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From: fieryermine@hotmail.com (The Fiery Ermine)
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Subject: {ASSM} Evil Twin (FF, semi-public)
Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2000 05:10:02 -0500
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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. 
	

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