Masks
by Ann Douglas
“This,” thought Taylor Stuart as she dropped exhausted into
the empty salon chair and ran a hand through her long waist length
hair, “has got to have been the worst day of my life.”
Sitting back with her eyes closed, the twenty four-year-old
brunette reviewed the events that caused her to make such a
declaration. Her first disaster of the day had actually started the
night before with the sudden arrival of her sometimes lover,
George Williams, at her apartment.
The relationship between the two was based largely on sex
and little else. George had a cock that looked like it should be in a
porn film and was, at least in Taylor’s opinion, one hell of a fuck.
At first she had been a little annoyed at his showing up so
unexpectedly at her door.
Then George had started to turn on the charm. Coupled with
the lucky absence of her roommate Donna, who had a family
emergency and had to spend the night at her parents, one thing
had led to another. Before long they were rocking the sheets like
a couple of rabbits.
After a night of boisterous lovemaking, they started an
encore presentation early this morning. Taylor had her face
buried in a pillow as George plowed his cock into her. He was just
about to come when he called out her name. Unfortunately, he only
thought it was her name.
“God, Donna,” he’d yelled, “you are so fucking tight!”
Needless to say, Taylor lost all sexual interest when she
heard her roommate’s name. In the hour they had argued after
that, she’d learned that George had actually come over to get it on
with Donna, and had settled for Taylor when he found she wasn’t
there. Worse yet, the fight had made her late for her job at the
Salon.
Her second conflict of the day was with Anna Mugavero, the
fifty-two year old owner of the Beauty Salon. This was the third
time Taylor had been late this month and Anna spent fifteen long
minutes pointing out that if it happened a fourth time, she might
as well stay in bed for good.
Taylor suffered in silence as Anna dressed her down in front
of everyone else in the shop. She knew that it wasn’t just her
being late that had set the older woman off. Karen and Sonny, two
of the other girls had worse records than she did and didn’t have
to put up with half this crap. No, Anna had it in for her for a far
different reason.
The previous December, the Merchants Association had
sponsored a grand Christmas and New Years Party at Roselli’s
Catering Hall. Every business in the area had contributed to the
party and it had been full of good food, good music, and really
great booze. Sometime about eleven, when the party was really
rocking, Taylor had gone looking for the ladies room.
After two wrong turns, Taylor thought she’d found the right
door. Unfortunately, it had been Roselli’s private office instead.
Even more unfortunate was the fact that it wasn’t empty. There,
kneeling on the carpeted floor, was a very drunk and semi-naked
Anna Mugavero. She was in the process of blowing the 69-year-old
Tony Roselli.
Giddy as she was, Taylor had taken one look at Roselli’s cock
sliding in and out of Anna’s mouth and burst out laughing. In her
intoxicated state she couldn’t stop giggling, no matter how hard
she tried.
The next morning, despite a first class hangover, she had
gone over to Anna’s apartment to apologize. Considering the things
she had done drunk, Anna blowing the old man was kid stuff.
Besides, it was only the surprise of having walked in on them that
had set her off. For an older man, Mr. Roselli was in pretty good
shape. And as for Anna, well she did run a beauty salon and knew
how to always bring out her best. She’d seen couples doing it
before, and it wasn’t if she’d run off and told Mrs. Roselli that
Anna was sucking off her husband.
But Anna wanted no part of any apology, no matter how
contrite it might have been. Since that night, neither of them had
ever mentioned the incident again. Yet Anna never let an
opportunity pass to embarrass her as she felt she had been
embarrassed.
Problems three and four came in the persons of Mrs.
Elizabeth Katts and Miss Evelyn Donacello, two of the Salon’s
oldest and most demanding clients. Anna Mugavero took a
perverse delight in always assigning them to Taylor. Even
individually, either woman was enough to try even a Saint’s
patience. Today, both of them had more than earned their
reputations.
It was only after lunch that Taylor thought her day might
be changing for the better. She smiled when she saw the name
Kathleen Foster in the appointment book. Kathleen was her
favorite client, the antitheses of the two women she had to deal
with in the morning. Many times Anna had tried to assign Kathleen
to one of the other girls, but the twenty-six year old
businesswoman would hear nothing of it. It was that way with a lot
of Taylor’s clients and the reason Anna kept Taylor on despite
their mutual antagonism.
Taylor loved working on Kathleen for two reasons. Kathleen
was exactly the type of woman Taylor wished she could be more
like. Confident, dynamic, successful, all the things she didn’t see in
herself. Despite all of that and the difference in their
backgrounds, Kathleen never looked down at Taylor as some of the
other clients did.
If you put the two women side by side, they shared a certain
physical similarity as well. Both were brunettes of similar shades
and stood five seven. Even their measurements came close, with
Taylor having a slightly larger bust.
Taylor and Kathleen chatted while she worked on her hair.
Kathleen told Taylor that she was going to a big Halloween Ball
tomorrow night and wanted to look her best. Taylor remarked
that she was going to a costume party herself, but she was sure
the people at the two parties would be quite different.
Kathleen replied with a knowing smile. The sort of grin that
said Taylor couldn’t image how true her remark really was.
“I’d invite you to my party but I’m not sure you would...”
Kathleen started to say, then suddenly gasped for air.
It was that moment that all hell broke loose. Kathleen
suddenly turned pale and started to shake uncontrollably. It was
immediately obvious to Taylor that her client was having a seizure.
