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Subject: {ASSM} The Club: Sarah and Anne Outside the Club (5/6,FF,Sexfight)
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The Club: Sarah and Anne - Outside the Club (Part
Five)
The valet took charge of the Bentley as the foursome
entered the sedate and rarefied atmosphere of Odell's.
They gave their coats and wraps to the coat-check
woman. The muted sounds of the jazz quartet could be
heard as the headwaiter led them to their table.
They were seated at a square table set off in an
alcove. Pure white linen covered the table. Sarah
and Anne sat at adjacent sides, and the men sat so
they faced the other's spouse. A few minutes were
taken with drink orders.
Anne regarded the surroundings. Diners in other
alcoves were visible in the subdued light. The
darkness under the tables was almost complete. As she
lay her handbag down by the edge of her chair, she
surreptitiously undid the straps on her sandals. She
let the shoes slide off her bare feet.
As if telepathically connected, Sarah did the same
thing. The blonde woman nodded to something Clark
said, and smiled. She placed her naked foot on the
firm carpeting. She edged it to the left.
Anne felt the edge of Sarah's foot on her own. She
turned to Sarah and smiled. Anne raised her right
foot slowly, and placed her toes on the instep of
Sarah's foot. She pressed down...softly at first, then
with greater pressure.
Sarah continued to make small talk as her foot met
Anne's in a silent contest. She was about to bring
her right foot into play when the drinks arrived. The
women brought their feet back to neutral position,
under their chairs. After the drinks were delivered,
their waiter arrived and gave them the menus and
advised them of the specials.
After the waiter left, they perused the menu. Sarah
quietly moved her foot over to Anne's. She curled her
toes downward, lifted her foot, and brought it down
swiftly on Anne's instep.
Anne almost gasped as she felt the painted nails of
Sarah's foot hit her flesh. With remarkable control,
she kept her face neutral. She brought her left foot
around and used it to push Sarah's foot and its
stabbing nails off her tender instep.
The two women raised their toes up. Their feet rested
on the carpet on the bare heels. Then suddenly,
silently, their feet joined under the table, the toes
meshing with each other and pressing. Each woman
tried for advantage, bending and twisting the digits
so that a toe could be squeezed and bent. During this
silent war, they looked steadfastly at the menu.
Sarah raked her toenails against the top of Anne's
feet. Anne used her own deep red nails and stabbed at
the sole of Sarah's feet. If anyone could have seen
under the table, the feet would have looked like
wrestling hands, twisting back and forth within a
narrow range. It was a quiet battle, the only sounds
being the hushed whisper of skin against skin.
The foot fight was interrupted when the waiter came
back to take their orders. Both Sarah and Anne
ordered the Trout Almandine. Clark asked for a veal
chop, while Franklin decided on the Coq au Vin.
After the menus were taken away, Sarah and Anne let
their feet recover from the beneath-the-table war.
The blonde woman was surprised when she heard Clark
say, "Say, Franklin, do you mind if I dance with your
beautiful wife?"
Franklin smiled, and said, "Only if I can dance with
your lovely woman."
Both women looked flustered for a second, then smiled.
They quickly reached down and got their naked feet
back into their high-heeled sandals. A quick tug to
fasten the straps, and they stood up.
Clark extended his broad hand to the petite blonde in
the dark red dress. Sarah took his hand and the made
their way around the corner to the end of the room
where the jazz quartet was playing a slow, smoky swing
number.
Franklin took Anne's hand, and led the small but
gorgeous brunette in the blue dress to the dance
floor. There were only a few other couples swaying to
the music.
The two women danced in the arms of the enemy's
husbands. They stole glances at each other as the
swirl of the movement brought them into visual range.
Sarah saw that Anne had closed the distance between
herself and Sarah's husband. You could not fit a
piece of paper between the two. In response, Sarah
pulled herself closer to Clark. She could feel his
muscular chest press against her breasts. And she
smiled to herself because despite Clark's efforts to
hold his pelvis away, she could feel the stirring of
his erection.
Anne saw her husband and her rival press close
together. She countered by sliding her arm down and
around from Franklin's side to the edge of his
buttocks. An increased pressure of Franklin's arm
rewarded her.
The couples continued to dance to the slow music. As
they passed each other, whenever they thought they
could get away with it, Anne and Sarah stared daggers
at each other. They glared their hostility, and knew
that this evening could only end in one way.
