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Even though Halloween had passed, my girlfriend wanted to drag me to a party in the city, at a private lesbian club she is a member at. Now don't get me wrong, I love a party - and partying with a bunch of girls is right up my alley - but going attached to Reenie was the shaky part.
Reenie and I aren't lovers as much as we are sex buddies. We didn't really hit it off in the friendship department, but physically we both decided that sex together was a hell of a lot better than masturbation. Fir several reasons my interest in girls is kept pretty hidden. Partly work, partly family, here at home I tend to keep that side of me quiet. For that reasons I was figuring my time here would be pretty dry, and then I met Reenie at work. Reen and I are complete opposites. She's short, I am tall, she's a physical fitness teacher, I am into computers, she's gay and I am bi. In temperament we are opposites as well. I tend to be more daring and volatile, she's quiet, but equally as determined as I am. She is also drop-dead gorgeous! Heart-shaped face, beautifully proportioned athletic body, blondish hair. I am much taller, also athletic with slightly wider hips than bust. Together we look like Mutt and Jeff, but we fit together well, physically. Emotionally we didn't hit it off at all. There is just something there. While she's incredible in bed, it's like nothing really touches her. I don't know what it is, but like I said, sex buddies, not lovers. For whatever reason it works for us.
The week before Halloween Reenie mentions this party. She has this idea about going as a big game hunter with me as her captive cat. Yea, right. I am not going anywhere as her anything. She seems to accept that but still presses me to attend the party. I figure what the hell, I can always do with a good time and being in an anonymous crowd in the city would let me let my hair down a bit.
First bone of contention is Reenie's idea of a costume. Now I am not naive, but a cat's tail with an inflatable plug which goes you-know-where. Um, no effin' way. I mean I have a great catsuit and not only am I not cutting it for this thing, the idea of walking and dancing with this thing in me didn't sound like fun. Reenie acted all hurt when I declined, but I made it up to her later that afternoon. I can't believe she brought that thing to work to show me. Don't get me wrong, I love all kinds of toys, and my rear is certainly not virginal, but you try dancing with something like that! I dare you! The second problem was her wanting me to wear a collar and leash. She talked me into the chain collar, but no leash. I wasn't going as her captive or even her property. I was going to party and didn't want anyone to think she had any rights on me.
Friday rolls around, I pack my costume, with my more typical tail, and after work, meet Reen at her place and we change and head into the city. She's all done up in a great silk blouse, crossed bandoliers and a gun belt, Wellington boots and a screwy looking pith helmet. She looked great, except for the helmet. Mine was wilder. A black body-hugging catsuit with a v-neck to show what cleavage I had, tiger striped open-front vest, laced, high-heeled sandals, a bendable tail done in a tight spiral, hair all blown out and a combination ears and partial face mask. I will admit looking damn hot. Oh, before I mentioned it, I am not exactly modest!
Reenie kept touching me all the way into the city. By the time we got there I was debating just finding a hotel room, but Reen wasn't going to miss this party. She warned me that things could get pretty wild and that I shouldn't be shocked. Reenie and I don't know each other all that well, but I doubt anything that might happen would be shocking. I've been in some wild clubs before including a party in a club in San Fran where the doors were closed and locked at 1AM and nobody left before noon the next day. Now that was a party!
We arrive a little later than planned, so we head right to the party instead of getting a hotel room. The club is close to the downtown area in part of the city I didn't know. It looked like an old brownstone building, but apparently all three floors were part of the club. The windows were dark; I thought we were in the wrong place. Reen explained that the windows are doubled covered on the inside for both sound and light privacy. The buildings on each side are owned by the club and rented as apartments to members. This way there are never any problems about late parties and noise. The whole arrangement whistled up thoughts of some serious money. Who owns three brownstones in this city? The real estate prices are unreal!
We enter the main entrance and a tall Viking of a female welcomes us and addresses Reenie by name. Reen intros me and I am amazed at the strength of her grip and the dazzle of her smile. Her name is Ing (pronounced Inj) and she says she's been looking forward to meeting me ever since Reenie told her about me. I am not used to looking eye to eye with most women, but Ing was exactly my height. Reenie starts laughing and we both look at her, still clasping hands.
"You two look like the image and the negative of a photograph,” she says.
