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	Pinch Hitter
	by Ann Douglas

	May Bujold softly sang an old tune as she watered the
last of the numerous plants that filled the small three-room
apartment.  Not for the first time she thought, what the
apartment lacked in size, it more than made up for in
character.  The plants, as well as the furnishings and other
curios that filled it, reflected the tastes and interests of
the occupant.

	Above the last row of plants, hanging on the wall, was
a large photograph of a lovely ebony-skinned young woman.
The picture was a nude portrait, done in such a way as to be
called tasteful.  May looked up at the likeness and, as she
had done many times before, looked into the face she saw in
the mirror.

	The only thing was, while the face may have been her
own, the woman in the portrait wasn't her.  May couldn't
imagine herself posing for such a photograph, no matter how
artistically done.  Much less hanging such a thing where any
casual visitor could see it. No, she left such things to her
more audacious sister.

	June Bujold was May's twin sister.  They had been
born twenty-five years ago, fifteen minutes or a month
apart, depending how you looked at it.  May had been born
shortly before midnight on the last day of the month she
had been named after.  June, her younger sister by just a
quarter-hour, had arrived in the first minutes of the new
month.

	Once past the awkward years, the sisters grew up to
be attractive young women.  Both stood five foot seven and
weighed within a few pounds of the other.  The daughters of
an Afro-American mother and a French-Canadian father,
they inherited what was best in each of their parents.  From
their mother, who had been a hotel maid when she met her
father, they had been gifted with beauty and charm.  Their
father, who had been a Chef at the same establishment, had
given them an inborn talent in the culinary arts.  After a
lifetime of learning the trade at his side, both had become
world class Chefs in their own right.

	But that was where most of the similarities between
May and June ended.  Of the two, June had always been the
more free spirited.  May was usually content to live a quiet
and relatively stable life, having taken over her father's old
position when he retired two years before.

	June on the other hand, preferred a much more
unpredictable life, having had a dozen jobs all over the
country in a third as many years.  It was one of those jobs
that had brought May to her sister's apartment to take
care of the plants and such.

	Two weeks before, June had called May late one night
and told her she had been offered a position on a cruise ship
run by Scarlett Tours.  The Chef that held the position had
been stricken with acute appendicitis and would be out for a
few weeks.  An old friend, whom May suspected was more
than just a friend, worked for the Line and recommended
June as a replacement.  The only catch was that she had to
be in Los Angeles the next day.  So could May, she asked,
take care of her apartment until she got back.

	As she usually did, May said yes without hesitation.
They might see many things differently, but one constant
was the love they had for each other.  So twice a week, May
stopped over, watered the plants, collected the mail and
basically made sure everything was okay.

	May was putting the small plastic water can away
under the kitchen sink when she heard the phone ring in the
living room.  On the fourth ring, the answering machine
picked up the call.  June usually left the volume all the way
up so she could screen her calls, so May was able to hear the
message.

	"Hi June,"  a soft, feminine voice came out of the
speaker,  "it's Iris Banks.  We met in Chicago last month at
Paula Murray's Wedding.  Well I'm in town and you said that
if I ever found myself here that I should give you a call.  I
was wondering if maybe you'd like to get together for a
drink and maybe continue that conversation we had at the
wedding."

	May listened with curiosity as Iris left the phone
number of her hotel room, along with the repeated message
that she hoped she would hear from June soon.  It didn't
take a lot of imagination for May to imagine the reason why.

	Another thing that set the twins apart was that June
had come out of the closet on her twenty-first birthday,
declaring to anyone who cared to listen that she was a
lesbian.  May had known her sister was bisexual when they
were in college, so she wasn't greatly surprised when June
announced that she no longer had any interest in playing
both sides of the field.

	May, on the other hand, led a rather ordinary sex life.
Ordinary being a description that could be replaced in her
case with the word, boring.  She had dated the same man for
the last year of her college life, marrying him a year after
graduation.  Prior to saying "I do" to Darryl Barnes, May had
only been to bed with two other men in her life.  Their
marriage lasted, however, less time than their courtship.

	Single again for the last two years, May had few
relationships that went anywhere than an occasional bed
partner.  Most men she met seemed to find her too
independent to their tastes.  The latest example of which
had ended two weeks before.

	"I bet Iris doesn't have a problem with June being
too independent,"  May said to herself as she picked up her
heavy coat and made ready to venture out into the cold
winter's day.

	On reflection, May thought she would  be a liar is she
said she never wondered what it was like when her sister
went out with other women.  Not what they did in bed
together, May had a pretty good notion of that after having
twice walked in on June when she was entertaining a date in
their shared collage dorm.  No, she was curious about the
general interaction between them.

	A few times over the years, May had run into female
friends of June who mistook her for her sister.  Of course
she explained their error as diplomatically as she could, but
at the same time, she felt a certain excitement meeting
those women.

	The craziest thought then flashed through May's
mind.  One that normally she would've discarded as soon as it
came to her.  It surprised her immensely that she didn't.

	There hadn't been a set of twins in history, who
hadn't at one time or another, masqueraded as their sibling.
If only to the point of wanting to confuse someone who
really couldn't tell them apart.

	Growing up, June and May used to do it all the time,
even splitting up classes in high school so that one could
cover for the other in a subject they did poorly in.  The
school had been very understanding in making sure they
didn't take their classes together so that each could
develop their own identity.  By the time they were seniors,
they had each other's moves down so well that they could
fool almost anyone - at least in a controlled environment like
the classroom.

	"This is crazy,"  May said to herself, still considering
the idea.  "But then again, what harm could just having a
drink do?  she answered herself as she tried to play devil's
advocate.

	And of course a drink would be all there was to it.
She could meet Iris, have a drink or two, and maybe a
chance to understand some things about her sister that she
had long wondered about but never had the nerve to ask.  It
would be easy to say she had an early appointment and cut
the night short.  Since Iris didn't live in the city, the odds
were really slim that June would actually ever run into her.

	"Come on, girl,"  May said to herself as she stood in
front of the still closed door, continuing to wrestle with the
idea,  "take a chance and have a little adventure in your life."

	Back and forth she debated the idea for another few
minutes.  Then, as one side of herself seemed to gain the
upper hand, she found herself dialing the number that had
been left on the machine.  Just as the other side of the
argument reappeared in her thinking, it was put on hold as a
voice filled the telephone receiver.

