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        Sisters Of The Cincinnati
          by Ann Douglas
          (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)


The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by
MTM Enterprises and CBS Television.  This story is intended for
the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered
parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be
made from the distribution of this story.

                          Baby, if you've ever wondered,
                          Wondered whatever became of me,
                          I'm living on the air in Cincinnati,
                          Cincinnati, WKRP.

                          Got kind of tired packing and unpacking,
                          Town to town and up and down the dial
                          Maybe you and me were never meant to be,
                          But baby think of me once in awhile.

                          I'm at WKRP in Cincinnati..

                                Theme by T Wells and H Wilson



        The hands on the wall clock reached six o'clock, marking the
end of afternoon drive time and the work day for most of the
staff at WKRP.  Bailey Quarters, Administrative Assistant and
sometimes news broadcaster, looked up from the pile of papers on
her desk, noted the time, and sighed.  It was the end of another
day and another week, during which the twenty-four year old
brunette had come no closer to her goal of becoming an on-air news
personality than she had the month before.  In the six weeks since
she had added back-up news commentator to her duties, Bailey had
been on the air a total of exactly seventy-two minutes.  A number
that was not likely to change anytime soon.  Not as long as the
news department of the small radio station was headed by Les
Nessman, a quirky little man who viewed the local farm reports as
more important than national news.

        Still, there were some advantages to working for a small
5,000 watt AM station that had yet to break out of the lower half
of an eighteen station market, chief of which was the people she
worked with.  At the top of that list was, Arthur Carlson, a.k.a.
"the Big Guy", who was the station's General Manager.  Not
exactly a skilled business man, he was more like a favorite uncle
who'd take you out for ice cream after your parent's had said no.
When people first met him, they usually found it incomprehensible
that anyone would put him in a position of responsibility.  An opinion
usually based on the fact that they didn't know that his mother
owned the radio station, and it was only part of the Carlson
fortune.  One that could be allowed to lose money if only to offset
successes in other areas.

        Next on her mental list had to be Andy Travis, the young
Programming Director who had moved up from Santa Fe to
managed WKRP when it switched from sedate oldies to top forty
rock and roll.  It had been Andy who promoted her and was
responsible for what air time she'd managed to get so far.  The
only problem was that, after giving her the back-up spot, he'd
been reluctant to press Les to give up any of his own slots on the
schedule.

        Two of the DJ's were also close friends of hers.  Johnny
Fever, who did the early morning show, and Venus Flytrap, who did
late night.  Each had their own unique style and personalities and
were partially responsible for the station's minor rise in the
ratings over the last few months.

        A success that had come despite the problems caused by
Herb Tarlek, an egotistical troublemaker and general jackass who
was the station's Sales Manager.  Constantly bringing in clients like
the Shady Hill Rest Home or Ferriman Funerals, hardly the norm
for the younger demographics the station was looking for, Tarlek,
like Nessman was a holdover from before Travis's arrival.  Putting
up with both men's incompetence was something they all had to
endure.

        Of course the most fascinating person at the station had to
be Jennifer Marlowe.  Ostensively just WKRP's receptionist, the
thirty-something blonde was also the highest paid employee at the
station.  Her main function seemed to be keeping Mr. Carlson out
of trouble, a task that she did extremely well.  Beautiful, sexy and
highly intelligent, she always seemed more aware of everything
that happened in and out of the office then the rest of the staff
combined.

        The speaker on the wall, permanently turned to the station's
spot on the AM dial, filled with the echoing introduction that
announced Les Nessman and the News.  Not wanting to sit and
listen to another rendition of hog futures and other agricultural
reports, Bailey got up from her desk and headed out to the
reception area.  She knew from past experience that Jennifer
usually turned the speaker out there off, especially when Les was
on.

        Stepping into the small lobby where Jennifer's desk was
located, Bailey found herself arriving just in time for the day's
tenth, and
hopefully last, attempt by Herb Tarlek to hit on Jennifer.  A daily
ritual, it was a pitiful sight to say the least.

        Not that it wasn't understandable why any man would try
ten times a day to ask Jennifer out.  After all, with long, rich
blonde hair and a body to kill for, the receptionist was everything
any man could ask for.  It was the fact that aside from being
married, Herb was so far out of his league with Jennifer as to need
a road map to find his way back.

        Dressed in a gaudy plaid suit that had never been in style,
Herb was exactly the opposite of the men that Jennifer dated.
The common factor among which, aside from style and intelligence,
seemed to be that they were usually old enough to quality for
social security, but rich enough to never need it.

        "Come on gorgeous,"  Herb said as he leaned forward just
enough to take a good look down Jennifer's dress,  "what say you
and I have an early dinner and a late night?"

        "That sounds like a marvelous idea,"  Jennifer said
unexpectedly, surprising both Bailey and Herb.  "It just so happens
that the hostess at Robbin Bleu is an old friend of mine.  I'm sure
if I call her we'll be able to get a table without a reservation."

        "Robbin Bleu?" Herb almost choked on the name of the
hottest and predictably most expensive new nightspot in Cincinnati.
"Dinner there costs more than I make in a week.  I was thinking
more on the lines of Surf and Turf at Clarke's Grill down the
block."

        "Herb,"  Jennifer said with a cold, icy stare,  "look at me.
Do I look like I do Surf and Turf at Clarke's?"

        Humbled, the Sales Manager turned and slipped away
without saying another word.  Jennifer was sure, however, that
come Monday morning, he would try once more.

        "You let him off pretty easy this time,"  Bailey commented
as she walked over to the desk from the alcove where she had
watched the little play unfold.

        "I don't like to crush him too hard before the weekend,"
Jennifer smiled.  "It's not fair to his wife."

        Bailey paused a the moment to think of Herb's wife, a perky
woman named Lucille who she'd met a few times.  That she shared
a bed with Herb was enough to make the brunette shudder as she
tried to suppress that particular image.

        "Wait a second,"  Bailey said as she shook her head to banish
that thought.  "Didn't we go to Clarke's last month for Johnny's
birthday?"

