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	Molly's Fortune
	by Ann Douglas
(From A Suggestion By MordMorgan)

	Molly Kerrigan, like many people, dreaded going to the
dentist.  It was an apprehension she'd carried over from her
childhood.  The core of which was her fear of the dreaded drill.
Many people dealt with their phobia in different ways, the most
common of which was to simply avoid going until they had a problem
that had to be taken care of.

	Thankfully, Molly didn't go that far, realizing at an early age
that to simply ignore dental care was only inviting worse problems
down the line.  Still, her apprehension was enough to put finding a
new dentist after she had relocated from Boston to San Alejandro
far from the top of her list of things to do.  In fact, anytime it
came up; she found some excuse to put it off.

	The most common excuse, she usually told herself, was that
her recent relocation to the West Coast had just left her with too
many other things to do.  Added to that, was the fact that she'd
left Boston in somewhat of a rush.

	Eighteen months before, while on a vacation in California,
Molly had set up a few interviews with various school districts in
the area.  Never in her wildest dreams did she think any of them
would really be interested in hiring her.  After all, the then
twenty-four year old had really no record to even speak of, having
just finished her probationary period.  The interviews had only
been intended to provide the basis of claiming the trip as a
professional expense in the eyes of the IRS.

	So it came as somewhat of a shock when, only a few weeks
ago, she had received a phone call asking if she was still interested
in teaching in California.  If she had taken the interviews seriously,
the San Alejandro school system was hardly her first choice, or
even her third, fourth or fifth.  Still, the offer at least matched
what she was making now, and more importantly, had come at a
most opportune time.

	Over the last two years, Molly had gone through a number of
girlfriends, none of which had worked out, to put it mildly.  The
majority of those relationships had ended civilly enough, with a
simple acceptance by both parties that the spark simply wasn't
there.  Yet there had also been a few that she wanted to bury and
forget in the worse way.

	Paramount among these had been her relationship with
Evelyn Rossiter, which at the time had seemed to hold the most
promise of her affairs.  Nine years her senior, the attractive dark
haired woman was the district's special education coordinator, a
position that brought her into contact with Molly on a number of
occasions since that was also the area in which she had specialized
in, if on a more local level.

	At first, it didn't seem that unusual to Molly when Evelyn
had invited her to lunch a few times.  After all, there was no
reason for her to think the older woman was interested in
discussing anything other than education concerns.  It wasn't until
lunch gave way to a dinner at a rather intimate restaurant that
Molly realized that the interest was more than professional.

	"I guess I missed all the signs,"  Molly had laughed the next
morning when she'd woken up naked in Evelyn's bed.

	It was an assessment that she didn't find all that surprising
since, while she didn't go out of her way to hide her sexual
orientation, she usually kept it so separate from her professional
life that another woman would've had to strip naked in front of her
to spark her interest.  Evelyn hadn't had to go that far, but the
older woman had been so captivatingly interesting that she easily
overcame whatever hesitations Molly might've had about letting
her two worlds mix.

	Before she knew it, that one night stand had evolved into
something a lot more.  Evelyn had been everything Molly believed a
lover should be, caring, attentive, and most of all, incredible in bed.
The thirty-three year old was able to switch from gentle
lovemaking to hard-core fucking with ease, depending on her
lover's wants and needs.  They had been going out almost six
months when Molly unexpectedly discovered part of the reason
Evelyn was so good.  She got lots of practice and not all of it was
with her.

	It had all come to a head one Saturday afternoon near the
end of the school year when Evelyn canceled out on their plans,
saying that she had a ton of work to catch up on and was going to
stay home to do it.  Molly decided to surprise her lover and, picking
up a gourmet picnic lunch, headed over to her apartment.  After
all, she still needed to eat, didn't she?

	It turned out to be Molly who got the surprise as, walking
into the lobby of Evelyn's apartment building, she encountered her
lover coming out of the elevator.  Under each of her arms was a
young girl in her early twenties.  Two girls who bore a striking
resemblance to each other, both being freckled redheads with
ample chests.

	The two of them were also familiar in more ways than one.
It took a few stunned seconds for Molly to remember where she'd
seen the two of them, and then it hit her.  Amber and Julia, as she
recalled their names, had been introduced to her as new teachers
in another school at a luncheon last month.  Evelyn hadn't even
bothered to go out of the district to find someone to cheat on her
with.

	Molly wasn't a prude, far from it.  She'd had her own share
of one-niters, as well as an instance where she'd even had sex in a
rather public place, coming very close to being caught.  However,
she also believed in fidelity in a relationship.  If you weren't seeing
anyone, a quick fuck was fine.  But the rules were supposed to
change when you were involved.

	With Evelyn, she thought she'd found a solid relationship.
One that, despite the age difference, she really believed was going
to work.  Obviously that hadn't been a belief shared by the
district coordinator.  What made it worse was that in the two
girls, Molly also saw herself.  Shave off a couple of years, and
either one of them could've been her, right down to the red hair,
freckles and big boobs.

	When the job offer had come two weeks later, Molly
accepted it without the slightest hesitation.

				-=-=-=-

	After settling into a new apartment in a new city, Molly
discovered that, while she had no problem finding a new doctor,
her employer's health care plan was only taken by a small number
of dentists.  And when she called to try and make an appointment,
all of them appeared to be booked up for several months.  A
situation she found still to be true when she tried again two weeks
later.

	Finally, she found one that had only recently been added to
the listing as a replacement for a dentist that had retired.  The
doctor had only recently gone into private practice and was still
building a patient base.  They said they could fit her in for a check
up at the end of the month, some two weeks away.  So Molly jotted
down that she had an appointment with Dr. J.T. Vitola, DDS and
went on about her business with one less problem to deal with.

				-=-=-=-

	The weekend before her dental appointment, Molly had some
errands to run and found herself down by where a traveling
carnival had set up shop.  Feeling the need for some diversion, she
decided to give it a look.  After a few minutes of checking out the
sights, she passed a small tent where a sign advertised that you
could have your fortune told.  Not believing in such things for a
moment, she nevertheless decided to have a little fun and see what
the stars held in store for her.