	"Hello?" the soft voice said.

	May froze, unable to utter a word.

	"Hello?" the voice repeated.  "Is there anyone there?"

	May's every instinct was to simply hang up the phone,
to pretend it was a wrong number.  Then again, perhaps not
every instinct because she suddenly heard a voice that
sounded so much like her own replying to the question.

	"June?"  the voice on the phone asked, recognizing the
voice as well.

	"Err, yes,"  May said.

	"Oh it's so good to hear from you,"  Iris replied,
excitement evident in her tone. "I was so afraid you'd be off
on one of your jaunts and I'd miss you."

	May said something, not even fully aware what words
were coming out of her mouth.  Iris didn't seem to mind and
the conversation seemed to quickly take on a life of its own.
In no time at all, the two women had agreed to meet for a
drink at the bar at Iris's hotel.

	For a second, May had a sudden fear that Iris might
be staying at a hotel where she was known, having made a
good number of professional contacts over the years.  Then,
as Iris said she was staying at the Grand Astoria, May let
out the breath she had been holding.  An old hotel over on
the West Side, the Astoria had recently undergone a total
renovation and was under new management.  It would only be
much later that May would realize that no matter where
they met, she didn't have to worry.  After all, it wasn't May
who was going to have a drink, it was June.

	"I'll see you at seven then,"  Iris said as she brought
the brief conversation to a close when May agreed.

	May stared at the phone for a long minute after she
had hung it up, unable to believe she had actually done it.
She had actually made a date to have drinks with a woman.

	Then it hit her, the flaw in her plan.  She had no idea
what Iris looked like.  How was she going to recognize her?

	The realization caused a few seconds of panic until
she realized that it wasn't a problem at all.  She might not
know what the woman from Chicago looked like but Iris
certainly knew what she looked like.  Or at least what June
looked like.  All she had to do was get to the bar first and
let Iris come to her.

	"This isn't going to be hard at all,"  May told herself
with confidence.  A small part of her wondered if that was
actually going to be true.

			-=-=-=-

	With a few hours to go before she had to meet Iris,
May decided to take a shower and freshen up.  Normally she
preferred to take long, leisurely baths, but June's small
bathroom only had a shower stall.  Still, the water was
comfortably warm and it felt good as it splashed against her
skin.

	May's mind began to wander, as it usually did when
she was in the bath or shower, and as she covered her soft
skin with soapy bubbles, she realized how excited she was
about her planned adventure.  There was such a forbidden
nature to it, one she hadn't felt in a very long time.

	Running her hands down her now soap covered body,
coming to a stop between her legs, May discovered she was
aroused.  Normally, that rarely happened in the middle of
the day, at least if she was alone.

	?Maybe this is a new me.?  she laughed to herself.

	Taking advantage of her titillation, May stroked her
breasts, bringing her pert nipples to a pleasing hardness.
Her touch felt so good. Wet hands glided down across her
slim stomach, finding their way to the light brown bush
below.  She continued down between her legs and then
around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soapy trail of
bubbles in her wake.

	May let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against
her mound.  Running her other hand across her firm breasts
once again, she gave them a playful squeeze.

	With a hand that had plenty of practice since her
teen years, May parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding the
prize within.  Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the
wall of the shower and began to rub herself.

	"Oh yes."  she purred as a familiar tingle spread out
from her clit. "That feels quite nice."

	She slid a finger up within herself, followed by a
second and a third.  If she had been home, she might have
substituted one of the rubber toys she kept hidden in a
locked drawer in her bedroom for her fingers, but she had
no way of knowing if her sister kept such things as well.  It
was a subject, among so many others, she had never had the
courage to discuss with her twin.

	It didn't take long until she was furiously pumping her
fingers in and out, stoking the tiny flame between her legs
into a roaring fire.

	The warm water had turned to hot, filling the
bathroom with steam.  The heat of which paled to that
radiating across her quaking body as her fingers caressed
her love canal in an orgasmic frenzy.

	With water running down her face, May's lips let go a
quiet sigh.  She felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated
waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form.

	Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of
the shower drops, passed as the dark haired girl rested
against the now warm tile.  The water washing away the
traces of her climax.

	?Oh that felt good.?  May said as she filled her hands
with water and splashed it across her face.


	Stepping out of the shower, May took one of the large
towels off the rack and began to dry herself.  As she did,
she noticed a long full length mirror that June had recently
hung from the back of the bathroom door.  It was a cheap
thing really, thin glass with a plastic frame.  Still, it was
enough to get the job done.  Dropping the now wet towel in
the plastic hamper, May stepped in front of the mirror and
took stock of herself.  She quickly found herself comparing
the reflection to the one that would be there if June had
been standing in her place.

	Both sisters were the same height, or at least close
enough to not to make a difference.  May had a few pounds
on June, but she thought it only added to her figure,
especially around her bust.  Neither sister was overly
endowed, but their medium sized breasts had always been in
proportion to the rest of their bodies.  Their shared skin
was a light coffee colored brown, with the exceptions of
their lips and the small areola that capped each mound,
which were of a much darker shade.  Both also had small
eraser shaped nipples that stood hard and erect when they
were excited.

	Her gaze drifted downward to the triangular patch of
hair between her legs.  The last time the two sisters had
gone to the gym together, May had been surprised to see in
the shower that June had shaved herself bare.  May was
more comfortable with just keeping her pubic hair neatly
trimmed.

	Also on the subject of hair, May wore hers much
shorter than June, preferring to keep it at a length just
below her shoulders.  June liked to keep it long enough to be
able to work it into elaborate hairstyles when she went out.
The difference would've only been a problem if the reverse
had been true.  A final small contrast was that although
both sisters were nearsighted, May opted for the thin, black
metal-framed glasses she wore instead of the contacts June
enjoyed.

	Picking up a clean towel and wrapping it around
herself, May moved from the bathroom to the bedroom.
There she opened the built in closet that ran the length of
the room.  If there was one thing that June had a passion
for, it was clothes.  The wardrobe in front of May was twice
that of the one back in her own apartment.