A woman in the next chair screamed in shock, an action repeated
by several others, including Anna Mugavero. Panic, as always, was
contagious.
Or so it seemed. Taylor, however, kept her cool. Back in
high school, the beautician had entertained the idea of becoming a
nurse for half a semester. She went so far as doing some
volunteer work at the local hospital. Work that involved taking
some basic emergency aid courses. In a flash, all of those old
lessons came back to her.
“Call for an ambulance!” Taylor called out as she reacted to
the crisis and made sure that Kathleen didn’t choke. “Don’t just
stand there you stupid bitch!” she yelled at Anna when she saw
her just standing there, paralyzed with fear. “Call the
paramedics!”
Finally spurred by Taylor’s words, Anna reached for the
phone. Thankfully, Saint Mary’s Hospital was only ten blocks away
and help arrived in minutes. As they carried Kathleen away, Taylor
could feel Anna’s eyes burning into her back. She was sure she
could kiss this job goodbye after her outburst.
“I’m going to overlook your impertinence this time,” Anna
said, ignoring the fact that it was only Taylor’s quick action that
had helped Kathleen. “Seeing as it was an emergency and so many
people were panicking. But I still expect you to stay tonight and
clean up, make up that lost time from this morning.”
Taylor replied with a nod, afraid if she opened her mouth
she would say something that Anna wouldn’t like. When she
thought about , Taylor realized that Anna wouldn’t let her foil go
so easily. Silently however, she resolved to find the courage to
make some changes in her life. Beginning with finding a better
place to work.
Later in the day, before she started to clean up, Taylor
called the hospital to check on Kathleen’s condition. Normally they
wouldn’t give out such information to a stranger on the phone. But
when she explained to the Nurse that she had been the one to give
first aid to the stricken woman, the Nurse felt a little more
sympathetic. She told her that Kathleen was doing fine, but that
they were going to keep her over the weekend for observation.
That pleased Taylor. Anna hadn’t even bothered to call before she
went home.
Opening her eyes, Taylor happened to spot a silver and gold
envelope sticking out from under one of the cabinets. Curious, she
bent down and picked it up. To her surprise, the name of Kathleen
Foster was on the envelope.
“This must’ve fell out of her purse when it was knocked off
the counter.” Taylor thought as she wondered what was in it. “Only
one way to find out.” she added.
It turned out to be the invitation to the Halloween Ball
Kathleen had been talking about. The Ball was being given by
something called the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund. Taylor had
never heard of before. She had, however, heard of the Grand
Astoria Hotel, which the invitation showed as the site of the Ball.
Only last week, Taylor had read an article about the multi-million
dollar restoration of the old hotel and how it was going to have a
big Grand Re-Opening next month. Evidently, it seemed that this
Sean McMurphy Fund was able to book the entire Hotel for their
Ball before that.
“The ticket for the Ball even comes with a room,” Taylor
noted as she read the rest of the papers in the envelope.
It seemed Kathleen had been nominated for membership in
some sort of professional society and as part of that nomination,
the society was picking up the tab for the entire weekend at the
Grand Astoria.
“Just think of all those people at the Grand Astoria,” Taylor
said to the empty salon. “Enjoying shrimp and champagne while I
eat cheese doodles and Pepsi at Monica’s party. I bet there’s a lot
better class of men at that party too. At least ones who wouldn’t
be trying to grope her ass after a few beers.”
Putting all the papers back in the envelope, Taylor thought it
was a shame that Kathleen was going to miss the Ball. She
imagined again all the professional men that must attend functions
like that and tried to remember Kathleen ever mentioning a
boyfriend or anything. Or was she, Taylor wondered, one of those
women so wrapped up in their careers that they had no time for
romance.
“Look at me criticizing someone else’s love life.” Taylor went
on, “Like I’ve had such great luck with men.”
Looking up at the clock on the wall, Taylor decided she’d put
in as much extra time as she needed to make up for being late this
morning. She’d half expected that bitch Anna to call from home to
make sure she was still here. Tossing the gold envelope into one of
the wastebaskets, the twenty-four year out headed for the door
and home.
“Too bad I couldn’t change places with Kathleen for the
night,” she mused as she pushed the invitation from her mind.
“It’ll probably be a hell of a party.”
Taylor had locked the door behind her and was halfway down
the street when she paused. A fantastic thought filled her mind.
“Why couldn’t I?” she thought. “Why couldn’t I go in
Kathleen’s place? After all, it’s a Halloween Ball. Everyone’s going
to be in a costume. And it’s not like she paid for the tickets, so I
wouldn’t be stealing or anything like that.”
As quick as Taylor tried to think of new justifications for
acting on this crazy impulse, another voice inside of her responded
with reasons what she shouldn’t. It finally came down to the
memory of Anna’s shrill voice and how she treated her like trash.
If she was going to make some changes in her life, maybe a little
adventure was as good a place to start as any.
With a smile on her face and a new determination in her
heart, Taylor spun on her heels and went back to the Salon. Two
minutes later she was again walking down the same street, this
time with the coveted invitation in her hand.
* * * * * * *
“Good afternoon, may I help you?” the pretty young Asian
woman behind the counter, whose nametag identified as Mei-Ling,
looked up and asked.
Taylor took a deep breath before answering. What seemed
like a good idea only last night, now seemed like insanity in the light
of day. It had taken her over a half-hour of debate within herself
to even step into the hotel, much less approach the check in
counter. Right now, part of her wanted to just turn and run.