        "Yes, and it was lovely,"  Jennifer grinned.  "But if you
remember, Herb didn't come with us after he found out that he
couldn't put the lunch on his expense account."

        "You're so bad,"  Bailey laughed.

        Jennifer just grinned.

        "But what if he'd said yes?"  the younger woman offered.

        "He never would."

        "How can you be so sure?"

        "Because Herb Tarlek is all talk and no action,"  Jennifer
confided in a low voice as she leaned close to Bailey so that only
she could hear.  "He has a big mouth, but a small..."

        She never finished her sentence with words, but the small
gap between her index finger and thumb when she held up her hand
said all there was to say.

        "How do you know that?"  Bailey asked curiously.

        "The same way I know that appearances to the contrary, Les
Nessman is hung like a horse."

        Bailey looked at Jennifer and wondered if she was playing a
joke on her.  The smile on the blonde's face refused to reveal its
secrets.  Still, if anyone knew all the secrets around here, it would
have to be Jennifer.

        "Come on, tell me you're kidding,"  Bailey implored.

        The conversation was abruptly interrupted as one of the
topics of discussion stepped into the lobby from the direction of
the broadcast booth.  Having finished his last update for the
evening, Les was heading home.

        "Getting an early start to the weekend, Les?"  Jennifer
asked the slightly balding man in glasses.

        "I'm giving a speech at a dinner for the Young Farmers of
Ohio tonight,"  he replied as he headed for the door in a rush.  "It
would be unseemly for a five time winner of the Buckeye News
Hawk Award to be late."

        "Well have fun,"  Jennifer wished him as she gave him a
small wave goodbye.

        Not having said a word, Bailey suddenly realized that she
had been staring at Les's crotch the whole time, wondering if what
Jennifer had said could really be true.  Thankfully, the News
Director was so much into his own little world, he hadn't noticed.

        "You know, there is a way you could find out for sure,"
Jennifer suggested as she got up from behind her desk to put a
protective cover over the electric typewriter that was almost
never used.

        That thought sent even more of a shiver through Bailey than
when she had almost imagined the sigh of Herb and Lucille
together in bed.

        "No thank you,"  Bailey was quick to say.  "There are many
things in life that I can live without knowing and that is definitely
one of them."

        "So what are your plans for the evening?"  Jennifer asked as
she changed the subject.

        "I've still got a pile of paperwork on my desk that Andy left
for me to go over."  Bailey said, remembering the work she had left
behind.  "I don't think I'm going to get out of here before
midnight."

        "Andy, who left this morning for the Radio Convention in
Columbus?"  Jennifer noted.  "The one that isn't much more than
four or five hours of meetings and two days of parties?"

        "Yeah, that's the one,"  Bailey replied as she remembered
how much she wanted to go to it as well.  Not for the partying, but
for the chance to do some networking and get her name out there.

        "I think I have a better idea,"  Jennifer suggested.  "Why
don't the two of us go out to dinner instead?  It's probably won't
be as exciting as the one at the Young Farmers of Ohio, but I
think you'd have some fun."

        "Don't you have a date?"  a surprised Bailey asked.

        "You could be my date,"  Jennifer responded, then quickly
clarified,  "I mean this would be more of a girls night out sort of
thing."

        "I really should stay and catch up on that paperwork,"
Bailey mused out loud, her sense of responsibility weighing heavily
against her desire to have a little fun for a change.

        "The paperwork will still be there on Monday morning,"
Jennifer pointed out.

        A few long silent moments followed as Bailey wrestled with
her dilemma.  Finally, Jennifer took matters in hand and made the
decision for her.  Walking over to the Station Manager's Office,
she knocked on the door twice, then opened it without waiting for
a response.

        "I'm sorry to interrupt, Mr. Carlson,"  Jennifer said as she
stuck her head into the office, resisting the temptation to laugh
at the sight of a grown man playing at his desk with a set of race
cars,  "but I was wondering if it would be all right if Bailey let
those reports that Andy left for her wait until Monday morning so
the two of us could go out to dinner?"

        "The two of us are going out to dinner?"  Arthur Carlson
asked as he looked up from his classic reproductions.  "Should I
call Carmen and tell her that I'll be home late?"

        "Bailey and I are going out to dinner,"  Jennifer corrected
him.  "Your wife is going to be here in twenty minutes so the two of
you can have dinner at your Mother's."

        "Oh,"  Arthur said.  "Well the two of you have fun then."

        "You too,"  Jennifer said as she closed the door, leaving Mr.
Carlson to what she knew was probably the most fun he was going
to have this evening.  Dinner with the senior Mrs. Carlson these
days was rarely enjoyable for her only son, usually turning into one
long lecture.  Thankfully, the younger Mrs. Carlson had both the
intelligence and fortitude to stand up for the man she loved.

        "I guess we're going out to dinner,"  Bailey said as Jennifer
walked back over to her, her voice reflecting that she was happy
the decision had been made for her.  "Should I go home and change
first?"

        Bailey had worn a rather ordinary, businesslike plaid skirt
and white blouse to work this morning, along a darker single color
jacket.  It was a lot more suited for dinner than the jeans and long
sleeved shirts she usually wore.  Still, next to the form fitting and
rather low cut red dress that Jennifer had on, the business suit
might seem out of place.

        "No, what you have on is fine,"  Jennifer assured her.

        "Where are we going?"  Bailey asked, partly out of curiosity
and partly out of a concern that she might not be able to afford
some of the restaurants Jennifer liked to frequent.

        "It's a surprise,"  the slightly shorter blonde said as she
gathered up her things, a touch of anticipation in her tone.  "And
since I'm the one who asked you, it's my treat."  she added,
knowing full well how much Bailey, and everyone else at the station,
made each week.

                                -=-=-=-

        Leaving the Flimm building, Jennifer had no trouble flagging
down a cab for the two of them.  In fact, two cabs pulled to the
curb in response to her wave, one of them cutting across two lanes
of traffic to do so.  A brief argument ensured between the two
drivers, with Jennifer deciding the matter by saying that they'd
go with the safer of the two.  The one who hadn't cut off two
other cars in an attempt to pick up the fare.