	Quickly passing over some of June's more revealing
ensembles, May laid out three outfits that she thought
appropriate to the occasion.  Then she checked the equally
long rack of shoes and accessories that lined the bottom of
the closet for what would match the outfits.  It would
hardly do for her to show up at the Grand Astoria in the
sneakers and jeans that she'd put on this morning.

	Narrowing the three outfits down to two, May finally
decided on the one that fit best.  It was a two-piece yellow
outfit with black trim.  The neckline was a little more daring
that May normally wore, but she liked the color because of
the way it contrasted against her skin.  She had three
outfits in her own closet the same hue.

	June's collection of undergarments was also much
more daring than most of the ones May owned, but, since
only she knew what was going under the dress they didn't
bother her as much.  She simply selected what looked the
most comfortable and put them on.  When she looked at
herself in the black lace bra and panties in the dresser
mirror, she had to admit that she looked pretty sexy in
them.  After all, how could she not since June obviously
looked sexy in them as well. The older sister decided she
should get a pair like this, if only to wear when she planned
to have someone see them.

	Finally, fully dressed and satisfied with the final
product as she turned back and forth in front of the mirror,
May headed for the front door, stopping only long enough to
take one of June's coats from the hall closet since May's
winter jacket was never going to do.

	As she strode down the four flights of stairs from
June's apartment, May felt another rush of excitement.
She had entered the building as May, but she was leaving it
as June.

			-=-=-=-

	The taxi ride over to the West Side and the Grand
Astoria took longer than May had expected.  Still, even the
delay had done little to damper her enthusiasm.  If anything,
she felt even more exhilarated.  The clock on the wall when
she strode into the foyer of the newly refurbished hotel
stood at six forty-five.  As she crossed the lobby to the
lounge, she could feel men turning their heads in her
direction.  It wasn't an occurrence that never happened
when she was May, but she just seemed more aware of it in
playing June.

	The hour was still early and the lounge was only
moderately crowded, which suited her fine.  Moving to the
bar, she took a seat on one of the empty stools in the middle
and ordered a white wine.

	Sipping her drink, May sat with her back to the bar
and looked out into the room.  After all, the point was for
her to be seen and recognized.  While she waited, she
reviewed in her mind the idea she had come up with on the
ride over here to cover any lapses in her memory.  Or more
specifically, June's memory.

	Five minutes later, a tall blond walked into the lounge
and caught May's attention.  Wearing a red dress that
almost looked as if it had been spray painted on, she was
obviously searching for someone in the crowd.  A search that
suddenly stopped as a smile lit up her face.  At the moment
it did, she was looking right where May was sitting.

	May's observation seemed to be confirmed as the
blond began to walk toward her, the smile growing brighter
with recognition as she did.  May tried to match that smile,
replacing the look of surprise that had been on her face a
moment before.

	It hadn't occurred to her that Iris might not be
black.  In hindsight, May told herself, she shouldn't have
been surprised.  One of the girls she had walked in on with
June back in school had been another large breasted blond,
Margo Owen, who lived just down the hall from them.  At
the time, May remembered being more surprised at her
sister's lack of taste in lovers than in finding her buried
between the girl's legs.  Margo was known to have slept her
way to her grade point average, sharing the effort with both
students and faculty.


	As the girl in the bar drew closer, May had a troubling
thought.  What if the girl tried to kiss her hello?  Not one
of those friendly girlfriend type kisses on the cheek, but one
of those sort of kisses a woman gave a man to let him know
she was definitely interested.  Maybe, she told herself, she
was just projecting the feelings she had about Margo onto
this woman who reminded her of the former schoolmate, but
May couldn't shake the impression that they had that in
common.  Margo was always giving those "I want to fuck you"
kind of kisses when she met someone who attracted her.

	May's impression proved right but to her relief, her
other conclusion proved wrong.  The blond with her boobs
practically spilling out of her dress turned away from May at
the last second and threw her arms around the tall, slightly
gray haired older man who had been sitting on the barstool
on May's left.  May watched the two of them for a moment
as the blond pressed her body against the man and slipped
her tongue into his mouth as she kissed him.  When they
hurriedly left the bar a few seconds later, the man leaving a
twenty-dollar bill on the counter in his haste, May was sure
that the blonde's mouth would be somewhere else before
long.

	"Talk about dodging a bullet,"  she told herself as she
took a larger sip of her wine and for the first time since she
left her sister's apartment, considered if she really knew
what she was doing.

	"June?"  A voice that matched the one she had heard
on the telephone earlier asked from behind May.

	May paused for a second and put down her drink on
the bar counter, then turned in the direction of the voice.
As she finished her turn, a new smile filled her face, this
one filled with relief when she saw the woman now standing
to her left.

	"So this is Iris,"  she said silently to herself as she
took in the woman before her.

	Iris stood, May guessed, an inch or so taller than her,
with short dark brown hair cut just above her neckline.
Deep blue eyes and soft red lips drew attention to her face,
the rich brown flesh of which was formed into the brightest
of smiles.  To merely say she was pretty would be the most
flagrant of understatements.

	Clad in a blue business suit and skirt, the white blouse
beneath her jacket tightly outlined an impressive bustline.
Again if May had to guess, she would say that the two of
them were the same age, and in truth she wasn't far off.
Iris was only fifteen months older.

	"Hi there,"  May said, holding back on calling the
woman by name on the slim chance that this was someone
who knew June and spotted her at the bar.  Her mistake
with the blond had made her more cautious.

	"I hope you haven't been waiting too long,"  Iris said
as she slipped into the empty seat next to May.  "My
afternoon meeting ran a little late."

	"No, actually you're right on time,"  May replied,
relieved that Iris's comment washed away any doubt about
her identity,  "I was early anyway."

	Iris's next comment was interrupted by the
appearance of the bartender, who wore a name-tag giving his
name as Brian, on the opposite side of the bar.  She ordered
a drink and as he went off to mix it, turned her attention
back to May.

	Suddenly, May found herself at a loss for words,
unsure how to start the conversation.  Luckily, Iris took the
lead.

	"I almost didn't recognize you,"  Iris said. "You
weren't wearing glasses in Chicago."

	"My contacts have been bothering me lately,"  May
explained, "I haven't been wearing them."

	"And your hair is different too,"  Iris added, "but I
think that's an even better look on you.  A lot easier to take
care of I bet."

	"It is,"  May replied, glad that the two discrepancies
were tossed aside so easily, "thank you."