She had spent a good part of the morning trying to decide
how a young businesswoman would dress when going to a hotel.
Finally she decided a simple blue print would be okay.
“I’m ... Kathleen Foster...” she said in a low hesitant voice, as
if afraid that bells and alarms were about to go off. “I have a
reservation.”
The pretty girl, who Taylor thought couldn’t have been more
than eighteen, smiled once more and typed Kathleen Foster into
her computer. It was only a moment before the confirmation came
up on the screen, but to Taylor it seemed like an eternity.
“Here we go,” Mei-Ling said. “Room 314 in the west wing. A
very nice room. If you’ll just fill out this registration card, I’ll
have one of our bellhops help you with your bag.”
As Taylor filled out the small card, careful to fill in the
information for Kathleen Foster, she didn’t notice one of the two
bellhops who had been stand a dozen feet away, respond to
Mei-Lings summons. If she had, she might have found it surprising
that they were both young women as well.
“I can handle my bag,” Taylor said automatically, “It’s just
the one.”
“”Very good,” the Asian woman said as Taylor handed back
the card. “Now I just need your credit card to make an imprint
and you’ll be on your way.”
“My credit card..?” Taylor asked in terror, a sudden chill
flashing through her.
“Is there a problem?” Mei-Ling asked.
“I thought, what I mean is...” Taylor started to say as she
tried to think of a reason why she wouldn’t have a card.
She was about to make a show of looking for her wallet in
her purse and then saying she must have forgot it at home. If
nothing else, she would then leave and never come back.
“That won’t be necessary, Mei-Ling.” said another voice
from behind Taylor.
The brunette turned to see a tall, dark skilled woman with
very short curly black hair standing next to her. She was wearing
a navy blue jacket, white shirt and matching skirt. Taylor guessed
that she was in her early thirties.
“Ms. Foster is one of our new nominees,” the black woman
said. “The Foundation is taking care of all of her expenses.”
“Of course,” Mei-Ling replied as she typed in the proper
code on the registration. “Welcome to the Grand Astoria, Ms.
Foster.” she beamed as she handed Taylor an electronic key to her
room. Enjoy your stay.”
“Thank you.” Taylor said in a relief filled voice.
“Are you okay?” the woman in blue asked. “You seem a little
flushed.”
“Just the excitement, that’s all.” Taylor quickly covered.
“Of course.” came the reply. “I’m Sanura Jackson, head of
the Foundation’s Membership Committee.”
“Nice to meet you.” Taylor said as she reached out to meet
Sanura’s outstretched hand.
The smile on her face was genuine. If the head of the
membership committee didn’t spot her as a fake, then she was
home free.
“Do you also work here at the hotel?” Taylor asked, trying
to make conversation.
“Me? Oh no. In real life I’m a specialist in corporate
security. I did almost ten years with the government, then opened
my own business.”
“I’m sorry, I though when I saw you and the girl at the
counter wearing the same pin that...”
“This pin?” Sanura asked, a touch of confusion in her voice
as she indicated the gold pin on her lapel. “You must’ve seem one
of the Foundation’s pins before?”
“Of course, where is my head this afternoon?” Taylor asked
herself. “It just looked a little different in this light, that’s all.”
Sanura seemed to accept that answer, or so Taylor hoped.
“Actually none of the people here are hotel staff.” Sanura
went on. “We prefer to use our own Foundation volunteers when
we have functions like this. It tends to keep things more private.”
“I understand.” Taylor answered, as if she had the slightest
idea what Sanura was talking about.
“Actually it was McMurphy Industries that bought and
renovated the hotel. And since Scarlett still heads the Board of
Directors, there was no problem with us borrowing it for the Ball.”
Taylor continued to agree, wondering if she was supposed to
know who Scarlett was.
“It’s too bad she’s stuck in the Caribbean by that storm.
She usually never misses one of the Foundation’s bashes. I hope
I’m that active when I get to be her age.”
Letting out a secret sigh of relief when they got to the
elevators, Taylor hoped Sanura didn’t insist on seeing her up to her
room as well. Thankfully the taller woman stopped short of that.
“Well thanks for your help.” Taylor said.
“Not really much in the way of help, but you’re welcome.”
Sanura replied. “Maybe later, after you’ve settled in, we can have
a drink or something. I’d like to get to know you a little better.”
“I’d like that.” Taylor answered to be polite, hoping that she
didn’t run into Sanura again before the Ball.
As the elevator doors closed between them, Taylor noted
that Sanura seemed to be very pleased with her reply.
“I never thought someone into security would be that
friendly with people.” she mused as the indicator light turned into
a three. “Guess it takes all kinds.”
Once in her room, Taylor decided to take a little nap. The
Costume Ball didn’t start until eight. That gave her more than a
few hours to kill. Stripping down to her underwear, she noted that
the room she had been given was a lot better than her apartment.
She didn’t want to even think about what it would normally cost per
night.
She undid her bra, dropping it onto the floor. Strong
fingers massaged her rounded breasts, bringing back the sensation
she sometimes lost when her bra was too tight. Mentally she made
a note to buy some new ones, but knew that there was always more
demand on her paycheck than she could afford.
“Enough of that.” she laughed as she dropped on the still
made bed. “I’ll worry about everything else on Monday. This
weekend is for having fun.”
Stretched out semi-nude on the bed, she closed her eyes
and drifted off to sleep. In her dreams she could imagine that
this life was hers for real.