	Stepping inside, she found a rather attractive young woman
dressed in traditional gypsy garb.  The fortune teller, more girl
than woman, Molly decided, directed her to a seat at the small
table in the center of the tent.  A quick exchange of the amount
that had been listed on the outside sign followed and the girl
quickly went into her act, spreading a number of picture cards
across the face of the table.

	"You are not from this area,"  the girl said, not really
impressing Molly as her Boston accent as well as the college ring on
her finger giving a good clue to that assumption.

	"That's right,"  Molly said, faking surprise as to get into the
spirit of things.

	"You came here to get away from someone,"  the girl
continued,  "someone who hurt you deeply."

	That actually impressed Molly.  It was a pretty specific
statement to make, especially since the odds were that it would be
wrong more than right for most people.

	"There is a hole in your heart,"  the reader said as she
turned another card face up on the table,  "but it is a void that I
see filling soon."

	"Really?"  Molly asked, thinking that was something everyone
wanted to hear.

	"I see someone new coming into your life very soon,"  the girl
went on with yet another card.  "Someone older, with dark hair and
a very handsome face.  They will heal the wound in your heart."

	"Oh please,"  Molly thought, but didn't say,  "at least she
could've come up with something more original than the old tall,
dark and handsome stranger routine."

	The reading continued for a few more minutes, with a few
more generalized predictions about Molly's future.  By the time
she was done, the redhead knew why the fortune teller made sure
she got paid in advance.

	"Even if I met this tall dark stranger,"  she wanted to tell
the little fake, "there isn't a chance in hell that I'll have any
interest in him.  Unless of course he has a cute sister."

	Stepping back onto the pathway outside, Molly also noted
that as far as cute went, the fortune teller certainly fell into that
category.  Still, even if she was legal, she was a little young for her
tastes.  Thinking she'd wasted enough time, the teacher decided to
head home where she knew waited some papers that had to be
graded.

				-=-=-=-

	The following Monday, Molly left school a little early, giving
herself some extra time to get down to the dentist's office as it
was in a part of town she wasn't that familiar with yet.  And of
course there would be the inevitable insurance and medical forms
that would have to be filled out before her exam.

	The cute Hispanic girl behind the receptionist's desk, who
the nameplate identified as Consuelo, was quite helpful with the
paperwork.  So much so that Molly might've imagined that there
might be something more than just helpfulness had she not seen
the engagement ring on the girl's finger.  So she thanked her for
the assistance and helped herself to one of the old magazines that
were the staple of any medical office, while she waited for her
appointment.

	Twenty-five minutes later, her name was finally called by
the dental technician.  Following the girl past the reception desk
and down the hall to one of the examining rooms, the redhead took
note of the graceful sway of her ass.  Reminding her again that
once things settled down with the new job, she definitely had to
see about finding a new girlfriend.

	"Hello, I'm Doctor Vitola,"  a throaty voice said, interrupting
Molly's study of the dental assistant's gait.

	Molly turned to see a woman in her mid-thirties, wearing a
white lab coat of the sort that was the uniform of her profession.
Beneath which she had on a light blue blouse and black slacks.  A
head taller than Molly's five foot six, the doctor had a dark
Mediterranean coloring that was consistent with her surname.  Not
especially beautiful, or even pretty, there was still a certain
magnetism to her face that was immediately apparent.  Few women
could be called handsome, but Dr. Vitola was one of those few.

	"Zoe will take care of a few preliminaries and I'll be right
with you,"  the dentist said before stepping back into one of the
other rooms where another patient was waiting.

	"Hmmm, maybe that fortune teller was right after all,"
Molly thought, smiling at the coincidence.

	After the assistant had taken x-rays and did her cleaning,
Molly found herself sitting in a half finished examining room.  The
referral service had said that the doctor was just starting up her
own practice, and evidently the offices hadn't been finished when
she had.

	"Well, lets see what we have,"  Dr. Vitola said as she clipped
the strip of x-rays to a screen and examined them.

	Molly really wasn't paying that much attention to what the
doctor was saying, thinking instead of all she had to do once she
had been given a clean bill of health.  It became impossible to
ignore the doctor, however, when she leaned over her to take a
first hand look into her mouth.  Especially when, in adjusting the
hanging light, the dentist illuminated a chest even more impressive
than Molly's own.

	"I'd glad all my patients don't have teeth as good as yours,"
Doctor Vitola said as she checked Molly's mouth, moving the small
mirrored probe from side to side,  "otherwise I'd probably go out
of business before I've really got started.  They're almost
perfect."

	Upon hearing the word, almost, Molly's attention shifted
from the doctor's breasts to what she was saying.  Never in her
life had any dentist said they were anything but perfection itself.

	"It's only a little thing,"  the woman in white said, seeing the
sudden concern in her face.  "One of your back molars has a small
crack in it, nothing major but it's best to take care of these things
before they become something worse."

	Molly quickly agreed, knowing that if there was even the
smallest problem with her mouth, it would drive her crazy until it
was fixed.

	"The only problem is that I won't be able to get to it today,"
she said as she turned off the exam light,  "and we're going to be
closed next week while the contractor finally finishes up the
office.  Would it be possible for you to come back in, say this
Thursday night and I could do it.  If not, it's really nothing that
can't wait a week or two."

	"No, Thursday would be fine,"  Molly quickly replied.

	"Okay, just tell Consuelo that I said to give you the last
appointment for Thursday and we'll take care of that without a
problem."  Doctor Vitola said as she took off the Plexiglas face
shield that she had worn during the exam, revealing a beautiful
pair of bright blue eyes.

	"Thanks,"  Molly said as she watched the older woman head
off to take care of yet another patient.


	"Thursday at six-thirty,"  Consuelo said as she handed Molly
a card with the appointment.  "If you can't make it, please try to
let us know beforehand.  Especially since we're closing the office
for vacation after that.  My fiancee is taking me down to Catalina."