	"By the way,"  Iris said as the bartender returned and
she reached out for her drink, "I hope I didn't sound too
needy on the phone this afternoon."

	"Not at all,"  May said, wondering why she would say
something like that.

	"I mean I'm only in town until tomorrow and I don't
know a soul here,"  Iris went on as she took a few sips of her
drink, "and I really didn't want to spend the night cooped up
in a hotel room watching HBO."

	May didn't want to think about how many nights she'd
spent just that way, substituting her apartment for a hotel
room.

	"So when I remembered you giving me your number
and telling me to call if I was ever here, well I figured, well
you know."

	May smiled as if she did, but actually she really
wasn't sure as to what Iris was alluding to.  So she shifted
to what she thought was a safer topic.

	"So what brings you to town, if only for a day?"  May
asked.

	"I had to make a presentation to a few new clients,"
May explained. "The East Coast really isn't my territory, but
the account executive who covers it has a wife who went
into labor yesterday morning.  I was familiar with the
material so rather than have him cancel the meetings and
maybe lose the orders, I volunteered to take his place."

	"That was very nice of you,"  May observed.

	"Well he's covered for me a few times so I figured I
owed him,"  Iris said as she put her now empty glass down on
the bar.

	"And you're in what business again?"  May asked,
wishing that Iris had been more clear on that.

	"I'm in medical supplies."  Iris said, her tone showing
she was surprised that June hadn't remembered that.
"We're one of the largest suppliers in the Midwest and
we've begun to branch out on both coasts.  I'm sure I told
you that in Chicago."

	"I guess I should apologize for that,"  May said,
falling back on the cover story she had come up with to
cover her lapses.  "I'm afraid that when I go to a Wedding
or some other big event, I sometimes get a little carried
away and maybe drink a little too much.  Some of the things
we talked about wound up a little blurry the day after."

	May hoped she sounded sufficiently apologetic and
that Iris took what she said as face value.  She didn't want
to lay it on too thick and have her think she had some sort
of drinking problem.

	"Well I can't say I haven't been there myself one
time or another,"  Iris said after considering it for a few
long moments.  "So I guess the best thing for the two of us
to do is forget Chicago and start over right here.  The only
important aspect of the chat we had there was that you
remembered who I was when I called this afternoon.  I
would've been crushed if you hadn't."  she added with a
playful smile.

	"Great,"  May said after her own momentary
hesitation as she placed her empty glass on the bar as well.

	"So I understand you're a Chef,"  Iris said as if she
was meeting someone for the first time.  Which unknown to
her was exactly what she was doing.

	"This I can handle," May told herself as she told Iris
a little about her professional life, tailoring some of the
details to fit June instead of her.

	"I don't know how you do a job like that and stay so
slim,"  Iris laughed.  "If I spent my day around all that great
food I think I'd be three hundred pounds by now."

	"Well sometimes you just have to resist temptation,"
May said.

	"Hopefully, not all temptation,"  Iris laughed again.

	Before May could ponder the meaning of that one,
Brian placed two new drinks in front of them.  May said she
had this round and handed a ten-dollar bill to the bartender.

	"These are already taken care of ladies,"  the tall
redhead said with a grin as he declined the payment.
"Compliments of the two gentlemen at the end of the bar."

	May and Iris both turned to look down the length of
the bar in the direction Brian had indicated.  Two good
looking, twenty-something black men smiled back at the two
of them, lifting their own drinks to say hello.

	Under different circumstances, May might've been
happy to have accepted the drink, but this time she saw it as
a problem.  If she had been here with another man, there
wouldn't be any question of anyone trying to pick her up.
Two women drinking alone, however, made it look like they
might be trying to meet someone.

	"Please thank the gentlemen,"  Iris said, stepping in to
take control of the situation, "but my friend and I are here
together and are really not looking for, shall we say, male
companionship.  I'm sure you understand." she added as she
took May's ten dollars from her hand and offered it again to
the bartender, saying they'd hate to take the drinks under
false pretenses.

	"Sure, no problem, Brian said as he took the money
and rang up the sale.

	When he brought back their change, he spent what
both women thought was an excessive amount of time
staring at the two of them.  The reaction of the two men
who had tried to buy them drinks was pretty much the same
as Brian returned their money and repeated what Iris had
said to him.

	"Care to bet all three of them already have the both
of us naked and doing nasty things to each other in their
minds,"  Iris whispered to May as she picked up and drank
her drink.

	May smiled at the remark, taking a large sip of her
own drink as well.  Until that moment, a nagging fear had
been building in her mind that she had let her imagination
run away on her.  That maybe Iris was just someone June
had befriended at the wedding in Chicago and was as
straight as she was.  After all, not every woman June knew
was a lesbian.

	Both women finished their drinks, glancing over their
shoulders to see that they were still the objects of some
attention.  An attention that had now spread to a few other
male patrons as well.

	"Have you had dinner yet?"  Iris asked, ignoring the
men looking at them.

	"Actually, no,"  May replied.

	"One of the clients I met today told me about this
really great Chinese restaurant that isn't suppose to be too
far from here,"  Iris explained.  "Care to give it a try?"

	"I'd love to,"  May answered,  "I love Chinese but it's
one of the few things I really can't make for myself."

	"Then let's get out of here,"  Iris said as they
gathered up their things and headed for the door.

	As they passed the two men who had been staring at
them so rudely, Iris paused for a moment to say something
to them.

	"We're leaving now,"  she said in a low voice,  "but I do
hope that neither of you make a mess of yourselves thinking
where we've gone or what we might be doing."

	Then, before either man could react, Iris grabbed
May by her arm and rushed her out of the bar.  A few
seconds later, they were out on the street flagging down a
cab.

	"That was wicked,"  May laughed in reference to
Iris's comment to the men.

	"But fun,"  Iris laughed back as a cab pulled over in
response to their hail.

			-=-=-=-

	The night air had turned even colder and May was glad
they were able to get a cab so quickly.  As the cab driver
navigated the crowded streets, May asked Iris if she was
warm enough.

	"Honey, this is nothing compared to Chicago winters,"
Iris assured her.  "You were lucky that we were having a
warm spell when you were there last month."

	May nodded her head in response.  Unlike the real
June, she had never been to Chicago.  Or many other places
for that matter.