“Oh God, it can’t be morning already.” Taylor groaned as she
rolled over on the soft bed toward the ringing sound that had
disturbed her slumber.
It took a few seconds for her to grasp that it was the phone
and not her alarm clock that was ringing. The realization that this
wasn’t her apartment a brief moment later snapped her fully
awake.
“Hello..?” she said into the receiver as she lifted the phone.
“Good Evening, Ms. Foster.” said a lyrical voice over the
phone. “You asked for a reminder call at six forty five.”
“Oh yes, I did, didn’t I? she remembered. “Thank you very
much.”
With renewed energy, she bounced off the bed. The nap
had been a great idea. Now she felt like she could go all night.
“Well as I’m sure Cinderella once said,” she laughed. “It’s
off to the Ball I go.”
Taylor closed her eyes as she stepped into the shower and
warm water splashed against her skin. It felt great after her nap.
She was as excited as could be about her little adventure. There
was such a forbidden nature about it all.
Running her hands down her soapy body, down between her
legs, Taylor discovered she was aroused. Normally she didn’t get
that way again until a few days after she and George had one of
their marathon screwing sessions. Yet as she played her fingers
over her body, she suddenly felt as horny as if she’d been celibate
for a month.
“Must be the new me.” she laughed to herself. “Hope I find
a cute guy tonight to take care of my itch. But just in case...”
Taylor again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples
to a familiar hardness. As always, her touch felt so good. Soapy
hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their way to
the light brown bush below. She continued down between her legs
and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soap trail of
bubbles in her wake.
Taylor let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her
mound. Running her other hand across her firm breasts once again,
she gave them a playful squeeze.
With a practiced hand that began to learn it’s skill when
she’d first masturbated at 13, Taylor parted her vaginal lips,
quickly finding the prize within. Closing her eyes, she leaned back
against the wall and began to rub herself.
"Oh yes." she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from
her cunt. "That feels nice."
She slid a finger up within herself, followed by a second and
a third. It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would have
to do.
It wasn't long before she was furiously pumping her fingers
in and out, stoking the tiny flame between her legs into a roaring
fire.
The warm water had turned to hot, filling the bathroom with
steam. The heat of which paled to that radiating across her
quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic
frenzy.
With water running down her face, her lips let go a quiet
sigh. Taylor felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of
delight rippled up and down her naked form.
Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the
shower drops, passed as the brunette rested against the now warm
tile. The water washing away the traces of her climax.
“Oh that felt good.” Taylor said as she filled her hands with
water and splashed it across her face.
Wrapped only in a towel, she stepped back into the room.
Taylor opened her bag and laid out the costume she had brought
with her. It was the outfit she had originally planned to wear to
Monica’s party. Not for the first time, she wondered if perhaps it
was a little too daring for an upscale party like this one.
“What the hell,” she concluded. “It’s too late to get a new
one now.”
Undoing her towel and tossing it on the bed, Taylor changed
into her third identity of the day.
The costume, what little there was of it, was a bright
flaming red. Appropriate enough considering who she was supposed
to be. The hem of her skirt ended less than six inches below her
crotch, showing an amount of skin only exceeded by the amount of
cleavage a very plunging neckline exposed. The thin material clung
tightly against her braless breasts, holding them in place and at
the same time, displaying all their charms. You didn’t have to get
too close to see the outline of her nipples pressed against the
fabric. Hanging from beneath her skirt was a short, forked tail.
On her forehead, held in place by spirit gum, were two small horns.
“You little devil you.” Taylor laughed as she looked at
herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door.
As a final touch, she pressed a small raccoon type red mask
against her face. That and a small pitchfork completed the
ensemble.
Turning around to check her rear reflection, Taylor saw that
any onlooker would have little trouble telling that she had left her
panties behind with her bra.
“Might as well live the part,” she laughed. “What’s the
worst they can do to me, ask me to leave?”
She walked out into the hall and called for people already
there to hold the elevator. The doors of which were already
closing.
“Thanks,” Taylor said to the woman in the 1920’s flapper
outfit who had held the door for her.
“No problem.” came her reply.
“Nice costume.” Taylor said.
“Yours too.” the flapper said, taking the time to really take
in what Taylor was wearing, or what she wasn’t wearing.
Turning to the other woman behind them, Taylor no longer
worried about any improprieties of dress. It was impossible not to
stare at the well-endowed redhead. She was going to the party as
Eve, a costume Taylor remembered Debbie Thomas wearing last
year. Unlike Debbie, this woman wasn’t wearing a bodystocking. In
fact, aside from a smile, all she was wearing was a g-string shaped
like a fig leaf.
“This party is going to be more interesting than I thought.”
Taylor concluded.
The Ballroom was already filled with at least a hundred
people when Taylor stepped in, with more coming in. She paused at
the organizational table and took note of were she was sitting.
Thankfully she didn’t see Sanura’s name at either her table or any
of the surrounding ones.
Making her way across the crowded floor, Taylor took note
of all the various costumes. There were people dressed up as
animals and characters from movies. As well as fantasy characters
and even superheroes from the comics. There were even folks just
made up as different professions.
“I could have come as a beautician,” Taylor laughed silently
as she spotted her table, “But I think the devil has a lot more fun.”
Finding her cardboard nameplate, Taylor took her seat.
There were six other costumes at the table, which she took in one
at a time.