        Once in the back of the vehicle, Jennifer gave the driver an
address that Bailey recognized as being in the Mount Adams area,
not far from Eden Park.  The trip was short, so short in fact that
the younger woman felt silly taking a cab.  Normally, she confined
herself to the more affordable city bus system.

        The building they pulled up in front of was an old Victorian
townhouse.  Jennifer paid the fare, overpaid actually, Bailey
couldn't help but note as she stepped out of the car.  Situated in
the center of the block, the old building looked to have undergone
extensive restoration in order to give it an almost new appearance.
As they walked up the steps to the double doors, Bailey spotted a
small brass plaque next the to the left door.  It simply read,
Sisters Of The Cincinnati.

        Once past the front door, Jennifer led Bailey into a small
foyer where a smartly dressed woman in her mid-fifties met them.
The redhead greeted Jennifer with a broad smile, saying how nice
it was to see her again.

        "Donna, may I introduce my friend, Bailey Quarters,"
Jennifer said, turning towards her guest.

        "It's very nice to meet you,"  Donna said to Bailey as she
extended her hand.  "Haven't I heard you doing the news on WKRP
now and then?"

        "I think you might be the only one who ever has,"  Bailey
replied, greatly surprised at the comment.

        "Well I think you did an excellent job,"  Donna concluded as
she turned and motioned for the two new arrivals to follow her into
the main room beyond the foyer.

        The interior of the townhouse had been restored as
carefully as the facade, with the three larger rooms on the first
floor converted into sitting rooms.  Glancing into them as they
passed, Bailey saw an assortment of women of all ages and dress.
A few seemed to be involved in discussions with one or two others,
while some just relaxed in comfortable chairs, reading a book or
newspaper.

        The entire second floor had been turned into a dining area,
with carefully placed walls and decorations dividing the floor into
smaller sections.  The large windows on two sides of the common
area offered a beautiful view of the Ohio River.

        After seeing them to their seats, Donna recited the specials
of the evening, from which Jennifer ordered for both her and
Bailey.  The younger woman didn't mind as she was too busy looking
about the room and taking it all in.

        In the section Donna had seated them, there were eight
other tables, spaced out just enough to afford a small measure of
privacy.  At the moment, three of them were occupied, two with
pairs of women and the third with four.  Like the women in the
rooms below them, these were all of various ages and from their
dress, different social status.  Bailey didn't have to be a reporter
to have her curiosity working on overdrive.

        "What is this place?"  she asked.

        "I guess you could call it a private club,"  Jennifer replied as
she made eye contact with one of the women sitting at an adjacent
table.

        Before Bailey could ask for more of an answer, the woman
who had waved to Jennifer got up from her seat and walked over.
Black, middle-aged and dressed in an expensive business suit, she
spent a brief minute speaking to the red dressed blonde about
some charity drive.  Realizing that she knew the woman, or at least
recognized her, Bailey was almost too stunned to follow the short
conversation.

        "Wasn't that the Deputy Mayor?"  Bailey whispered once
the older woman was out of earshot.

        "Yes it was,"  Jennifer said casually,  "I guess I should've
introduced you.  Should I call her back?"

        "No,"  Bailey quickly replied as she adjusted her glasses as
to hide behind them.  "You said this was a private club?"  she
asked, changing the subject.

        "Among other things,"  Jennifer expanded as a young girl in a
black and white outfit arrived with the drinks she had ordered
with dinner.

        "How come I've never heard of the Sisters Of The
Cincinnati?"  Bailey asked, thinking that any organization that
counted the Deputy Mayor as a member had to have a high public
profile.

        "Well, like I said, it's a rather private club,"  Jennifer
repeated.  "and somewhat selective in its membership.  You have to
be nominated by two full members to even be considered, and
receive a unanimous vote of the executive board to join.  I think in
all its hundred year history, there's never been more than two
hundred members at a time."

        "So it's only based in Cincinnati,"  Bailey said, thinking out
loud.

        "Yes,"  Jennifer confirmed, taking it as a question.  "But
there are other organizations like it that we sort of have a
connection to.  I guess you could call them sister-groups.  There's
one club just as old based in London called Lady Jane's and another
that's almost countrywide that started back in the late fifties.
They even have a private resort down in the Caribbean, although
I've never been there."

        Before Bailey could ask the name of the second organization,
she was interrupted by the arrival of dinner.  Her curiosity would
have to wait until after they'd eaten.  Nothing could stop her,
however, from trying in the meantime to put the pieces she could
see of the puzzle together.

        The Sisters Of The Cincinnati was obviously some sort of
private organization for women, comprised of the movers and
shakers in the small city.  A fact reinforced by her having spotted
Sharon Mooney, the News Anchor for Channel Nine News, being led
to one of the private rooms.  The six-year TV veteran was someone
Bailey wished she could meet, even more than the Deputy Mayor.

        The only thing Bailey couldn't figure out was, how did
Jennifer fit into all of it.  As important as she was to the small
radio station, she was hardly a power player like Mooney or the
Deputy Mayor.

        "Have you been a member long?"  Bailey asked as they
finished eating and another girl in black appeared to clear the
table.

        "About eight years,"  Jennifer replied after she had thanked
the waitress.  "I only graduated from associate membership last
year."

        Automatically doing the math in her head, Bailey realized
that Jennifer had been no older than she was now when she'd been
inducted into the Sisterhood.  If she wasn't on the same scale as
some of these women now, what could have been the motivating
factor for them to admit her back then.

        "I can tell what you're thinking,"  Jennifer smiled as she
drained the last of the wine she'd had with dinner.  "You're
wondering what all these important women have in common with a
lowly receptionist at a second rate radio station?"

        "I never thought of you as just a receptionist,"  Bailey said,
wondering if her expression was that transparent for Jennifer to
read her so easily.

        "Not everyone here is at the pinnacle of her profession,"
Jennifer went on.  "Some members are even secretaries and school
teachers.  The goal is to recognize and then help every sister to
reach her full potential, whatever that might be."

        "Wow, where do I sign up?"  Bailey gushed, thinking how far
she could go with an organization like that behind her.