	"Well we wouldn't want you to miss that,"  Molly smiled back
at her, thinking that even if it wasn't the version of it that she
preferred, it was nice to see that someone was getting laid
regularly.
				-=-=-=-

	The next few days passed rather quickly and Molly soon
found herself back at the door to Doctor Vitola's office.  Stepping
inside, the first thing she noticed was that there seemed to be a
large number of people in the waiting room for this late in the day.
The second was that the receptionist seemed to have an especially
harried look on her face.  Stepping up to the desk, Molly soon
found out why.

	"I'm sorry, Ms. Kerrigan,"  Consuelo said in an apologetic
tone, "but the doctor is running a little behind.  Zoe had a family
emergency and had to leave.  It's pretty hard getting a substitute
on such short notice so J.T. has been doing double duty."

	Zoe, Molly remembered, was the cute dental assistant whose
ass she had so admired on her first visit.

	"I hope everything is all right,"  Molly said, her concern
genuine.

	"Oh it is,"  Consuelo replied. "Her son had a little accident on
the baseball field, but he's already been checked out by the family
doctor and he's okay."

	"That's good,"  Molly said as she headed for one of the
empty seats, taking out the paperback that she remembered to
bring with her this time from her bag.  From the looks of things,
she was going to be there a while.

	After a few minutes, Molly looked up from her book and
noticed that the woman sitting across from her was staring at her.
When she noticed Molly looking back, she buried her head in a
magazine.  At first, the teacher didn't think anything of it, but a
few minutes later, she looked up again and saw that the woman was
again staring.

	About Molly's age, the woman was of Indian descent with
small, round breasts.  Taking a longer, closer look, the redhead
noted that she was also braless, allowing her large puffy nipples to
be seen through her blouse.  Molly flashed the cute woman an
inviting smile, which elicited the same in response.  Unfortunately,
Consuelo called her name a moment later and when the woman
finished, she exited the office through the other door.

	Bit by bit, the chairs around her began to empty and
eventually Molly was the only one left.  When Doctor Vitola came
out of her office to hand Consuelo the chart of the next to last
patient, the teacher had been waiting over an hour past her
original appointment time.

	"I'm so sorry to have kept you so long,"  the dentist said as
she took the near empty folder that contained Molly's chart from
Consuelo.  "It's been one of those impossible days."

	"I understand," Molly said as she headed down the hall to
the examination room the doctor indicated.

	"Why don't you take off, Consuelo,"  J.T. said before she
followed Molly into the room.  "I can finish up here and put away
the files when I'm done.  I'm sure Jason is waiting for you to get
home."

	"Are you sure?"  Consuelo asked, hoping the answer was yes.

	"I'm sure, now pack up and go."

	She didn't have to be told a second time as the twenty-two
year old picked up her bag from under the desk and tossed a few
things in it that she wanted to take home.

	"Oh and Consuelo,"  J.T. said, causing the shorter woman to
pause at the door.  "Thanks for all the extra help today, enjoy your
week off."

	"You too, J.T.," she said as she closed the door behind her,
waiting on the other side until she heard the doctor lock it from
the inside.
				-=-=-=-

	"Well, this shouldn't take too long,"  the doctor said as she
stepped into the examination room.  "Let me just give you a shot so
it doesn't hurt."

	"Couldn't you fill it without a shot?"  Molly asked, feeling
like the little girl she once was.

	"I'm afraid that the drill would be quite uncomfortable
without it,"  J.T. said as she filled the hypodermic needle.  "Don't
worry, I promise it won't hurt."

	"Don't all dentists say that?"  Molly asked as she accepted
the inevitable and tilted her head back, opening her mouth wide.

	Shutting her eyes, the redhead was pleasantly surprised
that it actually hadn't hurt at all.  She had felt worse when she
cut her legs shaving.

	"We'll just have to give the Novocain a few minutes to take
effect,"  J.T. said as she sat down on a stool next to the dental
chair.

	Normally, she would use this time to start work on someone
in one of the other rooms.  But with only her and Molly in the
office, getting to know her new patient a little better seemed as
good a way to pass the time as any.

	"Consuelo tells me that you're new to San Alejandro,"  J.T.
said.

	Molly responded yes as she explained that she had just
moved from Boston to take a local teaching position.

	And so it went for the next few minutes as Molly told her
the sanitized story of what led her to start her life over.  J.T. in
turn related how she decided to strike out on her own after the
older dentist she had been working for decided to retire.
Thankfully, a good number of his patients had made the move with
her, otherwise she'd be having a rough time of it right now.

	"Have you sampled the local nightlife yet?"  J.T. asked as
she pressed a gloved hand against Molly's lower lip, testing the
effects of the anesthetic.

	"I haven't had the chance, what with the new job and all,"
Molly said, her speech slightly slurred by her now numb jaw.

	"Do you like clubs?"  J.T. asked, deciding to give it another
minute or two since this was the first time Molly had taken
Novocain and she wanted her to feel confident of its pain
deadening effects.

	"I love them,"  the redhead replied.  "Back in Boston I used
to practically live at one called Scarlett's Rose."

	No sooner had the name passed from her lips, Molly
admonished herself for using it.  She  didn't hide her sexuality but
neither did she wear it around her neck like a sign.  Besides, her
favorite club was three thousand miles away, and the name really
didn't tell much about what kind of club it was.  She'd be really
stretching things to think that she'd have to find yet another new
dentist because this one thought she was making a pass at her.  A
conclusion that, with all the staring that Molly had been doing,
might've been encouraged if J.T. had a few more facts to add to it

	"I've heard of it,"  the doctor said as she tested Molly's lip
one more time and decided she was ready.

	"You've heard of it?"  Molly mumbled in surprise.

	"Well not the one in Boston,"  J.T. said as she tested the
drill by pressing on the foot pedal,  "but there was one up in
Sacramento where I went to school.  Now just lay back and relax,
this is only going to take a few minutes."