Thinking about it, she was right. Ing is my height, blonde - almost white hair, dressed as a white cat, in a similar cut, but white catsuit with white-heeled sandals. We laugh and Ing pulls me close for a second. "Save me a dance later!", she whispers to me, her voice sending a chill of anticipation up my spine.
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Reen tugs my arm to drags me deeper into the building towards the noise that is obviously a party. "I didn't know Ing would be dressed as a cat, but I am glad she was, you two looked amazing together.", she says while laughing.
We enter another set of doors and into Wonderland. The rest of the first floor of the brownstone was wide open except for some structural columns. The room was brightly lit with lots of mirrors all around the room. It must have been almost 10,000 square feet. The center clears for dancing, small tables scattered around. A small bar with an all-girl band playing nice music perfect for dancing. My hips were already moving as I looked around the room at everything. Such a beautiful sight and no sign of any testosterone as far as the eye can see! OK, I know I am bi, but right now guys aren't an interest. I have no problems with them, just no looking for another no-brainer with a penis attached. The ceiling was at least 12 feet, and the walls covered in all types of mirrors, there must have been over a hundred of them. The room was full but not crowded. Small groups of women gathered at various points, quite a few on the dance floor. No a collection of supermodels, but an interesting group of women.
There is one thing I have always loved about a lesbian bar, the lack of a meat market attitude I have seen all to often. I hate walking into a bar and seeing every male head turn. I really hate to see guys looking through or past their girlfriends/wives to checkout whoever just walked in. I used to chalk it up to just curiosity, I mean I like to see who walks into a room, but I never interrupt a conversation to do it. Well I wasn't overwhelmingly aware of it until I walked into a girl bar in San Fran and damn few heads turned. Its funny, at first I thought there was something wrong with me :-). As time went on I realized that in most bars it's the guys who seem to keep their radar on all the time. In a girl club, you will get checked out eventually, but rarely as rudely as guys do it. I know, just whining, but it's a pleasant change!
Reenie starts dragging me deeper into the room. Her target is a small group sitting at a table. I hear someone call her name as I shrug off her hand to make my own approach. There are three women sitting at a table for 6. One is a delightfully plump red-head, a slender blond with a very introspective look on her face, and another blond with a very nice face, but more athletic a figure. The red-head jumped up and rushed Reenie, giving her a bone-breaking hug. The red-head was heavy, but incredibly light on her feet. Reenie returned the hug and gestured to me to catch up.
The red-head turned her green eyes to me and I realized that I was looking at an older copy of Reenie. "Brooke, meet my sister Regina.", she said. She pronounced it with a long i, like vagina. Regina smiled 1000 watts at me and held out her hand. "The name's Reggie. Renee is the only one who still calls me Regina."
I smile and take her hand. "Hi, I'm Brooke." She nods knowingly and it makes me wonder what kind of billing Reenie gave me. Reggie tugs me to a chair and quickly introduces me to the two blondes. Ann and Beth, but I am not sure which is which. A waitress appears and takes our drink order while I sit back and enjoy the atmosphere while Reen and Reg get caught up. One of the blondes keeps peeking at me through her hair. I can't figure out if she is Ann or Beth, but I am not worried about it yet.
The band strikes up one of my favorite songs and my hips start moving on their own. Reg notices and asks me to dance. Who am I to turn a dance down and we head out to some slow music. She holds me, and starts leading. I pull her a little closer so we can chat. I ask her what lies Reenie has been telling and she chatters in my ear the whole song about things apparently Reenie has said. Let's just say Reenie exaggerates. The dance was nice and Reg kisses me almost chastely and leads me back to the table.
For a wild party, things were pretty tame so far. In fact, kind of dull. The music was wonderful, and the drinks were not typical house brands. There was finger food galore, including my weaknesses of shrimp and crab. For some reason I caught an air of anticipation, but I wasn't catching any reason for it. I just decided to go with the flow and enjoy myself, letting things happen.
Two hours later and about 10 dances with different girls, I was starting to get a little antsy. I mean 10 different girls and they all hold me like I am their kid sister and offer simple kisses, or worse, kissy noises near my cheek. I was getting a little tired of it when Ing stalked into the room and closed the big double-doors from the entryway. I glanced at my watch and realized it was 10PM already. The band stopped in mid-note and we all watched as Ing made a big production about locking the door with a large brass key.
Applause broke out and the lights dimmed quickly. Hmmm maybe I had spoken too soon?
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