        "Well, you should know a little more about it all before you
rush to sign on the dotted line,"  Jennifer replied as she refilled
both hers and Bailey's wine glasses.  "There are some expectations
and responsibilities that come with membership as well."

        That Jennifer hadn't immediately discounted the possibility
of her being considered for membership wasn't lost on Bailey.  She
took a deep breath, willing herself to slow down and not seem too
anxious.

        "It's also one of the rules that when a member proposes
someone for membership, that person has to also be seconded by
one of her own sponsors as well.  That way the organization insures
the traditions they hold dear are continued across the generations.
It's not unusual for a  new sponsor to consult her own before she
even broaches the subject with a prospective candidate."

        Bailey nodded her head in understanding. It seemed an
arcane rule, but obviously the current generation of members
didn't have a problem with it.

        "Who was your original sponsor?"  Bailey asked curiously.

        Jennifer hesitated for a moment, then, hiding behind the
now filled glass of wine in her hand, said  "Lillian Carlson."

        "Mama Carlson?"

        "Yes."

        "Oh my gosh!"  Bailey exclaimed, thinking the sudden
revelation explained so much.  "And you've already talked to her
about me?"

        "I think that maybe I should explain another aspect of the
society before we get too far ahead of ourselves,"  Jennifer
interrupted.  "It might change your mind."

        Not being able to imagine what could possibility do that,
Bailey held her next dozen questions and let Jennifer go on.  It was
a long moment before she did.

        "There's more to the Sisterhood than just business
networking and social endeavors,"  the older blonde began.
"There's a certain personal aspect to the relationships between
some members.  Some of them are just friendships, some of them
are sometimes, how should I describe them ... intimate wouldn't be
too strong a term."

        "Oh," was all that Bailey could bring herself to say.

        Despite the impression she sometimes gave, Bailey Quarters
was hardly as naive as people thought.  It didn't take more than a
single breath for her to realize all the implications of the word
"intimate."  She looked around at the tables surrounding them,
most of which had filled up since they'd been seated.  It was
impossible for her not to wonder which of those couples that word
applied to.

        "Bailey?"  Jennifer said as she noticed her guest's
distraction.

        "Oh sorry,"  Bailey said as she snapped back to the here and
now.  "I guess I was just thinking you and Mrs. Carlson,"  she lied,
thinking that was less rude than the truth.  "Were the two of
you..."

        "Intimate?"

        Bailey didn't need to even acknowledge the question.  The
look in Jennifer's eyes said it all.

        "She's really a much different person once you get to know
her,"  Jennifer said.

        "I guess so,"  came Bailey's reply.

        "To tell the truth, she and I were concerned at how you
would take the invitation,"  Jennifer said.  "Or how you even felt
about relationships like ours.  I hope I didn't give the impression
that there's anything non-consensual in any aspect of the group.
It's just that relationships like ours were the original focus of the
society when it was founded, and it's been the bond that's held it
together over the years.  The business advantages and such were
just an outgrowth of that."

        As she considered what Jennifer was saying, Bailey let her
mind drift back for a moment to her not so long ago college days.
In particular, to two classmates with which she herself had an
"intimate" friendship.  One had only lasted a single, but highly
fulfilling weekend, while the second had gone on most of her senior
year.  Both occupied treasured places in her memory.

        "I guess I should confess that I'm not exactly a stranger to
those type of relationships,"  Bailey admitted.

        "Really,"  Jennifer smiled broadly as her eyes seemed to
light up.  "I really thought that might be too much to hope for.
And do you think that a relationship like that would be something
that you might want to consider in the future?"

        That was a question that Bailey took a much longer moment
to reflect on before answering.  Her relationships with men really
hadn't gone well since moving to Cincinnati.  In fact, the furthest
one had even gone had been a night she and Andy Travis had wound
up on the couch in his apartment after putting away perhaps one
too many beers after work.  They had made out for a while and
reached a point where her bra was undone and his hands were
under her blouse.  Then they'd both realized that since technically
he was her boss, this wasn't an avenue they should really pursue.
Neither of them had ever mentioned that night again and it hadn't
been repeated.

        "Is that an offer?"  Bailey smiled back as she sipped her
wine, a mischievous look now in her eyes.

        "Do you want it to be?"

        This time, Bailey didn't have to think about her answer.
Even as she opened her mouth, her thoughts flashed back to an
incident last year when a photographer had managed to shoot some
semi-nude pictures of Jennifer while she was changing clothes for
a publicity ad.  The pictures had later been destroyed, but not
before Bailey had gotten a very good look at them and the body
beneath the red dress.  It was only now, under these unexpected
circumstances, that she was willing to admit the stirrings that the
erotic photos had produced in her at the time.

        "Yes,"  Bailey said with all of her heart, that simple word
producing a sudden surge of lust between her legs,  "and it has
nothing to do with joining the Sisters Of The Cincinnati."

        As much as she wanted to hear the first part of Bailey's
answer, it was the second half that brought an even stronger burst
of joy to Jennifer's breast.  Reaching across the small table, she
took Bailey's hand in her own and held it softly.

        "Would you like to go back to my place and discuss it a little
more?"  Jennifer asked with a smile.

        "I think we might do more than just discuss it,"  Bailey
smiled back as she placed her other hand on top of Jennifer's.

        With that, the two lovers to be rose from the table, still
holding hands as they headed for the staircase to the lower level.
So lost were they in each other, neither of them took notice of the
sea of approving eyes and smiles that followed their passage.  The
largest of which had been on Donna as she opened the outer door
for them and wished them a good night.

                                -=-=-=-

        Slipping into a cab that had been waiting by the curb, one of
a group that made it a practice to be at this particular address
around dinner time, knowing that there were generous fares to be
had, Bailey heard Jennifer give the driver the address to her new
apartment.  That the cab driver was a woman in her mid-fifties
didn't strike the younger passenger as unusual.  Although it might
have if she'd taken to time to notice that the taxis that moved up
in line, as well as the four behind it, were also driven by women.
None of them were members of the club, but the owner of the
company could be found among the membership rolls.