	Molly didn't even feel the drill as it evened out the small
jagged hole in her tooth.  The revelation that J.T. knew about
Scarlett's had made her mind as numb as her jaw.  What exactly
did what she had said mean?  A lot of straight women knew about
Scarlett's back in Boston, Sacramento probably wasn't any
different.  J.T. hadn't said that she actually went there, just that
she had heard of it.

	"All done,"  J.T. said after she finished smoothing out the
filling.  "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

	"No,"  Molly managed to say, her tongue feeling like it was
twice normal size.

	"Just try and not chew anything for the next few hours and
it'll be fine in the morning."

	"Thank you,"  the redhead nodded as she got up out of the
chair.

	Freeing herself of the face shield and rubber safety gloves,
J.T. walked Molly to the door to let her out.  The doctor had just
unlocked it when she turned to her.

	"I'm afraid that you're not going to find anyplace like
Scarlett's here in San Alejandro,"  she said as she held open the
door and Molly stepped out into the empty hall,  "but you might try
the Candy Store over on Piedmont Avenue, it draws a nice crowd of
pretty friendly people.  I sometimes drop by there on the
weekends."

	With that, she said goodnight and wished the stunned woman
a safe trip home.  It would be a good two minutes before Molly
thought to move from in front of the now locked office door.

				-=-=-=-


	Saturday night found Molly doing the same thing that she
had spent her weekends doing since moving to San Alejandro,
catching up on paperwork from school.  She now understood why
the school district had been willing to reach across the country to
find new teachers.  With the limited budget they had to work with,
just about every teacher did double duty, taking care of work that
a clerical staff would've done back in Boston.

	Still, even with the extra work, Molly had no cause to regret
what she now could look at as an impulsive decision to come out to
California.  It was already late Fall and the weather was still warm
and comfortable.  Back East, she would've already been making
sure of her winter gear.

	The people on what her father had always referred to as
"the left coast" were also an interesting mix.  Molly had been
surprised to discover that there was an open lesbian on the staff.
Madeline Stein had been a teacher for almost thirty years and no
one seemed to care that she had been living with another woman
for two thirds of that time.

	Another interesting person was Andrea Kelpler, who
managed the small registrar's office with unbelievable skill.  A
twenty-two year old whose, at first impression, sole qualification
for her job seemed to be a thirty-eight inch bust.  That wasn't
something Molly usually held against a woman, especially if she was
holding it against her.  School gossip made no secret of the fact
that Andrea's main job function under Steven Manchester, the
recently retired Principal, was helping him with stress relief.  Said
relief taking the form of coffee break and lunch hour blow jobs.
Still, people were more than willing to overlook how she got the job
since they couldn't remember the last time the office had run so
well.

	Another staff member who might not have been welcomed in
most schools was Benjamin Logan, who had already been a teacher
when Molly was just starting high school.  As a teacher, Ben really
knew his job and in that regard, she had no complaints.  The
problem was that the forty-three year old had the political
sensitivity of a brick.  There were already no less than four
complaints from minority personnel about comments he'd made this
year alone.  That Ben was black didn't seem to matter.

	Strange as it was, Molly really felt at home with these
people.  If only for the reason that what really seemed to count
was how good a teacher you were, and not what else was important
to you in your life.

	"Evelyn really would've hated this place,"  Molly said to
herself as she put down the last of the files, remembering what a
control freak the coordinator was at times.

	The mention of her unfaithful lover reminded the redhead of
her still unfulfilled promise to look for a new girlfriend.  Glancing
at the clock on her desk, she noted that it was still only a quarter
to nine.  Most clubs wouldn't even be warming up by now.

	"Enough of this crap,"  she said as she got up from her desk.
"This is one lady who needs to get laid."

	Heading into the bathroom, she stripped off the T-shirt and
shorts she'd been wearing and turned on the shower.  Stepping
under the hot water, she remembered the club Doctor Vitola had
mentioned.  Since she hadn't any other prospects, she might as
well check that out.

	As for the doctor herself, Molly had finally decided that
while the dentist was probably into women, she really didn't have
an attraction to her newest patient.  Otherwise, she wouldn't have
waited until she was literally out the door before mentioning the
club to her.  She could've just as simply asked Molly out for a drink
or something.

	No, no magic there, Molly thought as she got out of the
shower and dried herself off.  Still, it was nice of her to mention
the club in the first place, giving the redhead someplace to at least
start looking for Ms. Right.

	Moving to the bedroom, she pulled panties from one of the
dressers and a favorite dress from the closet.  While the school
was pretty lenient as far as a dress code went, this went pretty
far beyond their limits.  It had the right combination of comfort
and sexuality.  A sleeveless black number just low cut enough to
accent the deep valley of her breasts.  If she wanted to make an
impression, this would certainly do it.  The dress practically
screamed  "Fuck Me".

	After checking her appearance in the mirror, she combed
out her short red hair.  Molly then applied just the right amount of
make up and finished off her outfit with a small gold chain around
her neck.  From which hung an Egyptian Ankh, a gift from an old
love that she always felt gave her luck.

	Leaving her work problems sitting on the table, Molly headed
downstairs to wait for the cab she had called for a few minutes
before.

				-=-=-=-

	She didn't have a long wait as the cab showed up only five
minutes later.  As she climbed into the back seat, the young man
driving the car turned around as to give himself an eyeful of the
body he had only gotten a quick look at as he pulled up.

	"And where can I take you tonight, pretty lady?"  he asked,
a smile on his face and his eyes glued to her breasts.

	"I'm not really sure of the address, but I know it's on
Piedmont Avenue,"  Molly said, ignoring his stare.  "It's a club
called The Candy Store, do you know where it is?"

	The sudden change in his expression told Molly more than
any thing he said that not only did he know where it was, he knew
exactly what kind of woman went to a club like that.  With a simple
okay, and not another word, he turned around and started the
meter as the cab pulled out into the light traffic.

	During the short trip, Molly caught the driver taking a few
peeks at her in the rear view mirror.  No doubt, he was trying to
imagine her doing things with another woman.  Long used to such
narrow-minded people, she just ignored him.

