
Plath's Place (Rom)
By Headhunter


She was so nervous that her stomach felt queasy and her legs rubbery.  Her 
mind seemed detached from her body as she entered the club.  She had been 
here two months earlier, so she was familiar with the layout and the decor.  
But it was different this time.  Two months ago it had been mid-afternoon 
and the place was almost empty.  She had taken off work early that day.   
Her husband would be working late so she had decided to stop off for a 
drink.  It had been a bitch of a morning at work. She has seen the sign that 
read 'Plath's Place', and since Sylvia Plath was her favorite poet, she 
decided to stop. A drink would help her unwind.  Then she would go home fix 
dinner and wait for her husband.

This time it was 10:00 at night and the club was crowded.  The atmosphere 
inside wasn't rancous, but music was playing and the rituals of people 
having fun, meeting, talking, pairing off, and enjoying each other's company 
were obvious.   She straightened her dark silk skirt one last time and 
entered, heading towards the ivory colored bar.   It was so strange to be in 
a club that wasn't dark, heavy and masculine.  This place clearly had a 
feminine touch.  The decor was also sophisticated and literary.  Not 
surprising, given the name over the door.   Sort of a 'nightlife at Vassar 
College' look.

Two months earlier she had entered the club, enjoyed the light airiness of 
the place, and had sat at this same bar.  She had ordered a Daiquiri from 
the barmaid.  She had almost finished the drink, sitting there lost in 
thought, before she realized.   The only male in the place was an 
octogenarian slowly pushing a broom across the polished tile floors.  The 
few other patrons were all women.  Most looked very much like her, busy 
professionals taking a mid-afternoon break.  The realization that she was in 
what was a lesbian club caused her to sit up with a jerk.  The barmaid 
noticed and with a knowing smile said, "It's OK, nobody will bother you."  
Noticing the ring on her finger the attractive server added, "a lot of 
married women come in here during the day.  They find it peaceful, and they 
don't have to worry about some guy making a jerk of himself and ruining the 
few minutes they have to relax."

She visibly relaxed and the barmaid moved to another patron who had just 
entered.  She enjoyed the peaceful surroundings. She hummed softly to the 
canned string quartet music and finished her drink.  She felt an unusual 
calm. She felt as if she fit here.  A wonderful, but disquieting feeling.  
As she paid for her drink and stood to leave, the barmaid said, "please come 
back, but I wouldn't suggest that you come here in the late evening on the 
weekend."    She gave the barmaid a surprised look. "Listen, you are very 
attractive and would certainly be very popular with the night crowd.  So be 
sure you know what you are looking for before you come back then."

Over the next few weeks she had not been able to get the thought of  
"Plath's Place" out of her mind.  She didn't go back to the club, but found 
herself thinking all sorts of strange thoughts (strange for her) during 
quiet times.  She began to look at her female co-workers a little 
differently, even a few of her friends.

Now here she was.  It was a Friday night and she could feel several sets of 
eyes on her as she stood at the bar.  The same barmaid she had seen before 
took her order.  When her drink came, she almost whispered, "Do you remember 
me?"  The barmaid cast an appraising eye over the woman and said, "I think 
so.   You were in a couple of months ago.   I'm surprised to see you here on 
a Friday night."  The last sentenced was delivered as the barmaid nodded 
towards her left hand.  Looking down she noticed the light reflecting from 
her rings.

"Don't worry," the barmaid continued, "you will get hit on, but nobody in 
here will cross any line you don't want crossed.   We don't cater to the 
'butch leather' crowd so relax.  But be honest, if your not interested just 
say so.  If your unsure about yourself don't string anybody along, that will 
piss people off.  By the way what's your name?"

"Mrs. Francis McD....."  She caught herself.   "Sorry, Hi, I'm Fran."

The barmaid said, "I'm Rose. And the first drink is on the house tonight 
Fran.  Relax, have fun and I'll keep my eye on you.  OK"

"Thanks," Fran responded feeling better.  Taking a sip of her drink Fran 
began to relax.  The earth hadn't opened, the world hadn't ended, she was 
OK.  Nothing bad had happened.  The feeling of peace that she felt two 
months ago returned to the 30 year-old wife and businesswoman.    Finally 
she felt secure enough to look around the club.  There were small groups of 
women seated at tables talking and laughing.  Five or six couple danced to a 
moderately paced classic rock song on a small dance floor.   The women 
ranged in age from early twenties to over fifty.  The younger women dressed 
in jeans and tank tops, the older women, like her where in dressier clothes. 
  Some wore pantsuits, some skirts and blouses, others in designer dresses.  
Everyone was attractive and like her, appeared upper-middle class.