        Ignoring the fact that they were quite visible in the driver's
rear view mirror, Jennifer continued to hold Bailey's hand.  They
exchanged warms smiled and barely suppressed giggles.  Both felt
as if they were back in high school, teenage girls on a first date.

        Finally, Jennifer decided she couldn't wait another minute.
Leaning across the seat, her lips found Bailey's and they kissed.  It
was a brief kiss, but one that little resembled any they had shared
before.  Full of promise of what was to come, the press of the
older woman's mouth against her own left Bailey almost out of
breath.  It forever shattered their previous big sister/little sister
dynamic.

        "Wow!"  was all Bailey could manage as Jennifer pulled back,
leaving the brunette's lips tingling.

        There wasn't time for Bailey to say anything more as the
driver, whose name her displayed license gave as Patricia Shannon,
announced that they had reached their destination.  Of the kiss
she'd watched with a smile in her mirror, not a word was
mentioned.  It had hardly been the most interesting thing that had
ever taken place in her back seat.

        Jennifer quickly paid the fare, and this time Bailey paid no
mind to the oversized tip that went with it.  All she could think
about at the moment was how long it was going to take the elevator
of the building in front of them to get them up to Jennifer's
apartment.  As it was, even that time proved too long.

        No sooner had the elevator doors closed behind them,
preventing to Bailey's relief the entry of another of the building's
tenants, then the younger woman had her arms around the neck of
the older.

        There was no need for words, just the press of their mouths
as she returned the kiss they had shared in the cab.  Pressing
against Jennifer's, Bailey could feel the warmth of the blonde's
skin beneath her dress as she brought up both of her hands to cup
her breasts.  A rising fever that was mirrored beneath her own
clothing.

        The loud chime of the opening doors barely penetrated the
lustful fog filling Bailey's mind.  She couldn't remember the last
time she acted this wanton.  Reluctantly she released her hold on
Jennifer so that she could get out the keys to her apartment.  As
she waited in the empty hallway for the door to open, the most
ridiculous thought entered her mind.  If Herb could've seen the
two of them in the elevator just now, he'd probably have had a
heart attack.

        A thought that melted into nothingness as Jennifer undid
the second lock and stepped aside to let her guest enter first.  It
was Bailey's first visit and on entering the living room, found it was
all she'd expected.  Filled with furniture that made the decor her
own smaller abode look like it had come from a second hand store,
Jennifer's apartment looked more like the home of a movie star
then a working girl.  At least one not engaged in the oldest
profession.

        "Would you like something to drink?"  Jennifer asked as she
locked the door behind her and stepped into the room to stand
beside Bailey.  "I know I have a bottle of champagne already
chilled in the refrigerator.

        "I think I need a cold shower more than a cold drink,"  Bailey
replied in an embarrassed tone.  "I can't imagine what you must be
thinking of me, acting the way I just did.  I'm normally not such a
slut."

        "Maybe I like sluts,"  Jennifer smiled as she reached up and
brushed her fingers against Bailey's cheek.

        Feeling a warm flush wash over her with the touch of
Jennifer's fingers against her skin, Bailey closed her eyes for a
brief moment to just enjoy the sensation.  The gentle caress
excited her even more than their previous kisses.

        "But you're not a slut, so don't ever think that,"  Jennifer
continued as she removed her hand and Bailey opened her eyes.
"You were just letting out feelings that have been bottled up way
too long.  Besides, I might remind you that I was the one who made
the first move in the cab."

        "I guess I'll have that champagne then,"  Bailey said, relief
in her voice.

        "Besides," Jennifer said over her shoulder as she headed to
the kitchen to get their drinks,  "there'll be plenty of time for
both of us to be sluts later on."

        This, Bailey realized, was a side of Jennifer that she'd never
seen before.  As aspect of her personality that was sure to bring
out the more hidden parts of her own.  Ones that the younger
brunette couldn't wait to explore more fully.

        Dropping her jacket on an empty chair, Bailey took
advantage of Jennifer's brief absence to take another look at the
lavish apartment.  Most of the expensive items in it, she was sure,
were gifts from the long line of the blonde's admirers.  The cost
of some of these items, made her wonder for a moment if she
might've been wrong in her earlier exclusion.

        "I was just admiring your lovely apartment,"  Bailey said as
Jennifer emerged from the kitchen with two long stemmed glasses
and a champagne filled ice bucket.

        "It is nice, isn't it,"  Jennifer responded as she set down the
glasses and proceeded to open the bottle.

        "You have so many nice things,"  Bailey said as she admired a
painting on the wall.  "I could never afford anything like this."

        "Well most of them are gifts,"  Jennifer commented
off-handily as she poured each of them a glass of champagne.

        "Oh,"  the younger brunette simply said, wondering what her
hostess had to do to get so many expensive gifts.

        As she lifted both glasses and handled one to her, Jennifer
caught the look that flashed across Bailey's face.  It didn't take a
mind reader to know the thought behind that expression.

        "It's not what you're thinking,"  Jennifer said as Bailey took
one of the drinks.

        "I wasn't really thinking anything,"  Bailey lied, not wanting
to offend her friend.

        "Oh yes you were,"  the blonde smiled, "and it's a conclusion
that most people might come to.  But I can assure you that every
gift that you might find in this apartment was just that.  A gift
and not payment for anything."

        "Of course,"  the taller woman said unconvincingly, trying to
hide behind the glass of champagne as she took a taste.

        "Bailey,"  Jennifer said more forcefully,  "the men that I
spent time with get just that - my time.  They like to be seen with
a young, beautiful woman on their arms and I like the places they
take me.  They only share my company, not my bed."

        This time Bailey believed her.

        "Besides,"  Jennifer grinned as she also took a taste of the
champagne,  "even if they wanted to, I doubt many of them could
rise to the occasion.  So far, medical science hasn't come up with a
magic pill to make that happen."

        "Maybe one day they will,"  Bailey smiled in return,  "Then
where will you be?"

        "Maybe here with someone I really care about,"  Jennifer
said, her voice taking on a much more sensitive quality as she
moved even closer to Bailey.

        "This is really great champagne,"  Bailey said.  "I feel like we
should be toasting something."

