This was a trait Emma had of attaching labels to people, a bit of harmless fun to pass the time if she and Andrew were out on one of those rare occasions when he wasn't either working or sleeping. The 'businesswoman' slipped her left arm behind the 'little girl's' waist her right hand resting protectively on her knee. The 'Little girl' just looked straightforward chewing, Emma noticed, bubble gum. "Quite cute aren't they?" Amanda asked a hint of mischief in her voice and Emma dragged her eyes away and found them instead looking into Amanda's eyes. 'Such a beautiful green' Emma thought and would have happily spent the rest of the evening just looking into them but the spell was broken by a polite 'I am standing here please take notice of me' cough. Both seated women turned to the owner of the cough and Emma realised that she was wearing the same 'school uniform' as the 2 diners she had noticed on the way in. "Good evening, Miss Amanda." The tall leggy blonde said with a smile reserved only for Amanda, Emma might, she thought, have not been there. Then she remembered Jane's comment about Sally, for she assumed, correctly as it happens, that this must be Sally, and how she would be disappointed that Amanda had a guest and more enigmatically that Sally could wait on them instead. 'Instead of what?' Emma thought to herself, her normal sharpness dulled a little by the closeness of the air, although whether that closeness was to do with the late summer heat or the overt sexuality of Persephone's she would not have been able to say. Eventually, the penny dropped. 'Of course. The 2 similarly dressed diners were waitresses joining the patron for dinner if they were unaccompanied!' Sally held a small silver tray balanced daintily on her upturned left hand and from this she removed 2 clear cut glass tumblers who's contents fizzed slightly around the ice cubes that clinked gently against the sides. Having placed a glass in front of each diner Sally said to Amanda. "I have the hosiery you requested for Emma, Miss Amanda." Emma found she didn't like the way Sally said 'Emma' leaving aside the lack of the 'Miss' she and for that matter Jane used for Amanda. Sally passed a flat cardboard package to Amanda and Emma could see they were a very nice pair of Charnos 'Light fantastic' lacy hold ups 'with lycra', at 7 denier they were more sheer than Emma would normally buy but her legs did still feel damp. "Thank you, Sally." Amanda said dismissing the waitress, disappointed diner? "I'll call you when we are ready to order." With a "Yes, Miss Amanda." Sally moved away and Emma couldn't help seeing that the 'businesswoman' now had her right hand up the 'little girl's' skirt and was whispering something in her ear, the 'little girl' continued to stare ahead chewing her gum. "The one in the pink is Debra." Amanda informed Emma who on hearing Amanda's voice turned to her companion who held out the stockings with a smile as she continued. "And the one who is surprisingly still wearing the suit is Carla." "Are they both 'members'?" Emma asked emphasising the word as she took the package with a small smile of thanks. "Debra is." Amanda confirmed. "Carla is one of the waitresses although I understand she has been put up for nomination, presumably by Debra." Emma was intrigued. "Nomination?" "That's how you get to be a member, well that's the free way anyway, you can always buy your membership but believe me it isn't cheap." Amanda explained. "To be nominated you have to have spent time on the staff, so to speak." "I see." Emma said; even if she didn't completely. Emma swallowed hard as she noticed Carla nibbling Debra's ear, her hand moving obviously beneath Debra's skirt. "Don't worry they'll more than likely move to a private room soon. Why don't you change your stockings." Amanda said and Emma was about to get up when she realised she didn't know where the rest rooms were. "Er where's the 'little girls room'?" Emma asked. "I'll have to take you; can't have a guest wandering around alone what ever would the licensing people say." Amanda said, mocking Jane's obsequious tone and bringing a small laugh from Emma. The 2 women slid out from the table just as Debra started to show some emotion, although still staring blankly forward Emma could see her breathing was coming in short gasps as Carla nuzzled her neck and ears and let her fingers play beneath Debra's little pink skirt. Amanda held out her hand to Emma who found herself almost involuntarily taking it in hers and allowed herself to be led passed the remaining 2 booths only one of which was occupied, by a woman in her early 40's and one of the uniformed waitresses who was taking a bite of a strawberry held out by the other woman. Once passed the booths Amanda led Emma down a dark corridor passed several closed doors each with a number and a 'vacant/engaged' sign, most read 'vacant' but a couple were obviously occupied and Emma was sure she could hear the sounds of passion emanating from at least one of these. The final door was obviously the rest room as it had a silhouette of a woman on a chrome plaque. Emma was surprised at first that there wasn't a second room with a male but then she realised she hadn't seen any of those since she'd entered. Amanda pushed the door inwards and, still holding her hand, Emma followed. The room was large and clean with a black and white tiled floor. Along one wall were several sinks set in a flat marble shelf and mirrors with small lights around to help adjust ones makeup. The other wall held the stalls, each containing a toilet bowl but the walls were much wider apart than Emma had ever seen before and then she noticed than none of the stalls had doors. "Sit on here." Amanda said releasing Emma's hand and patting the marble shelf. The shelf was just above Emma's waist and so the turned so that the shelf was against her lower back and placed her hands on the cold hard surface and made to lever herself up but didn't quite make it. She was about to try again when Amanda said "Here let me help." She placed her hands either side of Emma's waist and as Emma made a little jump she felt Amanda lift her up and back her breath catching as she felt the coldness of the marble on her arse. Amanda left her hands on Emma's waist a few seconds longer than was absolutely necessary and Emma found herself once more losing herself in Amanda's eyes. "No point in wasting the trip." Amanda said releasing both Emma's waist and her eyes. Emma started to remove her damp stockings as Amanda lifted her dress and lowered a pair of green silk panties and sat on the bowl in the stall directly opposite Emma. Emma tried not to look concentrating on removing her other stocking but couldn't help looking up as she heard the distinctive sound of liquid spraying ceramic. Amanda was looking straight at Emma making her blush as she fumbled with the cardboard packet containing her replacement hose. As she withdrew the wonderfully smooth stockings she glanced once more at Amanda who had just finished 'using the stationary' but Emma noticed she made no move to stand, she simply sat there with her panties around her ankles. Taking the first stocking and after first pulling the new hose over her hand she bent her leg at the knee, causing her light cotton dress's hem to fall towards her panties, and with pointed toes, slipped the sandal toed stocking over her foot. With slow measured movements Emma let her hands move up her calf and over her knee, her leg now pointing up at 45 degrees to the floor allowing her to seat the elasticated lacy top around her upper thigh. Forgetting her self or at least where she was Emma let her hands flow over her stocking clad leg as if smoothing imaginary creases. Suddenly aware of what she was doing she glanced at Amanda still seated on the toilet her left hand stroking her own bestockinged thigh whilst her right, shielded partly by her lifted dress moved rhythmically against her bare labia. Emma felt a rush of sexual excitement she hadn't known for years and taking the second stocking repeated the procedure, this time however her eyes were transfixed on her dinning partners mounting excitement. As Emma finished the second leg she let her leg fall so that her thighs were pressed against the marble shelf slightly apart from the other and with her dress's hem pushed back displayed her Ivory silk French knickers to Amanda. Amanda stood, stepping out of her panties that she left in front of the toilet bowl, and approached Emma slowly, her expensive silk dress flowing back into position like water running over rocks in a stream. Amanda stood, her body resting on the edge of the shelf between Emma's legs, parting them even more. Emma trembled slightly as with her eyes locked on Amanda's she felt Amanda's breath on her mouth and was sure she heard Amanda call her 'my little slut' as their lips met for the first time. To be continued?