	"Here we go,"  he finally said as the cab came to a stop on a
deserted street.  "That'll be eleven twenty-five."

	Molly handed him a ten and a five, telling him to keep the
change.  The tip didn't make him any more sociable as the cab took
off the minute she stepped out onto the curb.

	It wasn't hard to locate the club as it was the only place
open on the entire block.  The rest of the businesses in the area
were more suited to the nine to five crowd.  Originally built as a
disco back in the late eighties, the club had gone bust a decade
later and reopened two years back catering to a narrower clientele.

	"Well, Doctor Vitola was right about one thing,"  Molly
thought as she stepped inside,  "it's certainly no Scarlett's."

	Still, it was far from the worst place she'd been in.  A long
bar took up the left side of the club, with the other two thirds
taken up by a dance floor.  There was space for a band but at the
moment, the music was coming out of a CD filled juke box that was
hooked up to the wall speakers.  The lighting was subdued, but
enough to see where you were going, and more importantly, who you
were talking to.

	A sign on the wall warned that occupancy by more than two
hundred people was a violation of the fire codes.  Looking around,
Molly guessed the club only held a quarter of that at the moment,
so no worries there.  Actually, she thought, since this was her first
time here, the small number might actually be an advantage.

	Heading for the bar, Molly noticed that the women who were
here comprised a pretty varied group.  Aside from age and physical
differences, they also covered all levels of lesbian subculture.
 From lipstick femmes to some really hard-core butch types.  Back
in Boston, many of them would have their own bar, but with this
being the only game in town, they had no place else to go.
Which was fine by Molly, since she had never really gone for just
one type.  Why narrow the field, she thought, when every new
person you meet might be a new adventure.

	"What can I get for you, Sugar?"  the bartender, a tall, slim
black girl asked as Molly pulled up to an empty spot at the end.

	"Just a beer please,"  Molly replied.

	"Bottle, or on tap?"  the bartender, whose name Molly
guessed was Keisha, based on the tattoo on her exposed arm.

	Taking a moment to glance down the length of the bar, Molly
noticed that most of the women had bottles in front of them.

	"Bottle will be fine."

	"Coming right up."

	The short haired woman, clad in a sleeveless white T-shirt
and black jeans reached down to a unseen cooler beneath the bar
and produced a  bottle.  Then, with a well-practiced motion, she
popped off the top with a church key and placed it in front of
Molly.

	"First time here?"  Keisha asked as she released her hold on
the bottle.

	"Actually yes,"  Molly replied as she dropped a ten-dollar bill
on the countertop,  "I just moved to San Alejandro over the
summer."

	"First one's on me then,"  Keisha said with a smile, taking a
long moment to look Molly over.

	"Thank you."

	Molly returned the smile.  While she took a taste of the
drink, a local beer that she had never heard of, the transplanted
New Englander took the opportunity to check out Keisha as well.

	"Not bad,"  she said, leaving Keisha to decide if she was
referring to the beer or the view.

	"Well, if you don't find anything else that whets your
interest,"  Keisha said as she started to move off to answer
someone else's drink request,  "I get off at two."

	Not wanting to commit herself to anything, especially this
early in the evening, Molly just smiled and watched the bartender
move off.  As she did, she couldn't help but notice she had a very
tight ass.

	Molly chatted with a few women over the next hour, some
interesting, some not so.  The dance floor began to become more
crowded as the hour grew later and more people began to come in.
Around eleven, a band even began to set up at the far end of the
room.  All girls of course, they looked like a bunch of college kids.

	Listening to the band go through their first set, Molly didn't
pay much attention to the woman who stepped into the just
vacated space next to her at the bar.  The woman ordered a beer,
then turned to look at the redhead.

	"There's a rumor going around that a lot of the women in
this place are lesbians,"  she said to Molly in a voice the redhead
couldn't help but recognize.

	Turning around, Molly found herself looking into the last
person she expected to see.  No, make that the next to last
person.  Andrea Kelpler would've been the first.

	"Doctor Vitola,"  Molly smiled, surprised but nevertheless
pleased to see the dark haired dentist.

	"Please, make it J.T.,"  the older woman said.

	"Hi J.T.,"  Molly corrected herself.

	The five foot ten brunette had traded her office whites for
a pair of denim shorts and a skin tight yellow T-shirt that bore the
logo of a local sports team.  The long hair that had been pulled
back in a tight bun now hung loose around her shoulders.

	"I'm surprised to see you,"  Molly said,  "weren't you going
on vacation?"

	"What gave you that idea?"  J.T. asked, lifting her beer to
her mouth and taking a long drink from it.

	"I just thought..."  Molly started to say, then realized that
it had been the receptionist that had mentioned a vacation.  She
had just assumed that J.T. was going on one as well since the
office was going to be closed.  "Never mind, my mistake."

	"I was hoping I might run into you here,"  J.T. said, changing
the subject.

	"You were?"  Molly countered, "but I thought..."

	Molly again stopped in mid-sentence, realizing that she had
also been wrong in thinking J.T. hadn't been interested.  Obviously,
she thought, the woman preferred to keep her professional life
totally separate from her private one, much as Molly had originally
done back in Boston.  In way of explanation, she mentioned that
she understood that J.T. didn't want her staff to know about her
personal affairs.

	"Oh, all the girls in the office know I'm gay,"  J.T. replied,
"that's not something I make any secret of."

	"I think maybe we should start over,"  Molly said, thinking
that she'd been wrong almost from the moment she'd walked into
J.T.'s office.  "Hi, I'm Molly Kerrigan and I think you have the
most beautiful eyes I've seen in a long time."  she laughed.

	"Hi Molly Kerrigan,"  J.T. grinned,  "J.T. Vitola, it's nice to
meet you."

	"And the J.T. stands for?  Molly asked as she suddenly
realized that she'd never asked before.

	"Most people just call me J.T."

	"Okay, J.T. it is,"  Molly said, not wanting to commit another
mistake by pushing the issue.