        "Then why don't you."

        "Okay,"  she replied as she took a moment to think about
what would be appropriate.  "How about, to old friends."

        "...and new relationships,"  Jennifer added as she moved
close enough to interlock their arms as they drank the toast.

        "Wow, that really has a kick to it,"  Bailey said after she had
drained half the glass.

        "I know what also has quite a kick to it,"  the buxom
receptionist said as she took the glass from Bailey's hand and set
both of them down on a nearby table.

        Taking Bailey into her arms, Jennifer kissed her
passionately.  Bailey returned the embrace with equal desire, their
tongues intertwining and reaching back and forth between each
other's mouth.  Hands again explored the soft bodies pressed tight
against each other.  This time, undoing the clothing that had
previously bared their way.

        Jennifer's clothing was designed to come easily undone, and
Bailey had no trouble undoing the clasp and zipper that held it taut
against her body.  The older woman took a half step back and slid
her red dress down, first off her shoulders, then below her waist,
finally to the floor.

        "Wow!"  Bailey exclaimed as she took in the sight of
Jennifer in all of her glory.

        The dress the receptionist had been wearing had a built in
bra, so the busty blonde was now clad in only the tiniest of panties.
And even those were so translucent as to be almost invisible.  The
semi-nude photographs that Bailey had glimpsed the year before
hardly did the woman before her justice.  If she were a man, the
twenty-four year old thought, she'd have a raging hard-on right
now.  As it was, she could feel a deep wetness between her thighs.

        "I take it you're not disappointed,"  Jennifer smiled.

        "I'd have to be straighter than the Sisters at Saint
Bernadette's to be anything but overwhelmed,"  Bailey replied as
she remembered the teachers at the grammar school she had
attended back home.

        "Well, I've never taken it for granted that all Nuns are
necessarily straight,"  Jennifer laughed,  "or even celibate for that
matter."

        "I guess that's occurred to me too,"  Bailey laughed back as
she remembered some of the conjecture about a few of the
Sisters between her and a few of her classmates back then.

        "What say we make you a little more comfortable too,"
Jennifer said as she brought Bailey back to the here and now,
closing the distance between them and opening the top three
buttons of her blouse.

        "No, let me,"  Bailey said as she brought her own hands up
and undid the fourth button.

        Eager to watch the younger brunette, Jennifer took a few
steps back and motioned for her to proceed.  Bailey stood there
for a few seconds, then continued her fingers downward journey.

        The plain white shirt came quickly undone and then slid off,
giving Jennifer a full view of the light blue bra that she had earlier
glimpsed beneath it.  Smiling profusely, Bailey worked the small
plastic clasp between the two cups, sliding it apart and open.
Dropping the bargain basement lingerie to the floor, the brunette
played with both of her breasts, squeezing the bright pink nipples
between her fingers.  When she moved her hands away, it was
obvious to anyone with eyes that the dark haired girl's mounds
where even more perfect than Jennifer's.

        "Now it's my turn to say, Wow,"  Jennifer said, her face
beaming.  "You are beautiful."

        "No I'm not,"  Bailey insisted.

        "You can't really believe that,"  Jennifer said as she took a
few steps forward to bring her within inches of Bailey.  "I've
known how beautiful you are since the day you walked into the
station.  It's taken all my self-control not to do anything about it
until now."

        Bailey blushed, hearing the words that she had so wanted to
hear from someone for so long.  Words that sounded even more
thrilling coming from someone as special as Jennifer.

        Backing up her words, Jennifer reached up and brought
Bailey's face closer to hers, their lips meeting softly but firmly.
Mouths interlocked, with tongues pressing out to caress their twin.
The passion of their kiss could be felt in every inch of Bailey's
body, making her wish it could last forever.

        They held each other tightly in their arms, kissing each
other again and again as their hands ran up and down each other's
back.  Jennifer brought her hands even lower the second time,
slipping them into Bailey's panties to grab the cheeks of her ass.

        "Oooooo,"  Bailey moaned into Jennifer's mouth as she felt
the blonde's soft fingers caress her flesh, working their way
between her ass cheeks to brush up against her damp, dark mound.

        Jennifer continued her gentle massage, shifting her hands
back out to the elastic band, stretching it out just enough to slip
Bailey's panties all the way off.  Before the blue briefs could even
drop around the brunette's ankles, Jennifer's fingers were back
between her legs, slipping past the bushy barrier and working their
way inside her.

        "Aaaahhhhh,"  Bailey moaned even louder as she felt two
fingers reach inside of her, brushing against her clit to send a
resounding surge of joy deep within.

        Their bodies tight against each other, the nipples of their
breasts pressed together, Jennifer furiously fucked her co-worker
with one hand.  A third finger soon followed, then eventually a
fourth.  And with each came even greater waves of delight.

        "You like this, don't you?"  Jennifer asked as she kissed
Bailey softly, running her tongue across her lips.

        "Oh God yes,"  Bailey panted as another erotic surge ripped
across her body.  "It's been so long since I've felt anything but my
own hand there."

        "Then just relax and go with it, baby,"  Jennifer said as she
pressed deep once more,  "cause if I have anything to say about it,
you're never going to be forced to take care of yourself again."

        Bailey opened her mouth to respond, but no words were
possible.  Her knees felt weak beneath her as the sonata Jennifer
was playing reached its zenith.  A concerto that struck just the
right cords to bring the young brunette to the height of desire.  A
desire that blossomed into a passionate flower a dozen short
breaths later.

        "That's it baby,"  Jennifer cooed as she felt Bailey's sugar
walls contract around her fingers, her body quaking with the
intensity of her orgasm.

        "Oh it's been so long,"  Bailey repeated as the last vestiges
of her climax faded.

        'Well the next time certainly won't be as long,"  the shorter
blonde promised.  "Why don't we take this to the bedroom."

        Bailey readily agreed, allowing Jennifer to lead the way.  The
receptionist paused only long enough for her to pick up her wine
flute and the bottle of champagne.  Following her example, Bailey
picked up her own glass before following.