First there was Snow White, right out of the Theme Park in
Florida. Although Taylor doubted the one at Disneyworld was so
well endowed, or put so much on that endowment on display. Next
to her was a woman in the traditional French maids’ outfit. A
version of which, like her devil’s garb, left little to the imagination.
Then came an older woman dressed as Cleopatra.
Sitting across from Taylor was an Asian woman in an outfit
that reminded her of an old time Charlie Chan movie. The woman’s
hair was done up in a bun and a decorative, red mandarin style
dress seemed to be spray painted onto her body. When she moved
to get up out of her chair to shift her tail, Taylor noticed the slit
of the dress ran from her ankle almost all the way up to her waist.
It took a third look to realize it, but the woman in the mandarin
dress was Mei-Ling from the front desk.
On the far end of the table was a black woman in a
cheerleader outfit, decked out in blue and silver. Sitting next to
her was another blonde, with a white dress that made her look just
like that famous photo of Marilyn Monroe. Finally next to Taylor
was a harem costumed Jeannie right out of the old TV series.
“I don’t believe this,” Taylor said to herself as she finished
her circumference out the table. “There’s not a single guy at this
table.”
Looking over at the table behind her, it occurred to her that
there were no men there either. A funny feeling began to form in
the pit of her stomach.
“I know I passed some guys at that table over there.” she
reminded herself as she looked back in that direction. ‘The ones
dressed as the Construction Worker, the Scarecrow and the
Pirate.”
That funny feeling exploded as she realized that all three of
them were women as well.
“Oh shit,” she said under her breath as she realized what
kind of party this really was. “I never would have guess that
Kathleen was a ....”
“Excuse me, would you like to dance?” a soft voice over her
shoulder interrupted her toughest.
“What?” Taylor said as she turned in the direction of the
voice.
“I asked if you would like to dance, Kathleen isn’t it?” said
the woman in surgical greens as she read the nameplate on the
table.
Taylor thought about it for a moment. She had said she
wanted to have an adventure -- wanted to be Kathleen for the
night. Looking at the short haired redhead before her, she
decided that Kathleen would definitely dance with her.
“I always wanted to date a Doctor.” Taylor joked as she
rose to accept the invitation, wondering if the thirty something
woman might really be one. The outfit seemed real enough.
“I’m Janice.” she said as she took Taylor’s hand in hers.
Out on the dance floor, it felt a little funny at first to be
dancing with a woman. To have her hold her as a man would. Then
as they got caught up in the rhythm of the live band, having
feminine flesh pressed against hers didn’t seem as strange. When
Janice pulled her even closer, Taylor could feel the woman’s hands
through the thin fabric covering her ass. Taylor could see the
delight in her eyes as the doctor discovered her lack of panties
and slid one under the skirt to caress bare flesh.
“My, you are a devil.” she whispered into Taylor’s ear as her
fingers touched her tightly cropped mound. “And a wet one at
that.”
Taylor should’ve been horrified at the idea of another
woman touching her pussy, or so she told herself. But tonight she
was Kathleen, and that was perfectly acceptable. Even when she
felt Janice’s lips press against hers at the end of the dance, she
willingly accepted the offering.
“I enjoyed our dance.” Janice said as they began to walk off
the floor.
“So did I?” Taylor replied.
“Maybe we can have another one later on” Janice said.
“Maybe.” Taylor mused as the two women parted.
Taylor didn’t go right back to her table. Instead she found
a spot where she could watch the rest of the dancers. They all did
seem to be having fun. If she ignored the fact that they were all
women, it looked like any other club she’d ever gone too. And she
had to admit, it’d been a long time since she’d felt this excited.
As she scanned the crowd, looking at some of the more
interesting costumes, Taylor stopped when she saw that of the
woman moving toward her. Wearing a long, very long, body length
blonde wig and nothing else, the subject of Taylor’s attention had
come as Lady Godiva. As abundant as her costume hair was, it did
little to actually cover what had to be a near perfect body. Every
time she moved, her hair would shift yet again, exposing another
part of her to view. It was a captivating sight and it was obvious
from watching many heads turn, that Taylor wasn’t the only one
who thought so.
“My, I’ve had a devil of a time finding you.” said the woman
who unexpectedly stepped in front of Taylor, blocking her view of
Godiva.
“Hi Sanura.” she said as she recognized the face that went
with the voice.
True to her profession, Sanura now wore the uniform of a
security officer, but not the sort you’d find on the job. Her hat
was standard issue, as was her short-sleeved blouse, except that
enough buttons were open to give everyone a plentiful view.
Instead of a skirt or trousers, Sanura wore matching blue hot
pants. The badge on her uniform had been custom made and read
pussy police.
“We didn’t get to have our drink.” the policewoman said.
“I took a nap and slept the afternoon away.” Taylor offered
in way of explanation. “Can I make it up to you with a dance?”
“Well it’s a start.” the black woman said.
Out on the dance floor, Sanura held Taylor even tighter
than Janice had. Taylor could feel the policewoman’s breasts
pressing against her own and her nostrils filled with the sweet
smell of her perfume. The song the band was playing was a very old
tune, exactly the sort of thing made for slow sexy dancing.
“I guess this is how a guy feels.” Taylor thought as she felt
the heat of Sanura’s body. “Not a bad feeling at all.”
Taylor felt the older woman’s lips brush against her cheek,
much like Janice had done. Then she went a little further and slid
her tongue along the groove of her ear.