Fran's act of looking about the room must have sent some kind of signal.   
Almost immediately she was approached by a sophisticated woman who slide 
next to her and said, "Hello, I haven't seen you in here before."  Fran 
almost choked on her drink.  How many times had some man said the exact same 
thing to her?

"Hello," Fran replied.

"Are you from out of town?"

"Well I live in the suburbs, and I've only been here once before."

"I'm Betty, would you like to sit at my table....Ah ...I didn't hear your 
name."

"I'm Fran.  Thank you Betty, but I think I'll stay here for a while."  
Without another word, Betty turned and headed down the bar towards another 
newcomer.

Rose stopped by on her way to re-fill a drink.  "Smart Fran, Betty hovers 
around looking for new-bees.   You sized her up.  I guess I don't have to 
worry about you."

Fran smiled at Rose and for a minute tried to imagine what it would feel 
like to hold her.

"Fran....Fran.....hey, I like you, but I'm in a relationship.  Just relax, 
you will meet someone if you really want to."  With that comment Rose was 
off to the other end of the bar.

"Hey, wow Mrs. McDermott, I'm surprised to see you in here."

Fran turned and was face to face with a familiar young face.

"Remember me, I'm Kelly.  I was an intern in your office last year.  Well, I 
graduated and am working full-time downtown now.  How are you doing?  You 
were so nice to me..." The effervescent young woman was talking a mile a 
minute.  Fran didn't have time to respond.  Despite a moment of concern 
about being recognized Fran quickly relax again.   After all Kelly didn't 
know any of her friends and certainly didn't have any contact with her boss, 
who was the President of the company.

"Congratulations on graduating and getting a job Kelly."

"I thought you were married Mrs. McDermott.    Hey do you want to dance?  
That will make my friend crazy jealous, you are the best looking person in 
here...."

Fran was dizzy with the endless chatter.   Well, 'in for a penny in for a 
pound,' Fran thought to herself.   Besides Kelly was safe, and apparently 
was here with someone.  "Kelly stop!  Yes, I'll dance with you, but only if 
you slow down and take a breath."

Kelly blushed and apologized.  The song was a slow one.  At first Fran was 
glad, she hadn't danced fast in years and didn't even know the current dance 
style, but then she realized that she would have to hold Kelly close.  She 
stood and walked with Kelly to the rapidly filling dance floor.  She felt an 
electric shock when Kelly grabbed her hand and pulled her into an embrace.

Well that problem was solved.  She wouldn't have to worry about holding 
Kelly, Kelly was holding her.   The young woman was about 4 inches taller 
than Fran's diminutive 5'2".  Kelly had placed a hand on each of Fran's hips 
and pulled their bodies together.  Fran, unsure of what to do, eventually 
placed her hands on Kelly shoulders.   Kelly wore a tank top with string 
straps.  The feel of the young woman's cool skin on her sensitive palms 
jolted Fran.  The wife stared at Kelly's chin.  She was very aware of 
Kelly's youthful, firm breasts as they rested on top of her own medium sized 
chest.  Fran wore a bra, but knew that Kelly did not.  Her dance partners 
jersey tank top had prominent bumps on the front.  After a few moments, 
Kelly removed her hands from Fran's hips, took Kelly's hands into her own, 
and placed the 30-year old woman's arms around her neck.   Then the young 
woman gently pressed Fran's face against her upper chest and returned her 
hands to her hips.    They only stayed for a moment.  Soon Kelly encircled 
Fran's waist and squeezed her closer.  A soft sigh escaped the young woman's 
lips as the two women rocked gently in place.

Fran felt herself going limp.  God, this is wonderful she thought to 
herself.  Suddenly she realized that one of the reasons that this was so 
comfortable was that there was no hard erection between their two bodies.  
When she danced like this with a man, there was always that insistent 
hardness that ruined the moment.  Even with her husband, who she truly 
loved, the hard appendage always ruined the mood.  It was a presence that 
would not let a woman simply enjoy the dance.  Fran felt that hard cock was 
always screaming at her.  "SEE ME, I'M HARD AND AROUSED, YOU ARE GOING TO 
HAVE TO DEAL WITH ME AT SOME POINT."  But with Kelly she found herself 
enjoying the dance and the embrace.  She was even getting used to the soft 
pillowy feel of the breasts pressed against her.

