Message-ID: <27467asstr$974369402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <fieryermine@hotmail.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: fieryermine@hotmail.com (The Fiery Ermine) Reply-to: fieryermine@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <3a1351be.2395386@news.pacbell.net> MIME-version: 1.0 Content-type: TEXT/PLAIN Content-transfer-encoding: 8BIT NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 15 Nov 2000 19:09:35 PST X-BadReturnPath: news@nnrp1-w.snfc21.pbi.net rewritten as fieryermine@hotmail.com using "Reply-To" header Subject: {ASSM} Evil Twin (FF, semi-public) Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 05:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27467> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, english Evil Twin c. 2000 Fiery Ermine Leslie was bored. It wasn't unusual; she was bored most of the time. For entertainment today, she strutted around an outdoor mall and made flirty eye contact with just about everyone who walked by. If a man tried to talk to her, however, she looked at him silently with a bored expression until he gave up. She was, however, becoming bored even with this game. It was cheap entertainment, but on a weekday the mall wasn't very crowded and she wasn't getting many bites. She was a beautiful woman, she was well aware of this. She wore a short stretchy white dress that was so tight you could see her nipple rings if you looked carefully. The dress accentuated her lean, strong body. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She disdained high heels and wore simple black basketball shoes that did nothing to enhance her height of 5'4". Her short, blonde hair was clasped to one side. She wore only sunglasses and bright red lipstick on her face. Her sharp features fell as easily into a smile as into an expression of disdain. She liked to be unpredictable. No women had responded to her flirting eyes, and this disappointed Leslie, as she was, after all, a lesbian. Leslie sat down at a bench and decided that her problem was that she was lonely. She had been spending a lot of time with Susan and Christine, a couple of girls that she'd managed to seduce recently. They'd had some very exciting encounters, but Christine was showing too much interest in Leslie and Leslie, uninterested in committed relationships, no longer felt comfortable around her. Susan, however, was mainly interested in the sex. Leslie thought that Susan had quite the potential to be a homosexual slut of great proportion. Leslie thought she could get Susan to do just about anything, and she had some very interesting ideas, but Susan was Christine's roommate and Leslie wanted to keep her distance. So Leslie sat alone on a bench in the middle of an outdoor mall. She pulled her wallet out of her purse and checked her bank statements, even though she already knew what they said. She didn't have much money, but she thought that maybe she could try some clothes on for fun. Money had become a bit of a worry lately. Leslie was a smart girl, but she'd had a falling out with her partner at the interior design company they owned and she'd ended up losing all her contracts. Leslie had done well for a girl of 28, but now she was saddled with a nice apartment, a nice car, no income and big payments. Still, Leslie was smart and had good business sense. She had ideas about where to get more money. She stood up and resumed her walk. She walked into a promising-looking, but deserted clothing store. She couldn't even see a salesperson inside. On her way to look at dresses she removed her sunglasses and paused to look at herself in a mirror. She looked tired. She began to think that she wasn't as smart or beautiful as she'd imagined. Maybe it was time to go home. "Can I help you?" came a voice from behind her. Leslie was surprised as she turned to see a sales woman. Leslie hadn't noticed her to this point, but the girl was quite interesting to look at. She had shoulder length hair, dyed black and cut in a sort of Bettie Page style. She had a high forehead and pale smooth skin. She wore heavy mascara but that was her only makeup other than the dark red lipstick on her round, full lips. Her breasts seemed unusually large for a skinny girl. Leslie hoped they weren't fake, she couldn't stand fake breasts. The girl wasn't the tall, tan type of woman that one would see in a beer commercial, but she was exactly the type of girl that Leslie liked. "Oh, uh wow." Leslie smiled as she looked her up and down. She was momentarily taken aback. She composed herself quickly and donned a nervous smile that she hoped looked confident. "Um, yeah, I'm looking for underwear." The girl was about Leslie's height and build other than her breasts, which were much larger than Leslie's were. She wore a dress similar to Leslie's, but it was black. With the girl's dark hair, Leslie could almost imagine her being her evil twin. "We actually don't sell lingerie." "Well, I don't tend to wear underwear anyway." Leslie shrugged and smiled, trying to think of something clever to say. "You