                                -=-=-=-

        The two women stretched across the wide, oval shaped bed
as Jennifer refilled their glasses.  They drank another long toast,
prompting Bailey to remark that between the champagne and what
had just happened, she was feeling a little light-headed.

        "But it's a nice kind of light-headed,"  she quickly added,
flashing her best smile back at Jennifer.

        "Then you should have some more,"  the blonde suggested,
reaching to the side table and picking up the bottle again.

        Bailey held out her now empty glass, surprised when
Jennifer made no attempt to refill it.  Instead, the older woman
gave her a mischievous look and then poured the last of the bottle
over both her breasts, letting it flow down the length of her
beautiful body.

        "Mmmmm,"  Bailey sighed as she put down her glass and
crawled across the bed toward Jennifer, "talk about improving a
fine wine."

        Jennifer also sighed as Bailey softly kissed her right breast,
starting at the outer edge and working her way inward.  She ran
her tongue across the wet flesh, drinking deep of the heady wine.
Reaching the wide pink areola, the brunette swirled the tip of her
tongue around its perimeter, rubbing against the hard center
before closing her lips around it.

        Jennifer leaned her head further back as she savored the
warmth of Bailey's mouth at her breast.  Each tender lick, coupled
with alternating tiny bites, sent pleasing ripples racing across her
chest.

        It had been a number of years since Bailey had last tasted
the softness of another woman's breast, but the minute she took
hold of Jennifer, those wondrous memories came flooding back.
Her own nipples tingled in anticipation of Jennifer's touch, but at
the same time, Bailey was in no rush to turn over the initiative.

        Cupping the underside of Jennifer's mound in the palm of
her hand. Bailey massaged the velvety skin with her fingers as her
mouth continued to massage the center with lips and tongue.  The
light-headed feeling she had felt a few minutes before gave way to
an even more euphoric state, one much more heated.

        Following the trail of champagne, Bailey worked her way
across the deep valley between Jennifer's mounds, marking her
passage to her other nipple with the wetness of her tongue.  The
mixture of vintage wine and the older woman's essence combined
to create an intoxicating ambrosia.

        Enjoying all the attention being lavished on her body,
Jennifer was greatly pleased at the turn of events.  Originally, she
thought she would have to be the aggressor once she had lured
Bailey to her bed.  That her first offering had ignited dormant
fires in the younger woman was a bonus to be prized.

        After moving back and forth between Jennifer's twin
globes, Bailey shifted her attention to the blonde's stomach,
licking up the droplets of champagne that had spread down across
it.  She paused to tickle the belly button with her tongue, pausing
only a few seconds before arriving at the most valuable prize of all.

        The sheer strip of material covering that treasure was now
so totally soaked that it outlined the area beneath it like a second
skin.  Bailey drank deep of the sweet nectar emanating from it,
adding it to the mix of intoxicants that fueled her desire.  Even
before she pushed the decorative cloth first aside, then off,
Bailey noticed that beneath it was a totally bare mound.

        The fires within left Bailey no time to truly appreciation the
beauty of Jennifer's flower.  That would have to come later after
they had cooled.  Without pause, the brunette's head disappeared
between Jennifer's outstretched legs as, first her finger, then
her tongue, disappeared inside the smooth, wet mound.

        "Mmmmmm,"  Bailey moaned as the honeyed dew of the
other woman's sex filled her mouth.  A moan matched by Jennifer
as a darting tongue made contact with her most private spot.

        Jennifer cried out a second time as Bailey added another
finger, sliding them in and out of her, rubbing her thumb against
her hardened clit.  Alternately, she would probe deep with her
tongue, savoring the delicious mix of wine and natural juices.

        A third cry was cut off with a shortened gasp as Bailey,
recalling long unused skills that she had spent many a night in
college perfecting, sent a surge of delight racing across Jennifer's
body like an electrical shock.  Angry with herself for ever having
given this up, the young brunette wasted no effort in making up for
lost time.

        It had been her fear that she would be labeled a 'dyke' and
shunned in the business world that had led to that decision.  Now,
filled with the knowledge that there were so many women like her
out there, Bailey promised herself she would never deny herself
again.

        Bailey continued to lick hard and deep as Jennifer's body
moved in response to each penetrating stroke.  The unexpected
forces buffeting her body cried out for release.  A release she
craved above all else.

        Letting that hunger take control, Jennifer grabbed the back
of Bailey's head and pushed it hard against her saturated sex,
crying out for her to go harder and faster.  She was so close to
nirvana as to feel the vanguard of its warm, enveloping embrace.

        Bailey responded with a last supreme effort that caused
Jennifer to shake uncontrollably.  The ethereal dam that had held
her jubilation in check began to crumble and then shattered into a
thousand tiny bursts of joy.

        Jennifer's wordless scream was deafening, blotting out all
sight and sound.  Time stood still as an all-encompassing bliss
washed over her.

        A bliss that reluctantly faded with one last inarticulate cry
as Jennifer collapsed quivering across the bed, trying to catch her
breath.  An icy sweat covered her, the result of all the heat having
been drained out of her in that staggering orgasm.

        "And to think,"  Jennifer said as she finally regained control
of her body,  "I was actually worried that you might have some
reluctance about all of this."

        Bailey smiled back with a look of deep satisfaction as she
nestled up against Jennifer's body, burying her head between her
breasts.  If they spent the rest of the night just like this, it would
be just fine with her.

                                -=-=-=-

        Jennifer, however, had other plans.  Despite having just
enjoyed the best climax she'd had in months, the pyres of lust
smoldering deep within her refused to go out.  Not when she had
yet to sample Bailey's charms for herself.

        As they continued to lay in each other's arms, sharing short
tender kisses and long lingering touches, Jennifer slowly worked
one of her hands down the length of Bailey's body.  It worked its
way again between the brunette's legs, her fingers caressing the
hair-covered mound within.

        "Mmmmm,"  Bailey purred as pleasing billows began to
radiate from her center once more.

        Jennifer took her time, gradually increasing both the
frequency and strength of her touch.  It didn't take long, however,
to stoke the dampened embers in the younger woman back to fiery
life.