	After a trip that took three times as long as they
thought it would, the driver pulled up in front of Madame
Cheng's.  Iris paid the fare before May could object, saying
that she was going to pay for dinner as well.  After all, she
assured May, that's what an expense account was for.
Having it put that way, May couldn't really object.

	The outside of the plain brick building that housed
Madame Cheng's was unimpressive to say the least, causing
both women to double check the address.  Then they found
the equally nondescript basement entrance, marked by a
small sign in both English and Chinese.

	"Well Colleen assured me that this was the best in the
city,"  Iris said as they started down the stairs.  "She said
she and her lover come here all the time."

	Iris's reference to her client's lover made May
wonder if Colleen was a lesbian as well.  After all, women
usually didn't refer to boyfriends as lovers, at least not the
women May usually encountered, her sister excluded of
course.

	"Maybe all of them belong to some kind of club,"  May
thought humorously.  "That's how they all know each other."

	Reaching the bottom of the stairs and stepping inside,
they found the inside of Madame Cheng's to be totally
different from its facade.  Decorated like Shanghai in the
early twentieth century, it certainly had character.

	?Table for two??  a quite attractive middle aged
Chinese woman, dressed in traditional garb, asked as she
stepped out from behind a small counter.

	"Yes please,"  Iris said, looking out into the restaurant
and realizing that it was filled.

	"Did you have a reservation?"  the Chinese woman
asked as she looked down at the small clipboard in her hand.

	"I'm afraid not," Iris admitted,  "I'm only in the city
for the day and this place was recommended to me by one of
my clients."

	"And her name would be?"  the older woman asked.

	"Not that I think it matters,"  Iris said feeling a little
defensive all of a sudden, "but it's Colleen O'Conner."

	A smile abruptly filled the woman's face as she called
out to another woman, similarly attired, who was also behind
the counter. Neither Iris or May had any idea what was
being said but by the time the brief exchange in Chinese was
finished, the woman with the clipboard had asked them to
please follow her.

	The woman led them to a row of booths in the
extreme rear of the restaurant, far away from the noise of
the kitchen.  Despite there being a small line of people
waiting for tables, half of these booths were empty.

	"I guess your client must be a really good customer,"
May remarked as they sat down.

	Placing menus on the table in front of them, the older
Chinese woman, who they wondered might be the Madame
Cheng for whom the restaurant had been named, wished
them a good meal and left.  As soon as she did, a much
younger girl wearing the same traditional garb replaced her.
She took their orders and left just as quickly, leaving them
to their privacy.

	The food, which came to the table surprisingly quick,
turned out to be all that Colleen had said it would be.  May
couldn't remember the last time she had Chinese  food this
good outside of someone's home.  Definitely not your normal
restaurant fare.  She made a mental note to come back on
another day.

	By the time they finished their meal, both women
were greatly satisfied both with the food and the company
they had shared.  The streets were more deserted when
they exited Madame Cheng's, so they had to walk a few
blocks up to a main street to find a cab.

	"I can't remember the last time I had so much fun,"
May said as they huddled together for warmth as they
moved down the street.

	"Really?"  Iris asked as she held May's arm tightly,  "I
had gotten the impression back in Chicago that you were the
kind of girl who had fun no matter where she was."

	"Oh, well I guess sometimes I give that impression,"
May replied unconvincingly.

	The younger woman was afraid Iris was going to
pursue that train of thought, but again fate stepped in as
the visitor from the windy city spotted something that
caught her attention.

	"Oh my God,"  Iris said as she stopped abruptly,
pulling May back as well.  "Look what's across the street."

	May looked, but wasn't sure what she was looking at.
There, a few storefronts down from the main thoroughfare,
was what looked like a bar or club of some kind.  In its own
way, it looked as nondescript as the outside of Madame
Cheng's had been.  She didn't understand why Iris was so
excited about it.

	"So..."  May said cautiously, hoping Iris would provide
some much needed information.

	"That's Scarlett's Rose,"  Iris said, giving May the
impression that the name was supposed to mean something.
"Or at least one of them.  I think I read somewhere that you
had three or four of them here in the city."

	May looked at the large image of the rose on the glass
window outside the club and the engraved lettering next to
it.  She remembered her sister saying that the cruise ship
she was going to be working on was run by Scarlett's Tours
and wondered if there was some kind of connection.

	"I guess you want to go and take a look,"  May said.

	"You can't tell me that you've lived here all your life
and have never been to one?"  Iris said in surprise.

	"Oh, of course I've been to one,"  May lied.  "It's just
that I've never been to this one.  I think that it's new."

	"The two back in Chicago are always so hard to get
into,"  Iris said,  "unless you're a member.  So far I haven't
been able to find anyone who would sponsor me."

	"Well I guess we could give it a try,"  May said, not
really sure what sponsorship entitled.

	Excitedly, Iris led May across the street, taking  a
place at the end of the short line of would be revelers.
Standing at the front of the line stood a tall and muscular
six foot two blond wearing a black leather jacket.  The
jacket was much too thin for the cold weather, but it was
just another example of style winning out over practicality.

	The line was moving rather quickly, giving both women
hope that they would be able to soon get inside.  That hope
turned to disappointment as they reached the front of the
line and they were told by the Gatekeeper that a private
party was going on inside at the moment and non-members
weren't being let in.

	"Oh well, at least we tried,"  Iris said as the tall
woman at the door gave them the bad news.

	Just then, a black haired Hispanic woman came out
from inside to bring the Gatekeeper a hot drink and saw the
two women about to leave.  Handing off the steaming mug,
she stepped past the rope barrier to get a better look at
one of them.

	"June?"  she called out.

	May stopped and turned around, taking a few seconds
to react to her sister's name.

	"Hi,"  May said, for lack of anything else that came to
mind.

	"I thought it was you,"  the girl, whose name May
later learned was Danielle, said.  "What are you doing out
here in the cold?"

	"You know these two?"  the Gatekeeper asked.

	"June's a member,"  Danielle said.  "I don't know her
friend but if she's with June she's more than welcome."

	"She didn't say she was a member," the Gatekeeper
said in her defense.

	Iris was thinking pretty much the same thing as she
looked at May.

	"I was just about to say something,"  May said to
Danielle, and then to Iris she said, "I wanted to surprise
you."