don't wear underwear with that dress?" The girl indicated Leslie's dress. Leslie knew that it was pretty darn short, but it was tight, so it wasn't likely that she'd given too many free shows. It wouldn't matter anyway. Leslie was an exhibitionist. "Nope, no underwear." On a sudden impulse, Leslie quickly lifted her dress, exposing her hairless pussy with its clitoris pierced with a large ring with a rhinestone. She quickly covered herself and started laughing. The salesgirl covered her mouth to hide a smile, "Oh my god. Do you show that to everyone?" "Only to people I like." Leslie maintained her smile openly. "You don't even know me." "I think I know you better than you think. I think you're my...evil twin." "I think you're the evil one." The salesgirl kept smiling. "I'm Jessica, by the way. " "Leslie." Leslie shook her hand. The salesgirl gave Leslie an evil smile, "Well, let me know if you'd like to see anything." Jessica broke eye contact and walked away. Leslie made a mental note to try and get a phone number before she left. She was certain that the girl showed interest in her. It may have been a bit much to lift her dress like that, but she was happy with the decision to have done so. Leslie felt exhilarated at her good fortune. Leslie looked at some dresses, glancing over occasionally at Jessica, who sat behind the sales counter reading a book. Jessica didn't look back, but Leslie knew that didn't mean anything. Leslie's attention was suddenly arrested by a green dress. It was an unusual green. It was the green of jealousy, of envy. It was the colour of money. It had power. The dress itself was odd. It looked like something a fairy might wear. Leslie giggled as she took it off the rack and examined it closely. Green was the colour of Lady Luck's eyes. It also happened to be the colour of Jessica's eyes. She took it to the dressing rooms. She caught Jessica's eye again as she walked past. They exchanged smiles. Leslie stepped into the dressing stall and pulled off her dress. She looked at her naked body in the mirror for a short while. She thought being a homosexual gave one a special appreciation of one's own form, and she was pretty happy with the way she looked. She slipped into the green dress and looked at herself again. It was a pretty silly dress, shiny on the top and fluffy on the bottom. If she added a pair of wings, she could, indeed, be a fairy. It wouldn't be a dress to wear to work, but it would be pretty cool to go out in. She figured she would have to wear panties though. The dress was short and everyone would be able to see her ass every time she bent over. She laughed to herself thinking of it. She ventured a look at the price tag. "Ugh." It was pretty expensive for what would be pretty much a novelty item. She heard a knock on the door. "Are you all right in there?" It was Jessica's voice. "Yeah." Leslie opened the door, stepped out and turned around, showing the green dress to Jessica. "Wow, it looks great." "You think so? I mean, it's kinda frou frou isn't it." "Um...yeah, it is. But I think you can pretty much pull it off. I even like it with the tennis shoes." "Oh, heh." Leslie looked down at her shoes. "Um. Thanks." Leslie turned and looked at herself in the mirror again. "You know what, I think it's a little too silly for me. Besides, it's expensive." Jessica came up behind Leslie and had a look at the price tag. "Whew. Yeah, the markup on this is pretty ferocious." "Why, how much would it cost you?" "Um. About a third of what it'd cost you." "Wow. You wouldn't want to give me a discount, would you?" "Well, I could get you a job application if you want the employee discount." Jessica smiled. "I'm sorry, Leslie, but I hardly know you." Leslie looked Jessica in the eye and decided to push her luck. "I think you know me better than you're saying." Jessica looked away, then down at the floor, but she didn't stop smiling. "My evil twin. Heh." Leslie looked around to be sure that no one was looking. The store was empty. Leslie moved close to Jessica and touched her shoulder. She moved her face almost close enough to kiss Jessica. She smiled seductively and said, "Maybe if you could share your discount for me, I could do something for you that I think you might like." Jessica looked up and smiled uneasily, making eye contact with Leslie. "I'm not a lesbian, Leslie." She whispered. "But you're curious." Jessica shrugged. "I don't really know you." She looked away. "Of course you know me." Jessica didn't react. Leslie continued, "You don't have to be a lesbian to enjoy another woman's touch, and no one has to know about it if you don't want to tell them. We can just consider it a favor for a favor. But if you like it, maybe we can do it again." Leslie was very good at convincing people of things, and she could feel she was making headway. There was nothing she liked more than seducing straight girls. She didn't like the idea that she was essentially being a whore, but even that put an interesting twist on things. "Um..." Jessica still didn't make eye contact. "So you want me to buy