Fran reflected on her life in the comfort of Kelly arms.  Yes, she loved 
David.  They had met 6 years ago.  She, an up and coming corporate manger, 
he, the smart blue-jeaned, techy, keeping the computer systems running.  He 
was not intimidated by her, even thought he was a year and a half-younger.  
He wore his hair long and thumbed his nose at the "suits."  That is not to 
say he was a jerk.  He was methodical and planned everything.  He often 
joked that his was so organized that Computers were the only "people" who 
could work with him. He was also loving and was the most tenderhearted man 
Fran knew. Unlike a lot of 'teckies', he worked out, loved sports and was 
very handsome under all that hair, moustache and beard.  They had just 
celebrated their 5th anniversary.  But, both of their careers had taken a 
toll on the time they had together.  In fact, David had been gone for 3 
weeks working on a systems interface problem at their European branch.

Fran was startled back to reality when she heard a voice over her shoulder, 
"Old friend my ass, Kelly."

The two women broke the embrace and turned to face the voice.   "Oh come on, 
Beth."  Kelly quickly hugged the girl to her. Much to Fran's surprise Kelly 
gave the girl a long, open-mouthed kiss.  Then she winked at Fran.

"Thanks for the dance, Mrs. McDermott.  Do you want to sit with us?"

"Thanks Kelly, I think I will.  If it is OK with Beth?"

"I guess.   You are not interested in Kelly are you?"

Fran laughed, "I don't know what I'm interested in, but no, Kelly is a bit 
young for me.  I enjoyed the dance though."

Fran retrieved her drink from the bar.  She didn't see Rose so she left the 
bar and walked over the table.   Kelly pulled out a chair for her then 
joined Beth on the other side of the table.  That seemed to calm Beth.

Fran scanned the room from the safety of the table.  She noticed that a tall 
slender blonde woman in a black cocktail dress was entering the club.    The 
woman was graceful and lean.  The dress had a low cut back.  So low that the 
swell of her buttocks were almost exposed.  Fran could see a faint white 
strap tan line across the tanned back, from a bikini top.  Long masses of 
wavy blonde hair that fell to her shoulders partially covering the woman's 
face.  A wide black matching cloth choker encircled the long neck.

The sight of the woman captivated Fran.

"Oh, looks like Mrs. McDermott is smitten," an observant Kelly laughed.

Fran turned to the girls and blushed.

"Hey, it's OK.  She is beautiful and she looks your type.  You should go up 
and say hello to her.  I've never seen her in here before."

Fran couldn't make herself move.

"Opps to late. Betty is already zeroing in on her."

Fran looked back to the bar and saw the newcomer deep in conversation with 
the hard looking older woman.

They sat at the table for a few minutes.  Kelly was talking non-stop about 
her new job.

Fran noticed that Betty was dancing with the newcomer.  The older woman's 
hands were gently caressing the buttocks of the woman.

Kelly finally said to the distracted Fran, "Mrs. McDermott, why don't you 
dance with Beth?  Then after awhile you can cut in and dance with her."  She 
nodded towards the couple on the dance floor.   After a while I'll rescue 
Beth from Betty."

Beth said, "Why do I have to dance with Betty? She is all hands."

Kelly smiled sweetly at Beth, "OK honey, I'll do it.  It will give me a 
chance to dance some more with Mrs. McDermott."  Then Kelly gave Fran what 
could only be described as 'a smoldering look.'

"OK, OK , I'll do it," Beth exclaimed.  She was still a bit unsure of her 
lovers and Fran's relationship.

Fran stood and Kelly whispered something into Beth's ear as she stood.  In 
moments the two were dancing.  Fran didn't fumble with the movement this 
time. She found herself in a tight embrace with the young Beth.  They were 
close to the same size so their breasts flattened against each other.

"I can see why Kelly likes you.  You are beautiful," Beth whispered into the 
wife's ear.

Fran inhaled the fragrance of her partner.  Beth smelled like a spring 
garden, lavender and rose.  Fran found herself wondering about what she 
would look like naked.

Beth seemed in no hurry to stop dancing, so it was several long minutes 
before they found themselves dancing next to Betty and the blonde that had 
caught Fran's attention.

"This is so incredible," Fran remarked out loud.  "I have danced and been 
held by two beautiful women and I want more."