	"Well consider me surprised,"  Iris said excitedly as
she now pulled May towards the entrance, "let's go."

	The obviously irritated Gatekeeper pulled back the
heavy velvet rope that barred the way and admitted the two
women into the club.  Danielle followed them inside as well.

			-=-=-=-

	Moving into the club, the first thing they saw was
that the inside of Scarlett's was at least four times what it
appeared to be from the outside.  The store front on both
the right and left, as well as the three that faced the next
block over had all been combined to form one gigantic
center.  All of the other entrances, however, were now only
used as fire doors.

	"There has to be over three hundred people here,"
Iris said excitedly.

	"Yeah, it does tend to get a little crowded on Friday
night,"  Danielle said from behind them.  "Especially when
there's a party."

	"What's the occasion?"  May asked curiously.

	"I'm not sure,"  Danielle said, for all I know it's for
Gertrude Stein's birthday.  We really don't need much of a
reason to have a party."

	"Hey Danielle, we need you over here!"  came a voice
from the far right of the room.

	"I have to go," the olive skinned woman said, "but I'll
catch up to you later.  As I remember, you still owe me a
dance, June."

	Both women watched the heavy breasted woman walk
away, noting that her ass was almost as full as her bra.  That
was if she had been wearing one.

	"Close friend of yours?"  Iris asked as Danielle
disappeared into the crowd.

	"Not really,"  May replied, at least she hoped not.

	"Well why don't we get a drink then,"  Iris suggested.

	"I could definitely use one,"  May said, noting that
they hadn't had any alcohol at the restaurant and their last
drink had been hours ago.


	They made their way through the crowd and up to the
bar.  Iris caught the attention of the barmaid, another
six-footer, this one a brunette, who was definitely an
improvement over Brian back at the hotel.  The Amazon put
two bottles of cold beer in front of them, saying that the
first set was on the house.

	"Here's to us then,"  Iris said as she handed one of
the bottles to May and they both took a long drink from
them.

	The noise level of the party had grown to the point
that conversation was pretty difficult, so the two of them
just enjoyed their beers and the atmosphere.  Looking
around the club, May was astonished by the wide variety of
women that filled it.  They were all ages, colors, shapes and
sizes.  United by the fact that all of them preferred
another woman in their bed.  And one of those, was Iris
Banks.

	"A dollar for your thoughts,"  Iris said, shouting to be
heard over the din.

	"I thought it was supposed to be a penny,"  May yelled
back.

	"Maybe I put a high price on what you're thinking,"
Iris smiled.

	May smiled back at the thought, but before she could
add anything to it, Danielle reappeared.

	"Got time for our dance, Sugar,"  Danielle said,
ignoring the fact that the woman she thought of as June
was with someone else.

	May looked to Iris, hoping that just the gesture would
be enough to send a message.  Unfortunately, Danielle either
didn't get it or didn't care.

	"Go ahead, I don't mind,"  Iris said, also missing the
intent of May's message.  She had taken it as asking if Iris
would have a problem with her dancing with Danielle.

	"Well, I think that maybe I do,"  May said as she
reached out and took Iris's hand in her own, leading her new
friend out on the dance floor and leaving a disappointed
Danielle behind.

	The house band, appropriately all-girl, had just begun
something slow and romantic as May and Iris moved into the
crowd.  Wrapping their arms around each other, they began
to slowly sway to the music.  The lyrics sung by the lead
singer washed over them.

	"I really wouldn't have minded if you'd danced with
her,"  Iris repeated.

	"I'd much rather dance with you,"  May said, bringing
their faces close together so that she could be heard.

	As they moved across the dance floor, May was all too
aware of the proximity of Iris's body.  The press of her
breasts against her own as the crowd pushed them together.
It wasn't the first time she had danced with another woman
of course, but it was the first time a dance with one had
sexual overtones.

	The music ended and almost as one, the couples on the
dance floor turned to applaud the band.  May and Iris,
however, were an exception.  For the moment, all they could
see was the reflection of each other in their eyes.

	May found herself filled with feeling she hadn't
experienced in a long time.  The only thing was, they were
feelings she had normally associated with being with a man.
Was this what her sister felt, she found herself asking.

	It became apparent to May that Iris felt much the
same thing as the blue clad businesswoman leaned forward
and kissed May on her lips.

	The gentle caress took May by surprise, but only for a
heartbeat.  The touch of Iris's lips sent a shiver though her
body, a shiver that instantly multiplied as she felt the older
woman's tongue against her lips. Excitedly, she opened her
mouth to admit it.

	For long endless seconds, the two women kissed each
other on the dance floor, until they remembered where they
were.  As they broke their embrace, they realized that they
had become an object of much attention.

	Just as they had clapped for the singer and her band
a few minutes before, a few of the women around them gave
them a round of applause as well.  A little embarrassed, they
quickly moved off the dance floor.

	"I think that maybe it's getting a little late,"  May
said as she tried to sort it all out in her head.  "It's been a
really long day."

	"Yes, it has,"  Iris replied.  "Maybe we should get
going."

	"I think that's a good idea,"  May added.

	Exiting the club, they had no trouble flagging down a
cab on the corner.  This time there was little traffic to slow
them down on the way back to the Grand Astoria.  Fifteen
minutes later, they were there.

			-=-=-=-

	"I had a really great time tonight,"  Iris said as she
reached into her purse and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill to
cover the trip to the hotel as well as her date's ride home.

	"So did I,"  May responded, thinking that despite the
night having gone far beyond anything she had envisioned,
that she had never said truer words.

	"This should get you home,"  Iris said as she pressed
the bill into May's hand.

	"Oh, I couldn't,"  May said.

	"We already had this argument,"  Iris smiled.

	"Okay,"  May relented.

	"There's also my card,"  Iris added as May looked
down and saw the small blue square that had also been
pressed into her hand.  "My private number is on the back.  I
don't know if I'll ever get back here or you to Chicago, but
if we could, I'd really like for the two of us to keep in
touch."

	"I'd like that too,"  May replied.

	Iris smiled and had started to turn to exit the taxi
when May called her name.  In response, she reversed
direction and turned back to her.   She started to open her
mouth to ask if there was something the matter, but never
got the words out.