Somehow, they would do real battle. The sexual rage
would only intensify to the point that their bodies
must meet in urgent sensuous fury.
The music ended and the couples on the dance floor
applauded lightly. The men thanked the women for the
dances, and the women nodded sweetly. The foursome
returned to their table.
They were deep into their entrees and on a second
bottle of Merlot as Sarah tried to think of a way to
get away with Anne for an hour or so. They made
polite chit-chat about work, books and movies.
As the dishes were cleared away from the table, Sarah
stood up and said, "Well, I have to make a little trip
to the loo, as they say in England. Care to join me,
Anne?"
The dark-haired woman stood up, and said, "Sure.
Powder the old nose and such."
The men stood up briefly as they left the table.
Franklin turned to Clark and said, "I'm really glad
that the women are getting on so well. I think that
they could be great friends."
Clark sipped his wine and nodded. "Absolutely. We're
lucky men. With some women, you'd think that the only
thing they would want to do is slip away and get into
some kind of fight."
The "great friends" made their way to the ladies room.
The room was large, quiet, and empty.
They got inside, and Sarah turned suddenly to Anne.
The blonde woman grabbed Anne's shoulders and brought
her face within an inch of Anne's. She hissed, "You
know as well as I do that this can end only one way,
don't you?"
Anne brought her arms up and broke Sarah's grip off
her shoulders. She replied, growling, "Damn right I
know it. You are the nerviest bitch I've ever met,
Beckett. The way you nearly climbed on top of my
husband on the dance floor was disgusting!"
Sarah curled her lips in a snarl. "What about you,
Walker? Were you going to hump Franklin out there
until he came in his pants? Was that your idea?"
Anne sneered, "Oh, he wanted me, you bitch. I could
tell."
Sarah raised her voice, "You should have felt the
hard-on your man was sporting, slut. It's probably
never been that rigid before."
"Cunt!"
"Candy-ass whore!"
Both women drew their arms back and were about to let
loose a roundhouse blow when the bathroom door
suddenly flew open. They quickly turned to compose
themselves. To their shock, they saw Holly Cavanaugh
enter the room, followed by her friend Laura Stanton.
Holly was dressed in a low-cut emerald green Halston
gown. Her pixyish face was merry as she walked over
to where Sarah and Anne stood.
"Well, hello there, dears! It's so nice to see my
girls out and about. Laura, see that we are not
disturbed for a few minutes."
The busty redheaded woman opened the bathroom door and
left.
Holly gripped each woman by the upper arm and marched
Sarah and Anne back so that their butts were against
the rim of the washbasins. She stepped back and
pushed with her arms.
Sarah and Anne got the message. They moved up and sat
on the edge of the sink cabinet. The slits in the
skirts opened up, revealing their legs. Holly placed
her strong hands on their bare thighs and squeezed.
Saran and Anne said, "Hello, Holly," in subdued
voices. They didn't look at her.
Holly said, "I just came here to tell you something,
darlings. The message is this: I don't really mind if
a few members have some extra-curricular activities.
There is nothing I can do to really stop it."
Holly worked her hands up their thighs. She squeezed
and rubbed the fine flesh.
Holly continued, in her merry voice. "But if you ever
do anything that brings The Club to unfavorable
attention, I have enough dirt on each of you to
guarantee that you and your handsome men would be
reduced to poverty and professional disgrace. So a
word to the wise, sweeties. Be careful."
As she talked, Holly's hands found their unclothed
cunts. With consummate skill, she probed and stroked
the rapidly moistening pussies. Despite themselves,
Sarah and Anne started to breathe heavily under
Holly's onslaught. They each started to lean on Holly
and their eyes closed with fervent arousal.
Holly suddenly pulled her arms back. Sarah and Anne
gasped, their eyes swimming.
Holly quickly kissed each of them in turn, her mouth
warm and wet. She stood back.
"I'm sure we'll remember this, ladies. You have a
good night, now." Holly turned and left the bathroom.
Sarah and Anne stood for a second, as their senses
came back to normal. They didn't speak to each other.
They went to separate stalls and urinated. They
patted themselves dry (and it was more than pee that
they wiped away) and came out and washed their hands.
Just before they left the bathroom, Sarah turned to
Anne and said, "We're still doing it?"
Anne nodded. Suddenly a steely determination arose.
"Yes. Damn that Cavanaugh bitch, anyway. We're still
going to do it."
= To Be Continued =
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