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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
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ask is that you now include your first name and age
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	   Behind The Curtain
      	      by Ann Douglas
                 Part 2

	Annette leaned forward and kissed Vanessa,
anxious to put the subject of her ‘coming out’ behind
them.  She cared more for her lover than she liked to
admit.  She knew she wasn’t ready for a
monogamous relationship and Vanessa hadn’t asked
for one.  But she knew she would miss her if she left.
	A sudden rush of excitement filled Annette as
she cupped both of Vanessa’s large breasts.  The
young woman knew that in the eyes of some of her
more feminist and politically correct friends, her
passion for women who had large breasts was
somewhat improper.  Her attitude to them was
‘screw them’, it wasn’t any of their business who she
took to bed.  It was a pity she didn’t have that
strength of will when dealing with her parents and
her straight friends.
	Her finger played with Vanessa’s erect
nipples, enjoying their hardness. One at a time she
lifted the heavy orbs to her mouth and sucked on
them.
	“Oh I love it so much when you do that.”
Vanessa purred, replacing Annette’s hands with her
own.
	Vanessa’s nipples, like her breasts as a whole,
were nearly twice the size of Annette’s.  The brunette
so loved the feel of them in her mouth.  Her tongue
swirled around the stubs, covering them with her
wetness.  Then she would slide them into her mouth
once more. Each time was like the first, exciting and
intoxicating.
	"You are magical, Vanessa,"  Annette said in
a sweet, sexy voice as she squeezed the dark breast.
	"Magical?"
	"Yes, magical.  I've never wanted to make
love to someone as much as I want to you right
now."
	Vanessa lifted Annette’s face away from her
breasts and once more kissed her softy on the lips.
Then the kiss became  harder and more passionate.
Annette put her arms tight around Vanessa's body as
the two opened their mouths and let their tongues
run from mouth to mouth. Back and forth in feverish
and anxious lesbian desire.	
	Annette felt Vanessa's magic move into her
body.  She gave up her body to her lover, offering  it
as a sacrifice to lust.  She wanted only to please
Vanessa and in turn to be pleased by her.
She hoped that if she could only make this moment
last forever, all of their differences would disappear.
	Vanessa took her lips from the younger
woman’s mouth and kissed her soft skin, licking her
face with her tongue.
	"Oh, Vanessa," Annette moaned.
	Annette was wearing a light nightgown that
hung from her body by a pair of shoulder straps made
of light, flimsy material.  Vanessa brushed those
straps from her shoulders and let the nightgown
move down Annette's soft, young skin.  Her firm,
rounded breasts with the pink nipples were soon
exposed to the black girl's passionate eyes.
	Annette's mounds were small but just as  full
and sweet as Vanessa’s.  Vanessa ran her lips down
them slowly, letting her love wait a bit before she got
to the little pink nipples that were already beginning
to turn bumpy and hard with excitement.
	Finally, Vanessa kissed one of those nipples.
Annette sighed and lifted it up with her hands so that
the black woman could more easily suck on the
pinkness that was there, waiting for her lips.
	 Vanessa stuck out her tongue and ran it
around the pinkness of the nipple.  Then she put her
lips on that pink circle and closed them tightly around
the good spot and began to suck with ecstasy and
excitement.
	Vanessa had made love to many women
before, but had never made love to a girl who seemed
to want it as badly as Annette did.  Vanessa sensed as
she sucked the nipple that Annette was trying to turn
this little late evening  love feast into something
special -- something that she could forever cherish. If
so, Vanessa was more than happy to help.
	Gently, Annette pushed Vanessa back and the
black woman let the nipple escape from her lips as
she moved back.  Annette put her hands on Vanessa's
shoulders and brought the sexy, black woman
forward for one more kiss.
	This kiss wasn't soft.  It was hard and filled
with passion -- passion that came from both mouths,
from both souls. As they kissed, Vanessa cupped
Annette's bare breasts in her hands and felt them as
they heaved with her lust.
	Now it was Annette's turn to return to those
black fountains of delight.  Before becoming
Vanessa’s lover, Annette had never really been
attracted to black women.  Now she found the deep
darkness of her skin an aphrodisiac.
	Annette took her time and waited for a few
seconds before she finally kissed one of the ebony
nipples that stood there, beckoning her like a
searchlight in the fog. Now she ran her tongue
around the nipple and closed her lips around it,
kissing it and sucking on it with pleasure and desire.