	Unable to really believe she was doing it, May threw
her arms around Iris and pulled her back toward her.  This
time she was the one who initiated the kiss as she put all of
the passion her confusing feelings had generated into it.  A
passion that caused the driver looking back at them to open
his mouth wide with shock.

	When their lips finally parted, Iris had to take a deep
breath to recover the air that had been sucked out of her in
surprise.  Still ignoring the gaze of the driver, she looked
into the warm beauty of the woman sitting next to her.

	"June, do you want to come up and spend the night?"
she asked, hoping that the answer was yes.

	May felt a tiny twinge of guilt when she heard her
sister's name.  But that wasn't enough for her not to follow
through on what she felt deep in the core of her being.  In a
voice that she knew to be her own and not her sister's, she
breathlessly said that she did.

	Not wanting to break the moment with any further
reply, Iris grabbed the twenty-dollar bill from May's hand
and tossed it through the window in the glass partition that
separated them from the driver.  Then, as fast as their legs
could carry them, they exited the cab and moved quickly
through the hotel lobby.

	The elevator couldn't come fast enough.  It was
fortunate that a number of people shared the ride up to the
fifth floor or else they would've been all over each other as
soon as the sliding doors had closed.

	An event that was only postponed by the amount of
time it took for the elevator to rise five flights and Iris to
work the key into the lock of her room.  Their mouths
collided forcefully as their hands explored each other's
bodies.  Iris's jacket was tossed to the floor, along with the
shoes each of them wore.  In less time than it took to think
about it, the two of them were on the bed.

	May was no longer even thinking about what she was
doing, merely giving in to the fires that the night had
awakened within her.  As Iris slid the straps of May's
borrowed dress down her arms, May had her first and only
thought about what she was doing.  She was glad she had
borrowed her sister's undergarments as well, thinking that
they were so much nicer than her own.

	Iris's mouth moved to kiss the light coffee skin not
covered by the bra May wore, cupping the lace covered
mound with one of her hands.  With her fingers she pushed
the delicate material aside, exposing the dark areola
beneath.  The thick nipple of which then vanished between
her lips as well.

	"Oh God!"  May cried out as she felt the wetness of
Iris's mouth engulf her flesh, filling her with a sense of
forbidden excitement.

	The exclamation moved Iris to May's other mound,
exposing it as well with equal attention.  The woman from
Chicago had been imagining what they might taste like
almost all night.  The answer to her curiosity was definitely
not disappointing.

	Climbing on top of May, Iris slid her other hand down
between the younger woman's legs and up under her dress.
Her fingers continued beneath the lace panties there as
well, finding a wet mound already aflame.  One by one, her
fingers slid inside May, adding to the stimulation.

	"I can't believe I'm doing this,"  May said to herself
as the reality of what was happening finally hit her.  Yet, as
the joys of Iris's attentions spread across her body, it
never occurred to May to ask her to stop.

	If anything, the reverse seemed to be true as she
lifted her own arms and undid the buttons of Iris's blouse,
pulling it open when the last one was done.  The white bra
beneath was of a sturdier design, but then again, it had
more to contain.

	May's actions finally got Iris's attention and she
lifted herself up and removed her shirt totally.  Then,
reaching behind her, undid the clasp of her bra as well.  As
she did, May slid her hands up under the now loose material
and took hold of the large breasts beneath.

	If it felt strange to hold another woman's breasts in
her hand, May wasn't thinking about it.  No more than the
fact that in only a few moments she planned to have them in
her mouth as well.  Like a child unwrapping a gift, she
removed the now unclasped restraints and let Iris's breasts
fall free.

	The first thing May noticed was that unlike her own
small areola, Iris's were almost half the width of the hands
that had just covered them.  Her nipples were also wider but
no less erect.  May moved her hands around to Iris's back
and pulled her down, guiding those inviting tips to her mouth
as she did.

	It was fortunate for May that her ex-husband was
one of those men who liked his nipples played with.  To her
delight, she found that what was merely pleasing to him,
proved to be highly arousing in Iris.

	"Oh baby, yes,"  Iris cried out as she pressed her
mounds against May's face.  "Suck me, suck my nipples!  I
love it!"

	And suck them May did, with the enthusiasm of a
baby with a bottle of mother's milk.  Her tongue darted
back and forth, covering them with wetness and caressing
Iris's sweet flesh, alternating her gentle touch with hard
love bites.  Iris shivered at the touch of May's mouth on her
breasts, each new stroke bringing a louder moan.

	Logic was gone.  Rational thought was gone.  All that
remained within May was an ever-rising lust.  For the first
time in her life, she not only gave into that lust, she actively
sought it out.

	Shades of brown intermixed as the two women
continued to explore each other's bodies, removing the rest
of their clothing as they did.  As each new bit of skin was
exposed, one or the other would cover it with their kisses.

	Finally all that remained was the flesh with which
they had been born, and May was able to take in the whole
of Iris's beauty.  A beauty that sent a renewed rush of
anticipation through her as she considered that all of it was
hers to enjoy.

	It came as a surprise that Iris, like the sister whose
name May had borrowed, had a womanhood as bare as a
newborn's.  Unlike the reaction when she had seen June that
way, May found it quite enticing on the woman before her.

	"I see you like my little haircut,"  Iris smiled as she
noticed May's interest.  "Have you ever been with someone
who was shaved?"

	"I can honestly say no, I haven't,"  May replied, the
smile on her lips giving no inkling of the enormity of the
statement.

	"Well then why don't we save that treat for last
then,"  Iris said as she moved closer to May and spread out
her legs, exposing her own prize.  "You just lay back, relax
and let me take care of everything."

	Stretching out across the bed, May did just as she
was told.  Iris's broad smile disappeared from view as her
head vanished between May's legs.

	A low moan spilled from May's lips as Iris's talented
tongue reached deep within her.  It only took brief moments
for May to realize that the saying "only a woman really knew
how to please another woman", was more true than she
could've ever imagined.  At least in the case of this
particular woman.  No man, not even her ex-husband who had
known every inch of her body, had ever brought her such
pleasure.

	Pleasure that increased dramatically as Iris added her
agile fingers to the mix as she began to finger-fuck May as
well.  Already close to the edge, familiar sensations began to
fill May's body as it hurdled toward her first orgasm at the
hands, or tongue as the case might be, of another woman.

