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Subject: {ASSM} The Club: Sarah and Anne Outside the Club (4/6,FF,Sexfight)
Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 23:10:38 -0500
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The Club: Sarah and Anne - Outside the Club (Part
Four)
At six-thirty that evening, Sarah was fresh from the
shower and examining her wardrobe. She pulled down
several dresses from the huge closet in their master
bedroom and laid them on the bed. One by one, she
held them up in front of her naked body and examined
herself in the full-length mirrors.
She decided on a dark red Vera Wang. It was made of
exquisite layers of silk and was a backless number
that had a thin strap around the neck. The bodice
separated into two narrow bands that cupped the
breasts. The neckline plunged to the navel. The
hemline would brush the instep of her feet, which
would perch on strappy Liz Claiborne high-heeled
sandals. The dress was slit on the left side from hem
to hip. Unless Sarah exhibited tight control when
walking or sitting, she would be flashing anyone who
looked at her. And Sarah would wear nothing under the
dress.
Franklin, already dressed in his Armani suit, waited
patiently downstairs. He checked the weather forecast
on television for the fifteenth time. The chances
were about even that an ice storm would blanket the
area before midnight.
Finally, Sarah descended the staircase in her stunning
outfit. Franklin had to admire her. She was a blonde
vision clothed in elegance. Her narrow-waisted body
filled the dress to perfection. Her straight blonde
hair was casually set in a windblown style that suited
her. She was wearing ruby earrings and a simple gold
chain that nestled in her cleavage. The glimpses of
her shapely legs and pretty feet were enough to stir
his masculinity.
The night was cold and overcast, and the chill winds
were enough to stiffen Sarah's nipples, but soon they
were nestled in the soft leather of the Bentley's
front seats. They sped along the streets of the city
towards the exclusive neighborhood where Anne Walker
and her husband lived.
They pulled up to the driveway of a large traditional
two-story house. Sarah had never seen it before. She
noted idly that it was at least equal in stature to
her own house. Financially, most of the women in the
club were equals. Once you got past a net worth of
ten million, there wasn't much point in counting.
Franklin parked by the side entrance and got out of
the car. Sarah waited while he came around to open
her door. She stepped out, pulling her mink coat
around her shoulders. They stepped up the door and
Franklin pushed the doorbell.
It was Clark who opened the door. He was dressed in a
dark-blue Saville Row suit with a traditional striped
tie. He said, in a booming voice, "Come on in! It's
too cold to be out long. Hello, Franklin, it's good
to see you again!"
Franklin shook hands with the other man. He stepped
to one side, and Sarah came forward.
Clark smiled broadly. "Well, my dear, I can see why
Franklin just keeps talking about you. How wonderful
to finally meet you."
Sarah smiled broadly and leaned forward to allow her
cheek to be kissed. Like Franklin, Clark was a tall,
dark-haired man in his early forties. He had a
pleasantly handsome face and a charming manner.
She said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I imagine
Anne has told you that we know each other slightly."
Clark said, "Yes, she said you belong to some of the
same clubs. Well, I'm sure this is an opportunity to
get better acquainted. Anne should just be a few
minutes. Why don't you come to the living room and
we'll have ourselves a short one?"
Sarah and Franklin followed their host down the hall.
The living room was furnished in rich leather and dark
polished woods. Clark busied himself about the bar as
Sarah and Franklin took seats on the sofa.
Sarah heard the quiet tocking sound of high heels on a
hardwood floor. She looked at the other entrance to
the living room as Anne walked in. Sarah had never
seen Anne really dressed up, and she had to admit, the
bitch looked good.
The petite dark-haired woman was wearing a long Calvin
Klein dress made of beaded blue fabric. The top was
suspended by spaghetti straps and gathered itself over
Anne's round breasts. The bumps of the nipples could
be clearly seen. The dress had an empire waist that
emphasized the bust line. It descended in folds
toward the floor. It had several slits, and one of
Anne's bare legs was visible up to mid-thigh. Like
Sarah, she wore high-heeled sandals that stressed the
fine lines of her calves. Her toes were painted in a
lustrous dark red. Diamonds glittered at her ears and
throat.
Franklin stood up when she came into the room. Clark
turned around, and said, "Hello, dear. My, you do
look superb."
Anne walked over to the couch, extending her hand.
She turned her head to her husband, and said, "Oh,
thank you, dear. If that's a martini you're mixing,
I'd love one." She turned to Franklin and looked up.
"It's so wonderful to meet you. I've really been
looking forward to this evening." She moved her cheek
forward to be kissed as she held Franklin's hand.
Sarah stood up, a perfect smile on herself. "Hello
there, Anne. You look smashing."
Anne turned to Sarah, her smile matching the blonde's.
"How kind of you, dear. You look gorgeous in that
dress." Both women leaned their cheeks forward and
touched them briefly, making slight kissing noises.
They were rescued from more small talk when Clark came
over with the tray of martinis. Each person took one,
and they raised their glasses.
Franklin said heartily, "To new friends!" They sipped
the chilled and potent drinks.
They chattered a bit. Sarah and Anne didn't pay much
attention to the conversation, nodding briefly and
making non-committal noises. They stole glances at
each other's bodies whenever they could and compared
themselves point-to-point. The evening had begun.
After a few minutes, they laid the empty glasses on
the sterling silver tray. Franklin said, "Let's be
off, shall we? The weather is a bit risky, and I'd
like to get to Odell's for a cocktail before dinner
proper."
There were nods and sounds of assent. They gathered
their coats and wraps, and proceeded off to the
Bentley. The chill winds blew outside, in odd
counterpoint to the heat, unnoticed by the men,
between the two expensively clad and bejeweled women.
= To Be Continued =
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