the dress for you?" "I just want you to use your discount. I'll pay for the dress." Leslie smiled. "And you'll..." Leslie leaned in and whispered in her ear. "I'll suck your pussy and make you come." "I don't know, I mean...I'm not a lesbian." "No, of course you're not. Don't worry, I won't say anything. It'll be our little secret. If you don't want to see me again, we can be two ships passing in the night." "Um, I don't know." She nervously looked Leslie up and down. Leslie smiled and began to work her way out of the green dress, to Jessica's shock. Soon, Leslie stood naked out in the open in the store. People from outside could have seen her had they been looking, but the only one looking was Jessica. Jessica stared at Leslie, stunned. She looked at Leslie's small but pert breasts, their nipples pierced with unusual rings of chrome and ivory, then down at her shaved and pierced pussy, the clit ring exhibiting a gleaming rhinestone. Leslie stood still briefly in order to let Jessica get an eyeful and then turned and walked back into the dressing room, letting the door swing shut behind her. Jessica stared after her for several seconds. She bit her lip, closed her eyes, then turned and walked to the front of the store, looking around to see if she had missed any customers. The store appeared empty. She went to the front door, closed it and locked it. She put a sign out that said "Back in 15 minutes." She would spend 15 minutes with Leslie, she decided, no more. It didn't mean anything. It was just physical contact, she told herself. She took a deep breath and walked to the back of the store. She slowly opened the door to the dressing stall. Leslie sat naked on the bench, looking at herself in the mirror and smiling. She looked up at Jessica almost as an afterthought, like she'd only half-expected to see her. Leslie turned toward Jessica and spread her legs, exposing her pink pussy lips. Jessica looked down and gulped. She felt weak with nervousness and was unsure of what to do next. She was pretty much paralyzed with fear, so she just stood still as Leslie stood up and kissed her gently on the lips. Jessica didn't kiss back. Jessica told herself that this was just an experiment. She wasn't doing anything; she was merely having something done to her. It wasn't as if she was planning on having an orgasm or anything. She was merely taking advantage of a unique opportunity to play out a fantasy she'd had. Leslie was a stranger; they'd never see each other again. Jessica could have this encounter and then go back to her life as if nothing had happened, but she'd have had a long-standing curiosity satisfied. Leslie figured that she didn't want to mess up Jessica's lipstick, but she kissed Jessica strongly on her neck. Leslie's lipstick left an impression of her lips that anyone could see later, should Jessica forget to wipe it off. Leslie liked to leave her mark on her lovers. She put her hands on Jessica's breasts and fondled them through Jessica's dress. They felt real, which increased Leslie's enthusiasm even further. Not wishing to disturb the perfect imprint of the single kiss on Jessica's neck, Leslie quickly dropped to her knees and began to rub her face against the soft fabric of Jessica's dress. She gripped the hem of the dress and moved her face low enough to kiss Jessica's knees. Leslie slowly lifted the dress as she kissed her way up Jessica's thighs. She could smell Jessica's arousal as she slowly made her way upward, falling into her nearly rhythmic pattern of licking, kissing then gently biting the soft flesh of Jessica's inner thighs. Finally she made her way to the smooth shiny fabric of Jessica's satin panties. She rubbed her cheek against it, feeling the slight spring of Jessica's pubic hair underneath the fabric. She pulled the panties down and looked at Jessica's beautiful cunt. Leslie was slightly disappointed that it was covered with hair; she liked bare pussy. But she was aroused at the sight nonetheless. She looked up at Jessica's face. Jessica was staring down at her with rapt fascination. Leslie smiled up at her, "How does it feel? You're about to have your pussy eaten by a stranger. By a woman." Jessica was about to say something, but Leslie pressed her tongue against Jessica's clit before sucking it into her mouth with growing pressure, which caused Jessica to moan. Leslie finished her opening by finally giving Jessica's clit a couple of gentle nibbles. Leslie's fingers began to play with Jessica's pussy lips. Leslie looked up again and said, "How does it feel now? You like having your cunt sucked by a woman?" Leslie slid a finger gently inside Jessica's pussy. "You like being penetrated by a woman's finger?" Leslie slid a second finger inside. "How about now?" Leslie began to pump her fingers in and out while rotating them. Jessica moaned quietly. