Kristie had always liked lesbians. There was something about them that intrigued her no matter what her sexual preference. She always had friends who were “out” to her even if no one else knew. And she always considered herself at least partially capable of going that way. She figured she was about three percent lesbian… considering how many men she had been with… that is.
When she found out it was going to be Women’s Weekend, she was thrilled! As the manager of a venue, she tried to think of a diverse line up of entertainment for them.
She was having fun thinking about it.
- Belly Dancer with Snake on Thursday night
- Popular female A Cappella group on Friday night
- Retro Dance Party with DJ on Saturday night
- Singer/Song Writer on Sunday night
It was a great weekend! The belly dancer was very sexy and the snake was a gorgeous yellow boa constrictor. She writhed and undulated as she French kissed the snake. Copper Wimmin’, the outstanding female a cappella group, was beautifully mesmerizing…. Irina Rivkin, waif-like beat boxer poet was very cool…. But the Retro Dance Party was off the hook. It was like the whole cast of the Real L Word had just dropped in.
Her husband, Jack, was tending bar that night and he was beside himself with glee. He was prancing around doing pirouettes to please the ladies. It was hilarious to watch from Kristie’s point of view. One gal had a wet shirt, he noticed astutely while staring at her nipples. He could she was cold so he asked her, “Can I throw that in the dryer for you?” He got her a clean table cloth to wrap around her shoulders to keep warm. How very thoughtful.
He then proceeded to wait on their table – five of them, leggy and cute. He got them extra this and some of that. Then it got busy. The ladies finished their meals and got ready to dance. Another group came in and began dancing freely in every available corner. They were rubbing and humping on each other as they made dramatic gestures with their hands, began deep kissing and feeling each other up. The bartender was about to have apoplexy. Now the place was jumpin’ packed!
One particular couple was busy doing the pony on each others’ thighs while deep tongue kissing and tweeking each others’ nipples. Kristie was sitting in the far corner keeping an eye on things and enjoying the show. Jack looked over at her and whispered in a stage voice, “They’re doing that for me!”
She laughed and thought about the dampness in her panties,
“No, they’re not! They’re doing it for me!” she retorted.
“Yup, at least Three Percent!” Jack said as he dried a glass.
(First published 9/28/11)