Beth laughed, "be careful Mrs. McDermott, being with a beautiful, tender 
woman will change your whole perspective.   Be sure it is what you want."  
After another moment of dancing,  " OK are you ready?  Listen when we cut in 
you will need to take the lead. Betty is dancing with that poor Fem as if 
she is directing traffic.  Can you do that?"

"I'll try," she stuttered.   Fran was shocked by the use of the word  'Fem'. 
  But it must be accurate.  Her friend and beautician, Carol Higgins, had 
used the word several weeks ago when that had talked privately about Fran's 
unsettling new feelings.

Fran had known Carol since high school.  While Fran had gone to college and 
into the corporate world, Carol had gotten married and gone to beautician's 
school.  Fran liked her even though they were so different.  Carol was down 
to earth and "told it like it is."  That was refreshing for Fran.  Day after 
day she dealt with the corporate politics and backstabbing.  Carol was a 
breath of fresh air.   Carol was like a bartender.  She heard everything, 
but never gossiped.  Fran like many of her clients used Carol as a sounding 
board and a place to vent frustrations.  Carol had been honest with Fran 
about her fiend's revelations.  "Hey some nights when Charley comes to bed, 
grunts, and wants to stick it in me, I think about kicking his ass out and 
finding a soft woman to love.  Don't feel guilty, most women think about 
from time to time.  At least most of the women who come in here.   Your only 
problem is David.  He is a sweetheart, you wouldn't want to mess up your 
relationship with him."  At a later appointment the subject had come up 
again.  "You really have this in your head, don't you Fran?" Carol had 
commented.

"I can't get it out of my head," Fran replied

"Let me think about it. I'll ask some of my clients who go both ways and get 
some anonymous advice for you."

"Thanks, Carol you are a lifesaver."

Fran was pulled from her thoughts.  "We are cutting in Betty," Beth 
exclaimed.

Beth leaned forward and kissed Fran hard on the lips, even running her 
tongue quickly into the surprised wife's mouth.  Beth's tongue tasted so 
sweet, not at all like the heavy musk tasting tongue of a male.    Suddenly 
Fran's arms were empty.  Despite promising herself not to bumble, she found 
herself facing the blonde woman feeling very awkward and still recovering 
from Beth's kiss.

Beth danced away with a fuming Betty and called out, "have fun."

"Do you want to dance?" Fran finally got out.

The blonde nodded shyly and stood waiting for Fran to take the lead.

Remembering what Kelly had done, Fran placed her hands on the waist of the 
woman.  She could feel a tight corset/bra under the dress.  Of course a bra 
like that was necessary for a dress with such a low back.  She allowed her 
hands to touch the skin on the woman's lower back.  It was if electricity 
shot into her fingers.  The woman was easily 6 inches taller than Fran, 
probably about 5'8".  Fran was frightened; her emotions were running wild. 
Her knees were week and stomach was in knots.  She wished she had eaten 
something before her drinks.   She dare not look up into the blonde's face.  
All she could do was flatten her body against the woman and began to lead 
the taller woman around the dance floor.  She rested her face against the 
woman shoulder and took stock of her partner.  The woman's breasts were 
small, but firm.  Fran's hips pressed tightly and could feel strong legs 
surrounding that vacant hole between lower belly and upper thighs.

Fran's breath quickened.   The woman leaned forward and pressed her lips to 
Fran's ear.  A soft delicate tongue gently licked her lobe.  "OH God," Fran 
thought, "Oh God."  The woman's arms encircled her.

"Please can we sit down," Fran begged.  "It's to much.  I need to think.  
I...."

The two women moved side by side to the empty table.  Kelly and Beth were 
now dancing and Betty was hovering around like a vulture.

Fran literally clasped into her chair next to her dancing partner.  She 
leaned back resting on the chair back, trying to calm down.  The blonde 
leaned forward placing her arms on the tabletop.  Fran finally composed 
herself enough to look over at the woman.  The woman raised a hand and 
brushed the wavy hair from the side of her face.  The hair was thick and 
luxuriant.  A long crystal earring was momentarily exposed swinging gently, 
then the heavy hair swung back into place hiding the jewelry and the side of 
the face.

Betty was moving towards their table.  Fran, in a panic, not wanting to 
loose this opportunity, sat up reached her arms around the seated blonde and 
hugged herself tightly to the exposed skin of the woman's back.  Fran buried 
her cheek into the soft hair.  The blonde tresses smelled of aloe and the 
soft skin beneath her chin had the fragrance of a delicate soap.  Fran held 
on tight.  Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, she willed Betty away.  In fact, 
she willed the world away.  She needed this woman. She needed to be held by 
her.  Fran needed to know.