	And Vanessa was filled with pleasure too.  As
her younger lover sucked on her nipple, she ran her
hands through the girl's long hair and moved them
down Annette's bare back, letting her fingers run
lightly over the girl's tingling spine and feeling that
same tingle invade her own body.
	Then it was Vanessa's turn to move away and
stop the sucking of her orbs.  Annette gave into her
willingly, knowing that the pleasure had just begun.
	Vanessa stood up beside the bed and moved
her white panties down her firm, black legs.  Moving
them slowly as to tease her lover who she knew was
so anxious to see her black bush.
	But Annette was willing to wait, and in a few
seconds saw her mound, that beautiful tightly
cropped hair, and that little slit that was between
Vanessa's legs.  She licked her lips in anticipation,
bringing a smile once more to Vanessa.  Annette
couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness of her  cunt.
	Vanessa sat naked on the bed and spoke
softly but cheerfully to her love.
	"Now you." she said.
	Annette jumped up and let the nightgown fall
off her body to the floor.  Her legs were firm too,
and tanned by the summer sun.  She was still wearing
a pair of little, pink  bunny panties that came with the
nightgown.  She turned for a moment and wiggled
her ass at Vanessa.  Vanessa giggled at the sight and
Annette looked over her  bare shoulder and giggled
too as she slipped the panties down her legs.  Her
back was still turned to Vanessa and the first thing
that the black woman saw was the crack in her little
lover's ass. That round little ass looked so juicy, like
freshly baked bread.  .
	Annette stepped out of the panties and threw
them back over her shoulder at Vanessa.  The dark
woman caught them and held them to her nose,
smelling the sweet cunt wetness that was there, an
aroma she knew so well.
	Annette turned and spread her legs
triumphantly, moving her white, trembling hands
down the length of her sexy body.  She moved two
fingers into the folds of her cunt and moaned as she
felt the heavy wetness there.
	Vanessa watched her lover and as she
watched leaned back on the bed and spread her own
black legs, moving her own red tipped fingers into
her dark hole.  Matching Annette's motions, she soon
matched her moans.
	They went on for a few moments, both happy
with their own mastubatory revels to passion.  Both
grew even more excited because they knew that they
were together in this lust, this finger-fucking fun.
	Then, cued as if by some unseen director,
both girls pulled their fingers from their now soaking
cunts.  They looked at each other and grinned.
Annette stepped forward, moving toward the bed and
the lover she had wanted for so long.  Vanessa kept
her legs spread, welcoming the white girl into her
body.
	Annette put her arms out in front of her and
fell into the bed, catching herself on her hands and
hanging there over Vanessa's black and sexy body.
Annette's tits hung down low and rubbed against
Vanessa's darker breasts.  Vanessa cupped those tits
in her hands and pushed them up so she could bury
her face in the softness that was Annette's full
breasts.
	Then the white girl eased herself onto the
black woman's body and Vanessa lifted her legs high,
keeping them open.  She wrapped her legs around
Annette's back and held the girl firmly in her grasp.
The two women  started to hump each other, to feel
their clits hardening and battling each other in a
pleasurable way. As they moved together, Annette
lay her head next to Vanessa's and her hair fell across
the black woman's face.  Vanessa smelled that hair
and loved it, it was fresh like the morning.
	They started to sweat as they hunched each
other so furiously and they started to moan too,
feeling their pussies get wetter and wetter with the
fever of the moment.  They were both flooded with
the fires of lesbian desire. Annette put her arms
around her lover's neck and kissed the side of
Vanessa's face, blowing in her ear.  She ran her
tongue into that ear, letting it follow the little swirls
there.
	Then with Annette tight between her legs,
Vanessa began to turn her body, moving slowly until
she was on top.  When she was, she loosened her
hold on Annette's waist and the smaller girl lifted her
legs and put them around Vanessa's firm  body.  The
humping then continued with the sound of wet cunts
beating each other with joy, and the sounds of
moaning and pleasant whimpering.
	The two women moved with each other,
playing with each other's bodies, running their hands
over black and white skin. Vanessa linked her passion
with the sight of Annette's sweating  body that was
churning under hers with so much anxious love.
	Finally, after what seemed like hours,  they
broke apart and Vanessa rolled off Annette's heaving
body.  They moved on the bed, to the center and lay
next to each other, kissing and touching each other's
bodies.
	It was Vanessa who had the next lusty
thought.  She started to work her way down
Annette's body, kissing it and licking the perspiration
that was there, knowing that it was her perspiration
too as their bodies had become one.  She sucked on
the small pink nipples for a few seconds, then she
licked and kissed her way across her stomach.