	The two women smiled as J.T. motioned to the bartender to
give them both another bottle of beer.  Molly caught a small look
of disappointment on Keisha's face when she delivered the drinks.
Evidently, she had really been hoping that Molly might still be
available when her shift was over.

	"So what do you think of the place,"  J.T. asked as she
started on the new bottle.

	"Well, it's different from what I'm used to,"  Molly replied,
not wanting to say anything discouraging in case J.T. really liked
the place.

	"I'll admit it could use some improvements,"  J.T. said, "but
it does have some charms.  Maybe later I'll show some of them to
you."

	"I'd like that,"  Molly replied, downing some of her own drink
and thinking she'd like to see anything that J.T. wanted to show
her.

	They chatted for a while about innocuous subjects, just
getting a feel for each other.  Finally, J.T. asked Molly if she'd like
to dance.

	"I'd love to,"  came her eager reply.

	Leaving the bar behind, their spots quickly being filled by
two other women, Molly and J.T. moved out to the center of the
dance floor.  The college girl band that had been setting up before
turned out to be pretty good, alternating between familiar
standards and some original works.

	The crowd in the club had increased dramatically since Molly
had first arrived.  It was nearing, if not already exceeding, the
posted legal occupancy.  The immediate result was that Molly and
J.T. had only a small square of space in which to dance, one in
which they had to practically rub up against each other in to avoid
the press of the women around them.  A situation that neither of
them minded in the least.

	After a spirited rendition of "Girls Just Want To Have Fun",
the band switched to a slow, sexy song.  One during which Molly
was more than happy to have J.T. wrap her arms around her as she
pressed her head against the taller woman's breasts.  The redhead
closed her eyes as they moved, enjoying the warmth of J.T.
pressed against her and the natural scent of her body.

	It was just as the last strands of the song began to fade
that J.T. lifted Molly's head and kissed her.  A kiss soft and
sweet, one that the younger woman could feel down to her toes.
Returning the gesture a moment later, Molly couldn't help but
think her luck was finally beginning to change.

	'Come on,"  J.T. said as she took Molly's hand in hers and led
her off the dance floor,  "I want to show you one of the really nice
things about this place."

	Molly followed her to the rear of the club, past a sign that
read restrooms.  A staircase led to a lower floor where, after
walking down a narrow hallway, they came to two doors, both
marked "Ladies Room".

	Neither had a door at the entranceway and Molly could see
that the first was indeed a bathroom.  Originally, it had been the
men's room back when this had been a straight club.  The second
opening led to a room over twice the size of the first.  The original
woman's bathroom, it had consisted of the necessary facilities as
well as a small area in front with a wall-mounted mirror and make
up table.  One of the first things the new owners had done was rip
out everything within and redesign the room.

	It was now a spacious lounge, filled with small couches and
loveseats.  Soft, half dimmed lighting provided just enough
illumination to see where they were going, yet also gave a certain
level of privacy and intimacy as well.

	Stepping inside, it took a little bit for their eyes to adjust
to the lower light, but once they did, Molly's opened wide.  The
assorted collection of seats were all filled up by couples, every one
of them in some level of intimate contact with their partner.  No
one was totally naked, or anything like that, but more than a few
had articles of clothing in disarray.

	"Do you want to stay?"  J.T. asked, giving Molly the chance
to opt out.

	"Yes,"  Molly replied as she squeezed J.T.'s hand tightly.

	J.T. kissed her again. This time the kiss was more intimate
and forceful as Molly felt the brunette's tongue slip into her
mouth.  She reached out with her own to meet it, feeling a pleasing
warmth as they met.

	J.T. pointed out an open spot over by a corner counter and
Molly headed for it.  As she moved across the floor, she could see
two women on a couch with their tops off, one sucking on the
breasts of the other.  Another couple occupied part of an
outcropping on the wall, one had her skirt lifted up around her
waist while her partner had her head up under it.  Neither even
looked up as she walked by.

	In the low light, Molly almost walked into the wall, stopping
just before she crashed into it.  Before she could turn around, she
felt J.T. move up against her.  The redhead let out a gasp as she
felt J.T. grind her crotch against her ass.  J.T.'s arms encircled
her and began to rub her breasts through her dress.

	Molly's nipples quickly grew hard as her breaths quickened.
They became even shorter when she felt J.T.'s breath on her neck.
J.T.'s tongue slowly licked up the side of her neck until it reached
her ear, which she proceeded to nibble and lick at.

	J.T. continued to rub and pinch Molly's breasts, though now
with only one hand.  The other traveled down to Molly's thigh and
ran up and down it, occasionally slipping under the hem of Molly's
dress.  Molly, for her part, pressed  her ass into J.T.'s crotch.
She reached back with one hand to caress J.T.'s face and  neck.

	J.T. responded by shifting the hand that had been massaging
Molly's breast and lifted it to the underside of her jaw, turning
her head.  A brief, but forceful kiss left Molly gasping for breath,
after which J.T. said, "Just leave everything up to me, honey."

	With that, J.T. bent Molly over the edge of the counter.
The hand that had been caressing Molly's thigh slipped between
her legs and again under her dress.  Molly soon felt a finger
tugging at the crotch of her panties.

	"Hmmm, silk.  And it feels like you've gone and got them all
wet," J.T. whispered, her lips close to Molly's ear.  The feel of
J.T.'s breath as she continued to nuzzle at her neck cause Molly's
heartbeat to double.

	J.T. proceeded to slowly tug Molly's panties down her legs,
using only two fingers.  All the while, she continued to massage
Molly's breasts and nuzzle her neck and face.

	Molly could hardly stand it.  She wanted to feel J.T.'s
fingers invade her sex, invoking sensations dormant since her
breakup with Evelyn.  Her legs, which had parted almost of their
own accord, now came back together to allow J.T. to slip the
panties down.

	Once they were around Molly's knees, J.T. bent down to
continue removing them.  Molly groaned when J.T. ceased her
attentions at her breasts and neck, but soon let out a gasp of joy
when one of the fingers from the hand that had previously been at
her breast, slipped into her and began to lightly stroke her clit.