She didn't know what was happening.  She was standing and being held by an 
arm around her waist.  Her feet were moving.  The sounds of 'Plath's Place" 
were fading.  She could feel cool air on her arms and legs.  She slowly 
opened her eyes.  It was dark.  She heard a car door open.  Now she was 
sitting.  Her head back against the seat rest.  Wait, this was her car.  
How....? Why....?



Fran was lying on the bed.  She was naked now except for a black garter belt 
and stockings.  Fran was in her favorite room, surrounded by soft pillows.  
Her bedroom was only dimly lit.  She felt so comfortable, relaxed and she 
was so wet.  Her nipples were tight little buds and a warmth spread in her 
belly.   It was as if she was floating and something wonderful was about to 
happen.  At the end of the bed a soft rustling of cloth.  Blonde hair 
bounced free.  She stood there looking down at Fran.  Black choker; black 
corset bra, flaring hips, French cut panties and elastic thigh highs.   She 
was tall, slender, and very feminine.   Fran smiled a wanton smile and 
spread her legs.  The blonde crawled like a cat onto the foot of the bed and 
extended a soft pink tongue.




"When did you know?"

The room was flooded with late morning sunlight.

"I wasn't 100% sure until we got home.  I never got a good look at your 
face."

David was quiet for a minute.  In a serious tone he said,  "you would be 
here with someone else then."

Fran hugged him.  He still wore the corset bra and panties.  "But, I'm not.  
You saved me."

"For now."

"Yes, ...for now."  Wanting to change the subject she quickly added, "God 
you are so beautiful.  It has been years since I have seen you without all 
that hair on your face.   Plus perming and lightening your hair.  Do me a 
favor, stay clean shaven."

"You know me.  I'm up for that big promotion, so it's time to change my free 
spirit image.  The hair gets cut, and the earring comes out."

"Speaking of that, how did you do all this.  How did you know?"

"Carol called me after your first conversation.  I've been working on this 
for weeks.  I got into town two days ago.  I've been in the tanning booth 
with a bra on, had all my body hair shaved off, and been instructed by Carol 
on the finer points of how women make love to women."

"Instructed....?"

"Only verbally my love, only verbally.   Carol asked some of her Fem 
customers what they like."

"Well I loved it. You were so different."

"So feminine?"

"Yes, so feminine!"

"Well these things," David indicated the black lace he was wearing, "are 
Carol's.  We are almost the same size.  Except my normal 32 inch waist is 
squeezed down to a 28 at the moment. "

Fran ran her hand across the flaring hip, pushed out by the tight corset.   
They hugged each other again. Lace against flesh.  For one last moment Fran 
pretended......

"Well, I need to wash this make-up off.   I see Carol at 2:00pm to be put 
back together.  The hair gets cut, and nail extenders and polish removed.

"One question love, where it IT."

"Oh," David grinned, "I sat in a bucket of ice for a half hour.  It, and 
they, shrank enough to tuck between my cheeks.  Never fear, a hot bath and 
they will be as good as new.  In fact, they deserve a reward."

"I'll take care of that when my husband comes back home from his trip 
tonight.  Right now, I need my new lover back between my legs.  But take off 
the earrings first, they scratch."




Later while driving to Carol's shop for his second makeover in two days Fran 
said said to David, "I love you so much.  Thank you for this."

"You are welcome, my love."

"You looked so good David.  Betty would have been surprised if she had taken 
you home."

"Well, I have been on a high fat diet for three weeks to soften myself, and 
I can't go back to the gym until my body hair grows back.  Some tanning 
cream will take care of the 'bathing suit stripes', but I like the blonde 
color more than my old light brown.  I think I'll keep it, but much shorter. 
   I think that I'll let the holes close in my ears. I'm getting too old for 
an ear stud.   I had forgotten how much having just the one pierced, hurt."

Fran laughed, "The pain we women go through to look good.  The choker to 
hide your Adam's Apple was a nice touch."

David simply smiled.

They were quiet for a long moment, lost in their own thoughts.

David finally asked, "You know you mean everything to me.  Did this help?"

"I don't know.  You were a woman last night.  And frankly something has been 
awakened in me.  I just don't know if my feelings have been satisfied or 
piqued."

"Whatever you need to do, I'll always love you."

Fran cried, "I know my love, you have done so much already.  More than I 
deserve, I just don't know if it is enough."

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