	Her ebony lover paused again to run her
tongue into Annette's little navel, she put her finger in
another special place, moving it easily into Annette's
cunt.
	Vanessa worked the finger deeply unto the
soft pink pussy, moving the finger around and
around.  Feeling both Annette's dampness and her
heat, Vanessa began to move it quickly, like a cock,
fucking Annette in a wonderful way.  Then Vanessa
took her tongue from Annette's navel and ran it
through the light hair above the girls pussy, licking
that hair and blowing on it.  Making it damp and
cool, even though the girl's pussy was hot and ready
to explode with passion.
	When Vanessa was ready,  she moved quickly
on the bed, putting her face between Annette's legs as
she stretched those legs out and held them out with
her hands.  Then she moved her nimble tongue across
the folds  of  her pussy.  She felt Annette shiver with
delight and lust.
	"Yes, Vanessa, eat me,"  Annette moaned.
"Lick my pussy."
	Annette reached down with her own hands
and spread the pussy lips apart.  Without hesitation,
Vanessa dived in.  She lapped at the young and sweet
thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into
Annette.  Then she brought the tongue up and hit the
clit, causing sparks to fly through Annette's shaking
body.
	Vanessa ran her tongue against Annette's clit,
striking it with a feverish feeling that made Annette
feverish too.  Feverish with desire for more from this
woman's tongue.  And Vanessa was willing to give
more, for she knew that Annette would soon be
between her own legs, returning the favor with her
own soft tongue.
	Vanessa took the hardening clit between her
lips and sucked on it. She sucked and chewed and bit
on the piece of flesh and felt Annette's body respond
to each touch.  She knew she was driving her lover
insane with orgasmic feelings.  Looking up she
studied Annette as she sucked.  Annette was feeling
her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her head
back and forth on the bed.
	Then in a burst of fire, Annette came with
sighs and squeals.  As she came Annette took her
hands off her tits and put them on the back of
Vanessa's head, pressing her head deep into her
pussy, telling her dark skinned lover not to stop until
she had come with all her fury.
	And then it was over.  Annette relaxed and
lay on the bed in a twilight state of dreamy
fulfillment.  Vanessa lifted her lips from the clit and
licked her lips, savoring one last time the sweetness
of her new lover.
	She smiled up at her lover.  Annette opened
up her eyes and smiled down at Vanessa.
	"Now you,"  she said in a whisper of love.
"Now I want to eat you."
	"Yes...."  Vanessa purred. "I want you to do
that"
	Vanessa crawled back up the bed like a lithe
panther.  Lying beside her young lover, she took
Annette in her arms and kissed her again.  Their
mouths opened and their tongues ran together.
Annette could taste the sweetness of her own nectar
within her lover's mouth. For long minutes they
kissed lazily, savoring each other.
	Vanessa knew that the lust would grow into
fire again when Annette began to eat her pussy.  And
Annette couldn't wait.
	 Annette kissed her ebony love one last time
before starting her journey down towards Vanessa's
chocolate valley.
	"I love you...." Annette said as she paused on
her downward journey.  "I just want you to know
that.  I don't know how I can ever repay what you've
given me."
	"There's an easy way you can thank me."
Vanessa replied.
	Annette looked puzzled for a moment.
	The older woman spread her legs wide and
pointed to her open pussy and giggled.
	Annette had to giggle too.  She had almost
forgotten.
	"I will thank you in that special way," She
assured Vanessa, " and I will make it very special for
you"
	"I'm sure you will."
	Then Annette began to move down Vanessa's
hard, dark body, kissing and licking her breasts,
smelling the oily freshness of her skin. Following
Vanessa's example she tongued out the little black
navel. She moved her finger into Vanessa's other hole
that was so sweet, so wet and so inviting.
	The aroma of sex and the taste of fulfillment
almost made her pass out with joy.  Annette spread
the dark lips apart and moved her tongue into the
deep cavern.  The warmth of her mouth filled its
hollow.
	She heard Vanessa moan and felt fingers
running through her long hair. She was in heaven.
No matter what came in the future, this would always
be a moment she would look back upon with delight.
	Two days later they’d had their final fight and
she was gone from Annette’s life.


	“Can’t live in the past.”  Annette thought as
she dropped the scarf back into it’s bag.  “As much
as I’d sometimes like to.”