	"Oh God, yes,"  Molly gasped as the speed of J.T.'s finger
began to increase, causing that small tingle that had appeared at
her first touch to quickly grow to a surging wave.

	Faster and faster, J.T. finger-fucked Molly, her fingers
hitting all the right spots until she could feel the tremors of the
redhead's body reaching a fevered pace.  She pressed her body
hard against the younger woman, sharing the warmth of her skin as
it exploded.

	"Ooooooooohhhhh!!!!!!"  Molly cried out, in a voice loud enough
to cause the small group of women that had previously ignored
them to pause their own play and turn in her direction.

	The smiles that filled their faces in the brief moments
before they returned to their own pleasures were reflected in
J.T.'s face as well.  She held Molly tight, sharing the joy of her
orgasm, bringing her lips to the younger woman's, bringing with
them the promise of even greater delights.

	"You don't know how much I needed that,"  Molly finally said
when she regained her voice.  "I don't know what else to say."

	"Say you'll come home with me,"  J.T. said as she took
Molly's hand in her own and brought it up to her lips.  "Say you'll
spend the night with me."

	"Do you really have to even ask?"  Molly replied in disbelief,
unable to imagine anything that would cause her to say no to that
request.

	J.T. just smiled, squeezing the younger woman's hand even
tighter.

	Still holding her hand, Molly quickly followed J.T. back up
the stairs and into the main club.  They crossed the dance floor,
which now seemed to hold more than twice the legal limit.  Glancing
in the direction of the bar, Molly caught sight of Keisha involved in
a quite intimate conversation with a large breasted blonde haired
woman.  Evidently she wouldn't be going home alone either.

				-=-=-=-

	J.T. had parked her car, a fire engine red 1995 Trans Am
convertible in the parking lot across the street.  She loved the car
too much to leave in on the empty streets.  She handed the
attendant a twenty-dollar bill, picking up her keys without waiting
for change.  The sight of two women heading home together didn't
even give the coverall garbed attendant pause.  His boss kept the
lot open on weekends just for the lesbian club across the street,
making almost as much as he did from the business crowd during
the week.

	"Where do you live?"  Molly asked as J.T. moved the stick
into gear and roared out of the parking lot.

	"Not far,"  J.T. said, making a turn in the direction of the
highway.

	The roar of the wind as they raced down the asphalt road
cut off any further conversation, leaving Molly to just admire the
woman sitting next to her.  Her eyes moved slowly down J.T.'s
body, taking in every aspect of her face before moving on to the
contours of her breasts.  A view that renewed the tingle between
her legs, the memory of what it had just been fresh in her
thoughts.

	With her pedal to the metal, as the old saying went, it was a
short time before they found themselves on the coast highway.
Out past the guardrails, Molly could hear, if not clearly see, the
waves of the Pacific Ocean crashing against the shore.  Every once
and a while, she would catch sight of a house as they passed it,
until finally J.T. veered off the main road toward one of them.

	"You live here?"  Molly asked, marveling at the large beach
house at the end of the road.

	"Not exactly,"  J.T. replied as she passed the turnoff for
the driveway and instead continued downward to a much smaller
structure down on the beach.  "This is home,"  she added as she
killed the engine.

	"Nice,"  Molly said as she looked at what she guessed was a
guest house of sorts.

	"It's actually owned by an old friend of my grandmother,"
J.T. explained as she climbed out of the car.  "That was his house
we passed back there up the road.  He's a retired actor and rents
the guest house out to me at a pretty nice rate."

	"God, what a beautiful view,"  Molly exclaimed as she
stepped out of the car and looked out on the empty moonlit beach
spread out beyond the end of the road.  "It's spectacular."

	"That it is,"  J.T. agreed as she walked around the car and up
behind Molly.  "There's almost nothing I love more than going for
long walks down there."

	"Could we do that now?"  an excited Molly asked.

	"I don't see why not,"  J.T. smiled.  "After all, it's a beautiful
night.  Almost as beautiful as you are."  she added as she leaned
closer, put her hands on Molly's shoulders and kissed her softly.

	Molly tilted her head back, returning the older woman's kiss.

	Then, hand and hand, they proceeded down the narrow path
that led down to the pristine sands below, pausing at the edge just
long enough to lose their footwear.

	It was a short walk to the water's edge and a few minutes
later both Molly and J.T. felt the cool water of the rising tide
splashing over their feet.  The rolling waves continued onward until
they finally crested a dozen feet behind them.

	"The water feels great,"  Molly said as the last wave
receded and another took it place.  "So relaxing."

	"Isn't it,"  J.T. agreed.  "That's why I love living here so
much.  Some nights I've can't resist going for a late night swim."

	"That must be heavenly,"  Molly added as she looked up and
down the empty beach.

	"It is,"  J.T. smiled, "want to try it?"

	"I don't have anything dry to change into,"  Molly replied.

	"Actually, I don't wear anything when I go for a swim,"  J.T.
grinned.

	Molly looked at her for a very long moment, then her own
face filled with a smile.  She'd never actually gone skinny dipping
before, but if she wanted to now, this was as private as you could
get.

	Letting go of J.T.'s hand,  Molly walked back up the beach a
little ways, just beyond the limits of the surf.  Undoing the
restraints of her dress, she carefully took it off and folding it,
setting it down on a dry patch of beach.  She hadn't worn a bra
with her dress and her panties had been left behind at the club.

	"Very nice,"  J.T. said as she took it the full beauty of
Molly's body as she walked back, especially her rounded breasts
and the hard nipples that capped them.

	"Hopefully, your grandmother's friend isn't at one of his
windows watching us with a pair of binoculars,"  Molly quipped to
cover her last bit of nervousness.

	"Who told you?"  J.T. replied, her tone one of unquestionable
seriousness.

	"What?"  the redhead said in shocked reply.

	"I'm only kidding,"  J.T. now laughed.

