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Subject: {ASSM} A Night at Emma's (version 2) by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F Bnd
Date: Tue, 15 Jan 2002 21:10:03 -0500
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A Night at Emma's (version 2) by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F/F Bnd
Copyright 2002

Author's Note:  A review of the first version of this story made two valid 
points - the story was too short (not enough sex) and I didn't explain 
Emma's.  Emma's doesn't exist anywhere but in my head.  If it was a real bar 
I'd never leave.  Emna's is a combination of three or four of the best 
lesbian bars in as many cities mixed with my fantasies about what an ideal 
lesbian bar would be like.

	In my opinion a good lesbian bar is a haven away from men and not just for 
lesbians.  One of the better lesbian bars I've visited does a roaring lunch 
business because straight women know they can get a good lunch at a 
reasonable price and be safe from being hassled by men.  They also can get a 
drink after work in the same safe atmosphere.  But, after about 7:00 p.m. 
all bets are off and any straight woman who stays is fair game. <G>  A 
suprising number, mostly dissatisfied wives, stay late.

	So Emma's is a quiet neighborhood bar that just happens to cater to women.  
If a man wanders in he can get a drink but just one.  Then he's politely but 
firmly made aware that he's not welcome.  The women at Emma's can be tough 
but it's not a leather bar.  I've invented another bar, Leathergrrl, to fill 
that need.

	Needless to say, some of the things that happen at Emma's would never be 
allowed to happen in a RL bar.  At least not in any state I've ever been in. 
  But one can hope and fantasize.

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	Emma's was crowded as it always is on a Friday night and I had to push my 
way through to the bar.  Once there, I ordered a bottle of Sam Adams, and 
didn't bother asking for a glass.  Nor was one offered.  The women who drink 
at Emma's aren't the type who drink beer out of glasses.

	I'd just taken my first long sip when a slim little blonde pushed her way 
through the crowd.  She smiled up at me and said, "Hi, Laura.  You alone?"

	I nodded.  "Hi, Kate.  Yeah, I'm alone.  Carolyn's history."

	She grinned and unbuttoned one of my buttons so she could slip her hand 
into my denim shirt.  She stood there, rubbing my belly, while we chatted.  
I tolerated her touch because for one memorable summer I'd been Kate's slut, 
her summer fuck.  I was married at the time but Arthur was home in 
Australia, tending to some family business.  He didn't come back until late 
August and by then Kate and I were no longer an item.  It had been a 
memorable summer.  Kate had taught me that pain, properly applied, enhanced 
sexual pleasure beyond what I'd believed possible.  I spent my vacation at 
her cottage on Cape Cod.  I was nude most of the time and I screamed a lot.  
But the sex was incredible!

	Kate played me like a musican plays a fine instrument.  I remember long 
nights when she kept me on the edge of orgasm for hours while I screamed and 
begged for release, my nerves stretched tight, close to the breaking point.  
The best orgasm I ever experienced came on night when I was tied down on a 
table, unable to move a muscle.  She kept me on the brink of orgasm for a 
full hour while I screamed and begged.  Just when I thought I'd lose my mind 
she snapped a rubber band against my clit, triggering an orgasm that I 
thought would give me a heart attack!

	I enjoyed the pain.  In fact I enjoyed it too dman much which is why I 
broke it off with her after we got back.  I was afraid I'd wind up on my 
knees, begging for more and more pain.  One of the things she did that I'll 
never forget was very simple and incredibly effect.  She took me to a nude 
beach and before we got out of her car she had me bare my tits.  She teased 
my nipples erect and then sanded the tips raw with a small square of fine, 
120 grit sandpaper.  It just took a few swipes.  Then, after we spread our 
blanket and arranged things, she had me remove my bathing suit.  She took my 
hand and walked me into the water until it covered my tits.  I stood there, 
sobbing in agony as the salt water burned my nipples.  Later, I spent an 
hour on my knees begging her not to do it again.

	I sipped my beer and listened to the latest university gossip.  Kate's a 
tenured professor, unusual for a woman who's still not quite thirty-five.  
She slipped her hand down into my jeans and grinned when she discovered that 
I wasn't wearing panties.

	"Ummm, let's take a walk."  She tugged on my belt and I followed her 
throught the crowd to a booth in back.  I didn't want to get involved with 
Kate again but my resolve was weakening at I watched her tight little butt 
sway back-and-forth.  I felt a strong desire to remove my clothes and beg 
her to make me scream.