Caught up in the moment, Taylor tilted her head and kissed
Sanura lightly on her lips. The tangy taste of her bright red
lipstick was a much different sensation from when she kissed
George.
Sanura kissed Taylor back, her lips just a little more
forceful. Just enough for her to slip out her tongue and press it
against Taylor’s mouth. The second time she did it, the brunette
opened her mouth just enough to let it make contact with her own
tongue. The spark when they touched was electric.
“I have to confess,” Sanura said as they broke the kiss and
continued to dance. “I was quite taken with you the moment I saw
you in the lobby.”
“You were?” Taylor said surprised.
“I’ve always had a weakness for pretty white girls. I know
it’s not very politically correct, but then again I’ve never been a
very PC kind of person.” Sanura went on. “But when I saw you, I
just wanted to pick you up and take you to bed. I hope that
doesn’t shock you?”
“No, it doesn’t” Taylor said. In fact, she was surprised to
find that the statement actually kind of excited her.
“Good, I’m glad it doesn’t.” Sanura smiled as she ran her
index finger down Taylor’s back.
“Are you wet?” Sanura whispered into her ear.
The question took Taylor by surprise. Before she realized
it, she had answer in the affirmative.
“Am I making you wet?” Sanura asked again.
“Yes.” came the whispered reply.
“Do you want me?” Sanura asked as she slid her hand
between Taylor’s legs and stretched a dark finger across her
pussy. A pussy that was far wetter than when it had been touched
a short time before.
“Do you want me?” Sanura finally asked.
Taylor’s head was spinning. Everything was happening all too
fast. She had to remind herself that she really wasn’t Kathleen
Foster. That was only a mask she was wearing, no more real than
the devil costume she wore.
“I want to rip that costume off you and make love to every
inch of your body.” Sanura said loud enough for several of the
women dancing closest to them to hear. “I want to make you come
so bad that you can’t stand.”
Taylor looked at the women around her who had heard the
comment. None of them seemed surprised or even embarrassed.
If anything, two of them seemed envious.
She looked back into Sanura’s dark eyes. It was as if she
had fallen under some kind of spell. She had never been in a
situation like this before. With guys, she had always been the one
in control. She had always been the one to decide what was and
wasn’t going to happen. Now she found herself looking down a path
she knew was forbidden, but was drawing her further down it with
each heartbeat.
“Do you want me?” Sanura asked for a third time.
Taylor couldn’t believe that the voice that answered was her
own. Or that the voice had said yes.
The answer had been barely a whisper, but Sanura had heard
it as if it had been broadcast over the hotel’s public address
system. She stopped dancing in mid-step and took Taylor’s hand.
“Follow me.” Sanura said as she led the little devil off the
dance floor.
As she stepped away from where they had been dancing,
Taylor heard one of the women, a 40ish redhead in a nun’s habit
call after her.
“Go get her Honey.” she said.
Still in a daze, Taylor wondered why she didn’t feel the least
bit embarrassed as she walked off the dance floor, every pair of
eyes on her. Or so at least she imagined.
Taylor, still holding Sanura’s hand, followed her out of the
ballroom and into a small empty office. On the door hung a
cardboard nameplate that read Sanura Jackson, Membership
Committee.
Soon as the door closed behind them, Sanura turned and
pushed Taylor against the wall. Then she threw her own body
against Taylor’s, their lips meeting in a violent collision. Taken by
surprise, Taylor opened her mouth to protest, only to have it filled
with Sanura’s tongue. She could feel the blue-garbed woman’s
hands on her breasts, squeezing them and massaging her nipples.
“God, you are beautiful.” Sanura said as she pressed their
lips together once more.
“What am I doing?” Taylor’s mind screamed. “What the hell
am I doing?”
Sanura never gave her time to answer that question as she
pulled open the top of Taylor’s costume, causing her breasts to fall
free. The ebony-skinned woman wasted no time in lifting a
rounded globe in each hand and guiding them one at a time to her
mouth.
Taylor gasped as she felt Sanura’s lips close around her
nipple. The sensation was more than electric, especially when the
woman in blue went to work on the tiny tips with her tongue. No
guy had ever felt this nice.
Back and forth Sanura moved, from breast to breast, leaving
a wet trail as she moved her tongue and lips across Taylor’s chest.
It felt so good that Taylor was no longer wondering what she was
doing. Right now all she wanted to do was go with the flow.
“Oh baby, you have such nice tits.” Sanura said as she kissed
them one last time.
Taylor was still backed against the wall as she felt the black
girl’s tongue again slide into her mouth. This time she eagerly
sucked it deeply, giving as good as she got. Going with the flow,
she reached out and pressed her hands against Sanura’s breasts,
feeling the fullness under her blouse.
Sanura reached down and undid what was left of the buttons
on her shirt, releasing her own larger mounds. Her skin was a
creamy mahogany, her nipples wide and dark. Breaking their kiss,
she lifted her left breast to Taylor’s mouth.
“Suck on this, sugar.” Sanura said as she grabbed Taylor’s
head and pulled her mouth to her thick nipple.
Taylor never imagined that one day she’d be sucking on
another woman’s breast, but now that she was, she was determine
to do her best. She knew how she liked her own nipples sucked and
she used that as a guide. That and Sanura’s encouragement were
enough for her to do a pretty good job if it.