	Without hesitation, she dropped the bag into
the wastepaper basket near the dresser.  A common
friend had told her that Vanessa already had a new
lover -- one who was much more open about her
sexual identity.  If nothing else, she missed the hot
nights the two of them shared.


	Stepping into the bathroom, Annette was
about to start the water running for her shower and
then paused.  It was only seven-thirty, much too early
to rush out the door.  A bath would feel better than a
shower. She had plenty of time, after all, Scarlett’s
didn’t even open until nine.
	Annette eased herself into the old fashion tub
that was one of the things she loved about this old
apartment.  The heat of the water felt good as it
penetrated her body.  The tub was wide and long
enough that she could stretch her whole body out.
	After a few minutes of just soaking, Annette
began to wash with a large bar of perfumed soap.
The hot water felt good as it splashed across
Annette's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across
her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As
always, it felt good.
	Annette slid the bar of soap down between
her legs and began rubbing the wet mound.  Letting
the yellow bar float free, she slipped a finger inside
herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A second
finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was
furiously pumping them in and out. While the warm
water and her fingers caressed her love canal, her
thumb played against her clit.
	The 22 year old leaned and closed her eyes,
letting herself drift in her thoughts.  It wasn't long
before Annette's body began to tremble with the
approach of an orgasm.  Her mouth formed a silent O
as her legs and arms grew weak  and repeated waves
of delight rippled  up and down her naked form.
	For long moments she just drifted there, even
after her bodyquake had ceased.  She just listened to
the twin sounds of her heartbeat and the gentle flow
of the water as it bounced off her.  Those first
moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished.
	
	Eventually, the water began to cool and
Annette lifted herself out of the tub.  Dripping water,
she stepped up and out of the old tub and onto the
tiled floor.  She retrieved a large bath towel from
hook on the door and began to dry herself.
	Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth
against her nipples. Annette stopped for a moment
and  took a long look at herself in the bathroom's full
length mirror and took stock.
	At 22, she was just entering her best years
and she was determined not to waste them.  Her
breasts were a firm 36C, topped with bright pink
nipples.  Her stomach was flat and lean, the result of
a constant attention to her diet and exercise. 5’7” and
130 lbs, her long dark hair reached just below her
shoulders. She ran her hands down across her naked
body, enjoying the touch of her own hand.  As her
fingers brushed against her tightly trimmed bush, she
gently slipped a single finger within herself, enjoying
the memory of only a few minutes before.
	“Ooooo.”  she murmured to herself.  “I do
need to get laid.”


	After she finished drying herself off, The
brunette open the sealed bag and dressed herself in
the panties and bra.  Admiring herself in the mirror,
she smiled at the reflection.
	“It was your loss, Vanessa.” she laughed.
	Annette took another ten minutes sorting
through her closet, trying to find exactly the right
look to go with her mood.  Finally, after trying on
three other outfits, she was satisfied with the look of
the woman who smiled back at her in the full sized
mirror.
	The outfit was simple but it made a
statement. Slightly faded but comfortable jeans and a
wide black leather belt, both topped by a form fitting
black T-shirt.  The flimsy bra she wore was almost
invisible underneath it. She wore only the slightest
trace of make-up, preferring to go with the natural
look.  The only jewelry she added was a pair of small
silver hoop earrings and a matching silver bracelet on
her right hand. A pair of equally comfortable but
ridiculously expensive sneakers covered her feet.
Finally, the last item of her ensemble  was a black
leather jacket that had once belonged to her brother
but had long since been outgrown.
	“Well I don’t know about anyone else.”  she
laughingly said to her reflection. “But I’d sure as hell
want to go to bed with you.”

	Her little joke was abruptly cut off in
mid-laugh as the phone rang.  She hesitated a
moment, thinking she should let the machine pick it
up.  Then she remembered that the tape had broken
and she was supposed to pick up a new one on the
way home tonight. In the excitement of getting off
early she had forgotten all about it.
	“Hello.”  she said as she picked up the
receiver.
	“Hi sweetheart.”  replied a strong male voice.
	“Dad..?”  she answered, somewhat surprised
to find his voice on the other end of the line.  “Is
anything wrong?”  she quickly added.
	“No honey, nothing’s wrong.”  he said
reassuringly.  “Can’t I call my favorite daughter just
to say hi?”
	“Of course you can.”  Annette replied as she
thought that her older brother must’ve been out if
Dad was calling her.
	They had a few minutes of casual chatting,
before her father came to the point of his call.