        Slipping out of Bailey's embrace, Jennifer gently shifted her
body so that it was now alongside her.  The skillful hand between
the brunette's thighs continued to work its particular magic, even
as Jennifer focused the rest if her attention on Bailey's rounded
mounds.

        Nipples much darker than her own, but no less inviting,
greeted the receptionist as she kissed first one, then the other.
Jennifer's tongue proved just as agile as her fingers as she ran it
back and forth across the most sensitive flesh.

        Bailey moaned softly, the body responding quickly to the
twin attentions.  Jennifer reacted to her verbal encouragement by
addition a second finger to the one already pressed deed within
her, and by kissing, licking and sucking at her breasts with a more
fevered enthusiasm.

        Bailey reacted to the increased pleasures with her whole
body, shifting on the bed to both to give Jennifer greater access
and to add her own movement to the mix.  Pressing forward against
Jennifer's hand, she made room once more for a third and fourth
digit.

        Adding more fingers and repeating her earlier performance
was not what Jennifer had in mind.  Even as she continued to
thrust four fingers deep inside Bailey's sex, the blonde shifted the
rest of her body, abandoning the delectable bounty of Bailey's
breasts to move on to an even more delightful feast.

        "Oh God, Jennifer!"  Bailey cried out excitedly as her lover's
tongue made contact with her clit, transferring all the desires of
one body into the other.

        Once she started, Jennifer had no thought of stopping or
even slowing down until she had brought Bailey to the mountaintop.
Her single-minded determination in that regard was but one of the
things she had Lillian Carlson to thank for.  The station owner had
hardly been the first woman to take Jennifer to bed, but she had
the distinction of having been the first to teach her how incredible
an orgasm could be.  Before that, what passed in her life for a
sexual climax could now be considered no more than summer
showers as compared to a  raging thunderstorm.  Pleasing, but
hardly soul-shattering.

        Her tongue deep in the warm, tight opening, Jennifer drew
deep of the powerful scent of Bailey's arousal.  Remembering how
often she had dreamed of being in just this position, she wanted to
remember every nuance.  It was a memory she knew she would
cherish forever, no matter what the morrow brought.  First times,
she believed, were always the best.

        Bailey came to pretty much the same conclusion and was
content, at least this time, to just lie there and enjoy the wonders
that Jennifer was producing in her body.  The erotic currents that
crisscrossed her trembling form were a gift from heaven, and the
woman between her legs her own personal angel.

        Every gentle caress, every fiery stroke, was more intense
than the last.  The flames deep in their hearts roared with
increasing passion, racing down the path to an incendiary
detonation.

        Almost as an afterthought, Jennifer had slipped her other
hand down to her own bare mound, following a well trodden road to
quickly match the level of intensity she had brought Bailey.  The
motion of her fingers inside her own body was almost automatic,
drawing no attention away from that of her main effort.  It was
only a matter of time, a short time at that, before both labors
blended into one.

        Both women had, long minutes before, lost any rational
thought, having had it replaced with primal desire.  A desire that
found satisfaction as twin orgasms exploded almost simultaneously,
with one triggering the other.

        This time, Jennifer's climax was far from silent, even if the
press of Bailey's sex against her mouth, which even she refused to
abandon, muffled her resounding cries.  Bailey more than made up
for it, screaming Jennifer's name at the top of her lungs as her
body buckled wildly on the bed, the force of her climax lifting her
right off the sheets.

        It took a while for them to regain their composure.  When
they did, Jennifer lifted herself from between Bailey's legs and,
climbing on all fours, moved her body up over the woman beneath
her.  Their lips met in a kiss, one in which they could taste the mix
of both their orgasms.  A kiss that was both end and beginning, for
their world had indeed forever changed.

        Over the next two days, the two women set new personal
records for continuous orgasms.  A record that might as well have
been written in the shifting sands for the number of times it was
broken.  It was only with reluctance that Bailey finally had to leave
early Monday morning, if only to get a change of clothes to wear to
the office.  Up until that point, having anything to wear hadn't
been much of a concern.

                                -=-=-=-

        Having waited until the last possible moment to leave
Jennifer's apartment,  Bailey was at least a half hour late in
showing up at the radio station.  As she walked into the lobby,
little seemed to have changed since Friday afternoon.  Herb was
already starting the week with yet another attempt to proposition
Jennifer.

        Jennifer looked up from the letter she had been reading as
she ignored Herb, her eyes giving off a radiant sparkle as she saw
the lovely woman who had only left her bed a few hours before.  In
the reflection of those eyes, Bailey saw the embodiment of all of
her dreams and realized that she had been wrong a moment ago.
Things had indeed changed.

        Herb finally realized that the receptionist was ignoring him
and stopped talking.  Jennifer was looking at Bailey, and vice versa,
but not a word was being said.  He found the silent communication
between the two women confusing, but then again, there was much
about women that he found confusing.

        "Bailey,"  Andy Travis called out as he stepped into the lobby
from the bullpen,  "it's about time you showed up.  Where are
those reports I left for you to work on Friday?  I expected to find
them on my desk when I came in this morning."

        Still never taking her eyes off Jennifer, Bailey simply said
that they weren't done yet.  When Andy inquired further, she
simply added that something more important came up.

        "What could be more important?"  Andy asked, his voice
carrying a touch of annoyance that she wasn't even addressing him
directly.

        Bailey finally turned and looked at her boss, and in a flash of
images, saw all of the dreams that were important to her.  At least
all of the dreams that had been important before this weekend.
Turning back to the receptionist's desk, she saw the dreams of the
future.  It didn't take more than a moment's breath for her to
decide which really mattered.

        Neither man caught the almost imperceptible nod of
Jennifer's head as she smiled even more broadly.  Bailey responded
by stepping around the long desk and, in one fluid motion, leaned in
and kissed Jennifer on the lips.

        A kiss just long enough for anyone to know that it was
mutual, and intimate enough to show it was between far more than
just friends.  Andy was totally speechless, his reports instantly
forgotten.  And Herb... Herb also had nothing to say.

        The Sales Manager had fainted, and was spread out on the
carpeted floor.  It was doubtful that he'd be bothering Jennifer
ever again.

END

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