“Yeah baby, that’s it.” Sanura moaned as she ran her hand
through Taylor’s hair. “Use your teeth on it. Make it good and
hard.”
And hard they got as Taylor worked with abandon on the
mixture of soft and hard flesh. Sanura grabbed her head and
shifted her mouth to her other breast. This time Taylor improved
on her technique. If nothing else, she had always been a fast
learner.
Sanura pulled Taylor’s face upward as they locked lips one
last time in a deep hungry kiss. She wrapped her hands around
Taylor’s neck, pulling her close so that the tips of their breasts
rubbed against each other.
“I have a surprise for you.” Sanura said with a wicked grin.
From her uniform belt, the policewoman produced a small
black plastic baton. It was an inch thick and ten inches long. She
slid it between Taylor’s legs and up against her wet cunt.
“Ooooo” Taylor purred as she felt the hard stick rub her
clit.
“It gets better.” Sanura laughed softly as she worked the
tip of her baton up against the opening of Taylor’s pussy.
“OOOOO” Taylor sighed even louder as it moved inside her.
“Like it, baby?” she asked as she eased it up inside of the
devil.
Continuing to press her body against Taylor’s, sharing the
erotic charge passing through her, the darker woman began to
slide the baton in and out of her like a cock.
“Tell me, baby,” she said into her ear as she worked the
truncheon in and out as fast as she could, continuing to kiss and
massaged Taylor’s body with her tongue and free hand as well.
“Tell me how much you love, tell me how good it makes you feel!”
“Oh yes,” Taylor panted. “Oh yes, I love it. I fucking love
it. It feels so good, so good!”
“And you’re going to come for me baby, aren’t you?” she
went on, driving the black rod at such a pace that it was almost a
blur. “You’re going to creme all over my big black stick, aren’t
you?”
“Oh God, “ Taylor called out, “Oh Dear God!”
She couldn’t believe how good this piece of plastic felt
inside of her. In Sanura’s hands it was driving her crazier than
George’s cock. And her mouth. What this woman was doing to her
with her mouth and tongue. If she kept this up, Taylor was going to
come in a few minutes, and come hard. Very hard.
Of course Sanura had no intention of stopping, or even
slowing down. If anything, she managed to put just a little more
into her efforts. From deep inside, from a place Taylor had only
managed to tap so very few times, a fireball of passion exploded
and saturated her body.
“AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Taylor screamed at the top of
her lungs. Normally not the type who vocalized an orgasm, this
time she let out with a scream that could be heard all the way back
in the Ballroom.
Sanura held on to the quaking body in her arms even harder,
sharing the heat of her climax. She kissed her as hard as she
could, muffling her cry. At the same time she drove her hand held
cock inside Taylor one last time.
“Oh God, that was intense.” Taylor said in an unsteady voice
as she leaned back against the wall for support.
After Sanura had let go of her, the younger woman’s legs
felt so rubbery that she thought she was going to collapse on the
floor. It took a few minutes before she could even manage those
few words.
The policewoman stood a few feet in front of her, the tip of
the baton in her hand now shiny with her sweet wine. When she
was sure she had Taylor’s attention, Sanura brought the baton to
her mouth and slid it inside. Whirling her tongue around it, she
licked and sucked it clean.
“Mmmm,” she said as she washed the last of Taylor’s juices
from her toy. “That is a lot better than trick or treating for
candy.”
The girl in the devil suit laughed at the bad joke. She could
already feel her strength coming back. With her lips still stained
by the last drops of devilish nectar, Sanura kissed her once more.
“I hope you enjoyed that, Taylor.” Sanura said as she ended
the kiss and took step back away from the semi-captive girl. “I
know I did.”
“Oh yes, I most certainly did.” she replied, exhaling deeply
as she leaned back against the wall, her eyes tightly closed. “I
most certainly did.”
She stood there for a few long moments, allowing her body
to relax and enjoy the warm feeling from their brief encounter.
Suddenly her eyes snapped open and a pale shadow covered her
face.
“What did you call me?” she gasped.
“Taylor...” Sanura said, her arms folded over her naked
breasts. “As in Taylor Stuart, of 532 Willow Terrace.”
“There must be some mistake,” Taylor said, a sense of panic
in her voice. “My name is Kathleen Foster. I ...”
“Kathleen Foster is currently resting at Saint Mary’s
Hospital following a seizure yesterday afternoon.” Sanura said,
the tone of her voice shifting into what she liked to think of as cop
mode. “Kathleen’s doctor is a member of the Foundation. In fact
she was the sponsor for her membership. I happened to run into
her right after I left you at the elevator. She mentioned it was a
shame that Kathleen was in the hospital and couldn’t make the
Ball.”
Taylor’s heart was racing like a greyhound. She couldn’t
believe this was all falling apart. Would they call the police on her?
“While you were sleeping I used a passkey to go into your
room and checked your wallet.” the security specialist continued.
“I decided to play along and see what your game was. What are
you, a reporter or something? Did you get the story you wanted?
All about the dyke ball? I’ve come across your type before.”
For a second, all Taylor could think about was that Sanura
had been in her room while she laid almost naked on the bed. Then,
considering what they had been doing these last few minutes,
having been naked seemed superfluous.
“I have to say one thing surprised me.” Sanura concluded.
“That you went as far as you did. I really expected you to run the
minute I pushed you against the wall and started tearing at your
clothes. I can only figure you must be into girls as well. Either
that or you’re one of those types that will do anything for a story.