	“Your mother’s gone out with one of her
girlfriends and I was wondering if you’d like to come
on over and watch a little TV with your old Dad.”
	“Gee Dad, normally I’d love to.”  she said in
her most dutiful tone.  “But I was just on my way out
and ...”
	“A date...?”  John Delany interrupted.”
	“Well not exactly.”  Annette said.  “But I’m
sure there will be a lot of interesting people there.
You never know ...”
	“Well in that case, let me let you go.”  he
said, his voice a mixture of both hope and
disappointment.
	“Bye Dad, I’ll call you over the weekend.”
she said before she hung up the phone.
	“One of these days I’m really going to have
to tell them.”  Annette thought as she looked down
at the phone.  “Yeah, one of these days...”
	

	Scarlett’s Rose was located up on the upper
east side.  Ironically enough, the cabaret was only
five blocks away from the apartment building where
Annette had grown up and her parents still lived.
During the day, the nondescript front of the nightclub
attracted little attention.  It was only after dark that
the doors opened and it resounded with the sounds of
entertainment.  By that time, all of the other
businesses on the block were long closed.
	Annette had been a frequent visitor over the
last few months.  Ironically enough, it had been
Vanessa who had told her about the club.  Actually,
she had told her about the existence of the New York
club after she had mentioned that back in California,
where she had gone to college,  she had found a
really great place to meet people or just hang out -- it
was also called Scarlett’s Rose.
	After a little investigation, they’d learned that
there were over twenty other Scarlett’s spread over
the United States and Canada.  She found that
somewhat humorous, a franchise chain of lesbian
social clubs.  Still, they had been the best nightspots
she’d ever been in.
	A wide smile came to her lips as she
remembered how she and her college roommate
Karen had stumbled onto the club one night while
they were looking for another club in the same area.
The place seemed pretty popular so they gave up
their search and decided to stop for a drink and check
the place out.  They had just ordered drinks when
Karen finally noticed that there wasn’t a guy in the
place.  Even the four bartenders were women.
	Annette had noticed that fact immediately but
didn’t mention it.  She was curious to see Karen’s
reaction.  Curious and maybe a little hopeful that she
might be a little receptive to the environment.
	“Oh shit.”  Karen whispered to Annette as
she leaned close to her ear.  “This is a dyke bar.
Look at all those lezzies on the dance floor.”
	A small look of disappointment had flashed
across the brunette’s face as she heard her friend use
that derogatory term.  She’d lost track of the number
of times she’d come home and found the door locked
because Karen was screwing the brains out of some
jock or another.  It was no secret that she was
heavily into guys but until this moment, Annette had
hoped that her childhood friend might be open to
other avenues as well.
	“So what.”  Annette replied in a neutral tone.
“It might be kind of interesting to hang around and
take a look.  Isn’t that what college is supposed to be
all about, opening your mind to new experiences.”
	“Not this experience.”  Karen said quickly as
she paid for her drink and then began to step away
from the bar, leaving the drink untouched.
	She got a few steps, then realized that
Annette was still at the bar.
	“You’re not thinking of staying here, are
you?”  she asked.
	“No, I guess not.”  Annette had said as she
looked around at all the women standing at the bar.
“But I’ll definitely be back.” she silently promised
herself.
	During the remainder of their senior year,
Annette managed to visited the club at least two or
three times a month.  Needless to say, she never
mentioned it to Karen.

	If anything, the Scarlett’s Rose in New York
was even bigger and more opulent than the one
Annette had visited while in school.  They were both
decorated in a turn of the century motif but the
Manhattan club was almost twice the size.  One
common denominator, aside from the name was a
large oil painting hanging in a place of honor.
	The portrait was that of a young woman in
her mid-twenties. She had long flaming red hair that
stretched down to her waist which was the first thing
you noticed.  It framed a creamy white complexion
that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes.
She wore a gown that was low cut, revealing a
healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face.
On the bottom of the frame was a small, highly
polished plaque that read -- Scarlett McMurphy -
1949.
	On her first visit here, Annette had asked
about the painting.  One of the bartenders had told
her that it was a portrait of the woman that had
originated the string of clubs for women.  Taking a
longer look at her beautiful face, Annette regretted
for a moment that she hadn’t been born a half century
earlier.

	Ordering herself a drink, Annette sat at the
bar and looked around.  There were only a few dozen
patrons, the club had only opened a half hour before.