	We sat on the same side of the table, facing the room, and she tugged on my 
belt.  I let her open it and unfasten my jeans.  I willing lifted my bottom 
so she could ease them down.  The vinyl was cool under my bare buttocks.  
Within a few moments I was bare from the waist down, my jeans folded and 
placed between us, my Nikes off.  I felt myself becoming wet as I sat there 
with Kate's hand tucked comfortably between my thighs.

	We talked about people we knew, things that had happened recently, 
university politics, and town government.  I enjoyed sitting there bare from 
the waist down, talking and sipping my beer.  As we talked, Kate toyed with 
the buttons on my shirt.  After a few minutes she had it opened all the way. 
  "I think you should dance, Laura."

	I shook my head.  "No, not tonight."

	She tugged on my shirt, baring my breasts.  "Yes, tonight.  You know you 
want to do it.  You have such pretty tits.  Go and let people see them 
bounce."

	She slid out of the booth and I followed, reluctantly.  She knew I would.  
In many ways I was still her slut.  She eased my shirt off and folded it 
neatly.  She fed the jukebox while I made my way to the small stage at the 
back of the room.  I danced naked for thirty minutes and the crowd enjoyed 
every moment.  I lost myself in the music, dancing with my eyes closed, 
enjoying the way my body heated up.  I'm 5' 7", and slender, with small, 
firm breasts that bounce nicely when I dance nude.  I work out regularly and 
my body is firm and toned.  I'm not pretty but I look good nude.  I danced, 
ignoring the women that crowded around to watch.

	As I danced I began to perspire.  I opened my eyes and glanced in the 
mirror off to one side.  My body was slick with perspiration and the lights 
gleamed off my tanned skin.  I'd been sunbathing in a fairly modest bikini 
and my pale breasts and loins stood out against my tan.  The contrast was 
shockingly erotic, even to me.  My vulva is smooth and bare, thanks to 
expensive laser treatments that have removed every trace of pubic hair.  My 
nipples were hard and pointy, pale pink cirles that begged to be pinched.  
Maybe Kate would oblige.

	Finally, drenched with perspiration, I left the stage.  I felt good and I 
was totally aroused.  Dancing arouses me in a way that nothing else does and 
I wanted to be fucked hard.  Ellie, the bartender on duty, tossed me a towel 
and I wiped the perspiration off as I made my way across the room.  Kate 
stood up as I approached.  I slid into the booth and asked her if I could 
put my clothes on.  She shook her head.  "Not yet.  You're the only woman I 
know who looks better nude and I want to enjoy the view a while."

	Kate signalled for another round.  While we were waiting she had me ease 
myself forward on the seat.  Then she took an empty beer bottle and eased 
the neck into my vagina.  I closed my eyes and moaned as she pushed the the 
bottle into my tight cunt.  I was wet and ready.  I sat there, legs spread 
slightly, and let her fuck me with the bottle.  After a moment I glanced at 
her and whispered, "Harder.  Fuck me harder."  She did and I came with a 
soft sigh, my nipples hard and pointy, my breasts tight.  Ellie glanced at 
me from across the room and winked as I licked my pussy juice off the neck 
of the bottle.

	We stayed for another hour.  Kate kept me nude until we left and  fucked me 
with the bottle once more after I begged for it.  Then I went down on her in 
the parking lot while she leaned against her Lexus.  I was dressed again but 
my shirt was open 'cause she liked having my tits exposed.

	Ellie came out just as Kate reached orgasm.  Ellie took Kate's place and 
Kate crouched behind me, fondling my tits and pinching my nipples while I 
abused Ellie's clit with my tongue.  Ellie came with a rush, moaning with 
pleasure.  Afterward, she kissed me and fondled my tits.  "Want to come home 
with me?"

	I shook my head.  "Not tonight."  Ellie nodded and walked away without 
another word.

	Kate kissed me and we chatted for a moment while I buttoned my shirt.  Then 
she got into her car and drove away.

	I got into my Ranger and drove home.  I went straight to bed after a long 
hot shower.  It was just another night at Emma's, no big deal.  I'd be back 
the following night and no doubt I'd spend a good part of the night on my 
knees, where I belong.  Being a submissive slut, with a long, strong tongue 
makes a person popular in certain circles.  I drifted off to sleep wondering 
if I should invest in a pair of knee pads.

The End





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