More’s the pity cause I wasn’t lying when I said that you really
turned me on. I guess that’s why I got carried away as well.”
“Oh God,” Taylor cried, tears running down her face.
“You’ve got me all wrong.”
Sanura’s facial expression remained unchanged. She didn’t
seem impressed in the least at Taylor’s tears.
“I’m not a reporter,” Taylor said, trying to regain her calm.
“I’m a beautician. I work at the Salon where Kathleen gets her
hair done.”
Taylor’s admission finally seemed to catch Sanura’s interest.
Her stern expression seemed to soften just a little.
“Dr. Kincaid said that Kathleen had her attack at a beauty
salon.” Sanura remarked. “And that some girl there probably
saved her life by keeping her from choking and getting the
paramedics as fast as she did.”
“That was me,” Taylor said, unable to stop her crying. “She
was in my chair when she had the attack. Later on I found the
envelope with the tickets and everything on the floor. It must’ve
fallen out of her purse. For Christ’s sake I thought this was some
kind of singles party. I mean one with guys!”
“I guess I owe you an apology then.” Sanura said in a more
personal tone. “I can’t say I really approve of what you did but I
can see now that you did it without any kind of malice.”
“I mean I almost went into shock when I realized where I
was. That all that were here were girls.” Taylor said, finally
bringing her emotions under control. “I mean I’ve never, ever
been anywhere like this. And I’ve absolutely never done anything
like we just did before!” ”
“You mean you’ve never been with a woman before?” Sanura
asked in astonishment, unable to believe the girl she was going hot
and heavy with ten minutes ago was a virgin.
“I swear to God, the first girl I ever kissed, you know like a
real kiss, was that woman I was dancing with just before you.”
“But why didn’t you just leave when you realized the kind of
party you were at?” Sanura asked out of curiosity.
“I don’t know, I can’t really explain it.” Taylor said. “I guess
it would be easy to say it was just curiosity run amuck, but it was
more than that. It was as if I really was Kathleen, doing the
things that I imagined she would do.”
“As if you really were the woman behind the mask.” Sanura
mused.
“Exactly. I know it sounds crazy.”
“Maybe not so crazy.” said Sanura. “Sometimes being
someone else, even just for a night can be very liberating.”
For the first time since she heard Sanura say her real name,
Taylor smiled.
“Since you’re not the lying slut I thought you were at first,
you might like to know that Kathleen’s Doctor told me that she’d
going to be fine. They’re going to release her Monday morning.”
“Did they find out what happened to her?” Taylor asked.
“It seems Kathleen’s suffered from some kind of chemical
imbalance most of her life. Normally, she keeps it pretty much
under control with some medication. She told the Doctors at the
Hospital that she simply forgot to renew her prescription and
figured she’d be okay until she could get around to it. If not for
you, it might’ve been a fatal mistake.”
“I’m so glad she’s okay.” Taylor said, the relief in her voice
evident.
“So I guess you’ll be leaving now,” Sanura said, a slight touch
of disappointment in her voice.
“I guess so,” Taylor said. “I mean I’m just some girl who
works in a beauty salon. I don’t really belong out there with all
those important women. I mean aren’t they all doctors, lawyers
and such.”
“Sugar, there are also girls out there who are waitresses
and librarians.” the older woman laughed. “It’s not about money or
position, at least not on a basic level. It’s more about women being
able to get together with others who share certain interests.
They’re not all lesbians either, although I am. At least half the
women out there are bi, and half of those are married as well.”
“I never would’ve imagined that.” Taylor said, truly
surprised. “Then does that mean I could stay, even if I did sort of
sneak in.”
“Well if it were up to me, of course you could stay.” Sanura
said with a bit of regret in her voice. “But there are some women
out there that might object. I guess every group has its militant
members. And after all, you don’t really fit the membership
requirements.”
“What are they?” Taylor asked out of curiosity.
“Well, somewhat crudely put, they take the position that if
you don’t eat the pussy you ain’t a sister.”
“Oh..” Taylor said as she rearranged her costume top to
cover her breasts. “Then I guess I better go up and get my stuff
out of my room.”
“Honey, I’m only kidding.” Sanura laughed. “You deserved
something for the stunt you pulled. I’m the head of the
membership committee. I can invite anyone I want to one of
these parties. And right now I’m inviting one Taylor Stuart.”
“Oh I could kiss you!” Taylor gushed.
“So why don’t you.” Sanura laughed.
So Taylor did, again and again and again.
More than a few minutes later, after they had composed
themselves enough to reappear in public, Taylor and Sanura walked
arm in arm back into the ballroom. One of the women who had
known why they’d left happened to be sitting right by the door on
Taylor’s right. She pointed to the cop and devil and whispered
something to the woman in the prison outfit she was sitting with.
Taylor waited until she was right next to the women at the
table and then flashed her one of her best ‘and it was good’ smiles.
Sanura led Taylor back onto the dance floor, after all this
was a Ball. As they danced, Sanura couldn’t help but notice that
Taylor couldn’t stop grinning.
“And what’s that all about?” she asked in reference to the
grin as they whirled about the floor.
“Oh I was just thinking about what you said back there.
About the women who said if you aren’t eating the pussy, you aren’t
really a sister.”
“But I told you that was a joke.” Sanura insisted.
“Maybe, maybe so,” Taylor said as they moved. “But just in
case, maybe after the Ball is over, you can show me how it’s done.”
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1999
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