The dance floor and the second half of the club
wouldn’t even open for another hour. She didn’t see
anyone she knew, taking that as both a plus and a
minus.
	It was always hard meeting someone new.
She always felt a little awkward during those first
chats as they sort of danced around various subjects
and felt each other out.   Yet, there was always the
chance of running into someone who really hadn’t
worked out.  That had happened to Annette a few
times as well.  Octavia immediately came to mind.
	She had met the 27 year old at the club’s
Halloween party last October.  Annette had come as
a female pirate, her unrestrained breasts practically
falling out of the loose blouse she had worn.  It had
taken quite a lot of liquid courage and
encouragements from Michelle to get her to go out
like that.  One look at Octavia had made her throw
all caution to the wind.
	She had long straight black hair that stretched
down to her waist, with pale white skin that made it
even more vibrant.  Bright blue eyes and even
brighter red lips completed the image.  The tight
fitting dress she wore, barely containing two
mammoth globes, made her look like an erotic cross
between Morticia Addams and Elvira.  It was lust at
first sight and they had met the dawn together.  The
attraction faded however when she met her for lunch
a few days later and found that Octavia dressed like
that all year round.  All she ever wore was black.  It
was a little too strange for Annette.
	Then there had been Anna, a married woman
she had met one night. They’d had a brief encounter
that only lasted a few hours in a nearby hotel.
Annette remembered she had the most beautiful
nipples and such caring brown eyes.  Unfortunately
she had been in New York only for a few days on a
trip and she had never seen her again.
	The image of Anna kneeing topless over her
own naked form suddenly vanished from Annette’s
mind as her wandering gaze abruptly stopped at a
young woman sitting at a small table across the
room.
	“Annette, this could be your lucky night.” she
said to herself as she picked up her drink and left the
bar.
	Carefully she navigated the room, which was
already much more crowded than when she had first
arrived. She tried to keep one eye on the woman’s
table, to make sure that she really was alone. In no
time at all, she was standing beside it.
	“Do you mind if I sit down?”  she said,
already moving into the empty seat before the other
woman could answer.
	“I guess not.”  she replied, slightly miffed at
the fait accompli.
	“Annette Delany.”  the brunette said with a
smile.
	“ Antoinette Martinez.”  she replied without
returning the smile.
	Antoinette was a tall Puerto Rican woman in
her middle 30’s.  About 5’9”, she had a dark olive
complexion and weighed about 150 lbs.  Her frame
carried the weight well, the type of woman you
usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black
hair topped a round pleasant face and thick bright red
lips framed a warm smile when she wanted it too.
	“Can I buy you a drink?”  Annette asked.
	“I’m still working on this one.”  the darker
skinned woman replied as she lifted her nearly full
glass to illustrate.
	“Oh.”  Annette said discouraged as the
meaning of her words became apparent. “I guess this
was a mistake.”
	Antoinette finally smiled. An action that
caused Annette heart to slightly flutter.
	“Another night it might not have been.”  she
said warmly.  “I think you’re pretty cute actually.
But tonight I’m looking for someone ... a little
older.”
	“Oh, I see.”  the younger woman said, a little
disappointed.
	“Actually, I was a little surprised when you
came over.”  Antoinette continued. “I figured you
were looking for the same thing.  It is after all
Wednesday night.”
	Now Annette looked confused.  She had
never been to Scarlett’s on a weeknight.  Did
Wednesday have any special significance?
	“I guess you weren’t aware that on
Wednesday nights, the crowd in here tends to be
somewhat older than during the rest of the week. Just
like on Mondays it’s much more butch.”
	“Is there any other night I should know
about?”  Annette asked, feeling just a little bit
embarrassed.
	“Well, unless you get into a little bondage
now and then, I’d avoid Thursdays if I was you.” the
older woman offered.
	“Do you come here on Thursdays?”  Annette
found herself asking.
	“I have, when the mood strikes.”  she grinned
in reply.
	“Well, this has definitely been very
informative.”  Annette said as she got up to leave.
“And I apologize for my error.”
	“No apology needed.”  Antoinette said, this
time her smile was genuine. “Like I said, another
night and it might be a little different. And by the
way, my friends call me Toni.”
	“Well it was nice meeting you Toni.”
Annette smiled back as she stepped away.
	Taking a last look at the Hispanic woman’s
38 inch bust straining against the simple denim shirt
she was wearing, Annette wondered what it might be
like to stop by on a Thursday night and meet Toni
again.
	     	


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