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Jessica nodded weakly. Leslie began to lick Jessica's clit as she continued pumping her vagina with her fingers. She gradually increased the pressure of her fingers toward her face as she pumped, hoping to find Jessica's G-Spot. Jessica began to moan consistently. Leslie stopped licking long enough to say "Come for me, baby." "Oh, God." Was all that Jessica could say in reply, she was coming very close to orgasm. She couldn't believe it; she never expected it, but Leslie was pushing all of her buttons physically and the dirty talk was exciting her even further. Her sense of shame was building along with her sexual excitement. She hadn't planned on having an orgasm in 15 minutes. It was less than five so far and she couldn't hold out much longer. She looked down at the beautiful woman between her legs. Leslie looked incredibly sexy as she licked Jessica's special places. It was too much. She felt an intense wave of pleasure radiate from her pussy as her muscles began to contract. "Oh God! Yes!" she cried, as the pleasure built still further and further, finally reaching a level that was greater than she'd thought possible. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She moaned as the strength left her legs and she began to fall. She grew lightheaded. Blood seemed to leave her head and she saw stars as she collapsed. Leslie caught Jessica in her strong arms as she fell and lay her gently on the carpet. Jessica's vision cleared, and she realized that she was lying on the hard floor. Leslie looked down at her. Leslie's lipstick was smeared all over the lower half of her face from her efforts, giving it a general pinkish tone. Leslie's face was also shiny with Jessica's secretions. "My God..." croaked Jessica. "Did you like it?" Leslie smiled knowingly. "Oh my God." Jessica croaked weakly, "That was incredible." Jessica lacked the strength to move. She was happy just looking up at Leslie. Leslie looked far more beautiful now than she had before, somehow. The word "Incredible" kept drifting through Jessica's mind. She felt like falling asleep in Leslie's arms. Her whole world had changed in five minutes. She felt like she was on the most wonderful drug in the world; like she was on a different planet, rather than on the floor of a clothing store. Suddenly, she gathered her wits about her and began to sit up. She looked around. From the floor, she could see under the door of the dressing stall and out the glass windows at the front of the store. She hoped that no one had looked inside during her experience. Jessica stood up and looked around for her panties. Leslie stood up with her and leaned against the wall as Jessica found and donned her underwear. Jessica looked at herself briefly in the mirror. Her hair was slightly mussed, from being on the floor, but she looked all right. No one would know. She looked back at Leslie. Leslie smiled her seductive smile at her and Leslie was very, very naked. Her pale skin and lack of pubic hair made her seem to be the most nude woman Jessica had ever seen. Jessica's eyes were drawn to Leslie's hairless cunt. The thought struck her that she should return the favor; that she should suck Leslie's pussy in return. Leslie leaned against the wall, waiting, like a bellboy waiting for a tip. "Um...Leslie. You're very sexy. I...I mean thank you." "Any time. And I mean that." Jessica fought the urge to ask Leslie to do it again. She had to get back to work. She reminded herself that this was just an experiment. She and Leslie would never see each other again. Leslie shrugged and reached for her white dress and quickly put it on. Leslie seemed to be an expert at getting in and out of her clothes. "So can I put the dress on my card?" Jessica took a second to understand what Leslie was saying. Finally, she said, "I think I should put it on mine. The employee thing." Leslie looked at herself in the mirror, wiping away some of the lipstick and gooey secretions that decorated her face. "I'll write you a check to reimburse you. Do you have a bathroom? I'd like to clean up." "Uh yeah." She led Leslie to the small bathroom in the back of the store. Leslie went in, leaving Jessica with her thoughts. Would she ever see Leslie again? She hadn't really wanted to before, but things were different now. It seemed so strange to be walking around her mundane workplace when such an extraordinary thing had just happened. Leslie stepped out of the bathroom, her face clean and lipstick reapplied. She handed Jessica a check. "Does that cover it?" Jessica looked at the check. "Yeah, this'll be fine." She looked up at Leslie with worried eyes. Leslie smiled and pointed at the check. "My phone number's on the check." Leslie walked to where she left the green dress on the floor outside the dressing stalls and picked it up. She then proceeded to the exit. At the door, she stopped and looked back at Jessica. She almost laughed as she saw the lipstick kiss still visible on Jessica's neck. "Call me." Leslie said quietly. Then she left. Jessica stared at the closed door for a while. She walked up to it. She could see Leslie walking away in the distance. She removed the "Back in 15 minutes" sign and sighed. She would definitely call Leslie. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+