	May brought her own hands into play as well, playing
with her breasts as well as caressing the rest of her body.
Alternately, she reached down and laid her hands on the
back of Iris's head,  helping direct her to the most sensitive
parts of her womanhood.

	Suddenly it was upon her as her body stiffened and a
loud cry of appreciation filled the room.  May quivered in
ecstasy for long moments as the honey sweet fruits of her
eruption filled Iris's eager mouth.

	May closed her eyes as the last of the tremors left
her, savoring the warmth that still filled her body.  Iris
lifted herself up from between the lighter skinned legs and
moved upward until their bodies were again in synch.
Lowering her head, she kissed May amorously, sharing the
nectar of her orgasm.

	They held each other tight, continuing to kiss and
caress.  Finally, May rolled Iris onto her back and moved to
assume the same position that the older woman had held.

	"Now it's your turn to relax,"  May said as she parted
Iris's legs and got her closest look yet at the bare pussy
between.  Then, without the slightest hesitation, May went
to work.

	She reached out and parted the smooth lips of Iris's
sex, giving a clear path for her tongue.  A tongue that tiny
heartbeats later had its first taste of another woman.  May
found the sensation both exhilarating and new, although Iris
would've been hard pressed to even suspect that this was
May's first time.

	"Yes, oh yes,"  Iris called out as her body jumped
when May found her clit.  "That feels wonderful."

	Finding her spot, May moved her vibrating tongue
back and forth across Iris's most sensitive places.
Alternating between her finger and tongue, the neophyte
cunnilingist began to sent Iris down the same path she
herself had followed a short time before.  She quickly
developed a rhythm, sending tiny burst of erotic electricity
radiating outward.

	Feeling the reactions in Iris's body and sensing that
her orgasm was near, May reached beneath her and took a
firm grip on the cheeks of her ass.  Not missing a beat, she
slid a lubricated finger inside the tight orifice.  It was
something that normally drove May wild when she herself
climaxed and she hoped it had the same effect on Iris.

	Gently at first, she moved the extended finger in and
out.  Then, picking up the pace, she matched the tempo to
that of her other hand and tongue.  The trick, taught to her
by her ex-husband, had the desired effect as Iris began to
gyrate as well.  The closer to her orgasm she came, the
faster she moved.

	A closeness that was reached seconds later as Iris
orgasmed explosively, thrashing about in sexual rhapsody as
she let out a loud scream; the volume of which could easily
be heard in the hotel halls beyond.

	"That was wonderful."  Iris said in a breathless voice
as May withdrew her fingers and gently kissed her clit
before moving up next to her.  "It's been a long time since
anyone's made me feel so good."

	May smiled at the compliment and hugged Iris, resting
her tired head on her soft breasts.  Iris wrapped her arms
around the girl on top of her and both closed their eyes as
they drifted off to sleep.

			-=-=-=-

	"Iris, are you awake?"  May said some time later as
she opened her eyes.

	"Yes," Iris answered,  "I've been awake for a while
but I didn't want to disturb you.  It was nice enough just to
lay here and enjoy you next to me."

	"I need to tell you something, and I hope you're not
too angry with me after I do,"  May said with hesitation.

	"How could I be angry with, my dear,"  Iris replied as
she leaned down and kissed the top of May's head.

	May slid out from Iris's embrace and then off the
bed.  She took a long deep breath before telling the whole
story of her deception, explaining how she only wanted to
meet one of her sister's friends out of curiosity.  That she
never thought it would ever go as far as it did and all she
originally planned was to have a drink together.  How sorry
she was for having lied to her.

	Iris listened intently, taking it all in.  May expected
her face to fill with hostility, if not outright anger.  Instead,
to the younger woman's surprise, it showed an expression of
amusement.

	"Are you seriously telling me,"  Iris asked when May
finally finished,  "that this is the first time that you've ever
been with another woman?"

	"Yes, but I feel so bad about telling you that I was
June and ..."  May started to reply, surprised that Iris didn't
seem to be angry in the least.

	"Oh I don't care about that,"  Iris cut her off,
"That's between you and your sister.  And as long as we're
being honest, I should tell you that when I called you, or I
guess I should say when I called June, I was only planning to
have a drink with her as well.  She really didn't make that
big of an impression on me back in Chicago, at least not one
that would've made me call her if I knew anyone else here."

	"She didn't?"  May asked, somewhat surprised.

	"Well actually, she did make an impression, but it
wasn't all that favorable.  No, that's not right, it makes it
sound like I disliked her and that wasn't the case at all.  It's
just that I never thought it might lead to where it did.  In
fact, I was having a pretty hard time matching up the woman
I went to dinner with last night with the one I met in
Chicago.  Now I understand why."

	"So you're not going to mention this to her?"  a still
concerned May repeated.

	"Honey, like I said, that's something for you to work
out with your sister,"  Iris smiled, "but from the way she
struck me when I did have a drink with her, I don't think
she's going to be too upset with you."

	"Oh thank you, I really owe you for that,"  May said
with relief.  "If I can do anything to make it up to you I ..."

	"Well now that you mention it,"  Iris grinned, "there is
something you can do for me."

	"What's that?"  May asked curiously.

	"Come back to bed,"  Iris laughed,  "My train doesn't
leave until this afternoon and I can't think of a better way
of spending the hours in-between than by making love to
you."

	Surprised for a second, May only hesitated that long
before she climbed back onto the bed and kissed Iris
passionately.  A whole new world, she realized, had opened up
for her.  She couldn't imagine living the life her sister led,
but being with a woman occasionally was definitely something
May could see in her future.

	As the two women slipped under the covers together,
May promised herself she would indeed tell June what had
happened.  Iris was right, her sister would understand.  And
while she was at it, May decided she would ask June for the
number of the photographer that had taken that photograph
of her that hung in the living room.

	The older sister now thought she would like one of her
own.  Not to hang in her living room of course, she wasn't
ready for that, at least not yet.  No, her bedroom would do
just fine.  Anyone who saw it there would probably be seeing
the real thing anyway.

	But such thoughts were for tomorrow, or even the day
after.  As she felt Iris's body press against her own, and
their mouths come together once more, all thoughts save
those of the ebony goddess in her arms were banished from
her mind.  It was time to explore even more of this brave
new world.

END

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