	Molly now laughed as well, the joke dispelling her last tiny
bit of hesitation.  J.T. didn't bother telling Molly that even if the
former actor had seen them, the celebrated star wouldn't have had
the slightest bit of interest.  Despite a long career playing leading
men in romantic comedies, his real interest centered on bright and
willing young men; many of who still continued to be overnight
guests at the main house.

	Another time, Molly might have found that interesting, but
at this moment her attention was a lot more localized.  Closing the
distance between the two of them even more, she kissed J.T.
softly on her lips.

	As she did, her fingers dropped to the belt around J.T.'s
waist and began to quickly undo it.  After kissing the brunette a
second time, Molly dropped down to her knees, immersing them in
the warm surf,  and pulled down J.T.'s zipper.  A gentle tug pulled
the shorts loose and they effortlessly slid down the older woman's
legs.

	Molly wasn't surprised by the fact that J.T. hasn't been
wearing any panties.  On nights when she went out with the
intention of getting laid, underwear was a sometime proposition as
well.  What did surprise her was the large bushy path of dark hair
between J.T.'s legs.  It was the most hair she had ever seen on a
woman and she considered it highly erotic.

	Since J.T. had a full wardrobe just up the beach, getting her
shorts soaked was of little concern.  With a strong toss, Molly
threw them up onto the beach.  Then, starting at her water
covered ankles, the teacher slid her hands up the dentist's legs,
across her waist and then up and under her T-shirt, coming to rest
against the soft flesh of her breasts.

	"Mmmmm,"  J.T. purred as she felt Molly's fingers massage
her mounds.

	Just as quickly, Molly withdrew her hands and took hold of
the bottom edge of J.T.'s shirt.  An upward motion pulled the
form-fitting garment over the tall woman's head and another hard
toss sent it up onto the dry sand as well.

	Now both completely naked, the two women came together,
their bodies pressing against each other.  Hands and soft lips
explored exposed flesh, sending soft ripples of delight through
each of them.

	After being passive for the last few minutes, J.T. now took a
more aggressive stance.  She pressed Molly back down onto her
knees and, placing her hand against the back of her head, pressed
the redhead's mouth against her stomach.

	Even as they stood there, the waves of the ocean continued
to lap up against both of them.  Cooling as they might be, they did
little to quell the passions rising within both bodies.

	Molly kissed the now wet flesh, running her tongue and
fingers across J.T.'s stomach.  Bit by bit she moved her attentions
upward, her fingers reaching the brunette's large breasts and
tracing the outlines of the dark circles.  A target that drew her
mouth a few heartbeats later as she added to the wetness
covering her.

	J.T. arched her body backward, her hands moving up and
behind her own dark hair as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the
sensations filling her.  Molly moved back and forth between the
two mounds, feasting on their ambrosia.

	"Oh yeah, baby,"  J.T. , leaning over, whispered into Molly's
ear just before  she kissed her once more.  "I knew from the
moment I saw you that you and I were made for each other."

	That same thought was very much on Molly's mind as well as
she returned to her adoration of J.T.'s body.  A homage that went
on for a considerable amount of time until J.T. moved the two of
them out of the surf and up onto the wet sand.

	Stretching Molly out on the beach, J.T. dropped to her own
knees and ran her hands across the redhead's form.  She pulled
Molly's legs open, moving even closer as the tide gently spread
around them.

	Bending down, J.T. kissed Molly.  A second and third kiss
followed, each more intense than the last.  Kisses that continued as
J.T. moved down Molly's body to her own ample bust.  With a desire
no less than that which the younger woman had just exhibited, J.T.
brought forth much of the same pleasures.  Pleasures that
increased as she moved even further downward a short time later,
bringing her talented tongue and mouth between Molly's legs.

	Paving the way with her fingers, J.T. followed them with her
darting tongue, pressing it deep within Molly.  A thrust that
brought a loud gasp from the prone woman's lips.  A gasp that
transformed into a series of happy moans under J.T.'s
ministrations.

	Molly's hands and head sank deep against the wet sands as
she closed her eyes and drifted on waves of ecstasy.  Waves that
increased in scope as J.T. continued to bring all of her talents to
bear.  And with each passing heartbeat, the level of excitement
within her continued to grow.


	"Yes, yes, oh God, yes!"  Molly cried out as she rocked her
body back and forth,  her motions now totally driven by her
passions.

	Passions that also filled J.T. as she lifted her head and
pivoted her body, bringing it all the way around so that she could
give Molly access to her own sex.  An action that the smaller
woman was quick to take full advantage of, quickly bringing her own
not inconsiderable expertise into play.

	They quickly fell into a rhythm that felt as natural as if
they'd been lovers for years.  An erotic ballet that went on for the
next three-quarters of an hour, until the first spreading light of
an approaching dawn appeared on the horizon.

	In short minutes, the warmth of a new day passed over
them, adding to the fires that consumed them.  It acted as a
tripwire as their mutual efforts brought on an almost simultaneous
orgasm for both.  One they each hoped deep in their hearts would
be just the first of many.

				-=-=-=-


	"Who ever imagined that I'd ever love seeing my dentist?"
Molly said an hour later as the two of them sat, still naked, on the
now dry sand.

	"It's a pity you only get to see her twice a year,"  J.T.
replied, looking out onto the new day.

	"What?"  a stunned Molly gasped, snapping her head sharply
in J.T.'s direction.

	"Only kidding,"  J.T. smiled broadly as she turned her head
as well and kissed her new lover.  "I intend to see quite a lot of
you."

	"J.T., you are something else,"  Molly grinned after returning
the kiss.

	"Jennifer."

	"Excuse me?"  Molly asked.

	"My name is Jennifer,"  the dark haired  woman repeated
with the broadest of smiles, "Jennifer Teresa actually.  If we're
going to be lovers, I'd really like it if you could call me that."

	Molly's own smile got even broader as she leaned in to kiss
Jennifer one more time.  As she did, it suddenly occurred to her
that the fortune teller had been right after all.

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