Chapter 3

Mia winked. “I do. I’ve been watching the news, and the main criticism your campaign is facing is that you’re too stiff. That you’re out of touch, and in many ways, you’re an elitist. Especially the way you’ve been handling the press lately, where you only talk policy and avoid any discussion of your personal life. I think that’s the wrong approach. People want to know about who you are as a woman. Your personal views. Things like that.”

Katherine gave a slow nod. “That’s one of my biggest weaknesses apparently, although obviously I disagree. Politics should be about policy, not personality, but personality is the key to winning these days.”

“So what did you have in mind?”

“Come to my club tonight. Learn the experiences of the women who come there to relax. Learn their stories. Then when you speak to the press, you’ll be able to articulate why you’re a woman of the people.”

Katherine raised an eyebrow. “That actually sounds better than anything Richard has ever said to me.”

“I live in the real world. Not some political bubble. No offense to Richard though, he’s a nice guy, but he’s been doing politics for too long.”

“True. Will this be photographed like last time?”

“Not for this,” Mia said. “It’ll be strictly private. No one in the club will know you’re there. We’ll sit in a nice dark spot and I’ll show you a different side to city women that you didn’t know existed.”

Mia thought for a moment. “I’ll pick you up at 10 tonight. Wear something nice. Remember, it’s a classy nightclub, not a political event. Then we’ll slip in the backdoor of the club. More privacy that way.”

As Mia drove away from the mayor’s home, there was a deep itch between her legs, which she couldn’t scratch while driving. The meeting had left her feeling aroused. These kinds of Red Lipstick jobs always left her feeling aroused, but this was different. It was a new challenge with a strong prominent woman.

Plus, there was an undeniable chemistry with Katherine, which they both knew was there.

When she arrived to the city, Mia went about her normal day. She ran errands and tended to her business ventures. So far, the press hadn’t been able to identify her yet. Partly due to the paparazzi photographer only releasing images of Mia with her head turned, which she requested.

All the while, she wondered where things would go that night. She genuinely wanted to help the mayor, even beyond the scope of her job, but how far was the mayor willing to go?

That was the question.

When night came, Mia wore her usual outfit for the occasion. Her hair was down, she wore a sleek dress, light makeup, high heels, and the same bold red lipstick, which she knew Katherine couldn’t get enough of.

She topped it off with new perfume she had bought last week, which had a nice fragrance she had never smelled before.

She went to pick up the mayor, wondering what kind of outfit she would be wearing. When she went to the door, she saw Katherine wearing khaki pants, open toe shoes, and a buttoned short sleeve shirt. The mayor also wore a little more makeup than usual, and she had fixed her hair nicely. Not quite a club look, but close enough for someone like Katherine.

They made small talk and complemented each other’s appearance. Mia could tell that Katherine was slightly nervous. Maybe Katherine hadn’t been to a club in a while, she thought. Or maybe Katherine was terrified of being noticed there, which seemed more likely.

The ride to the city was mostly silent. The view was beautiful and there was no need to interrupt that with talking. There’d be plenty of time to talk later.

Mia noticed that Katherine had become a little tense when they had parked behind the club.

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Mia said after parking. “Everyone here is totally discreet. You’ll see why in a moment.”

As they entered the club through the back, it was clear why discretion was something the club goers practiced. Everyone in the place seemed to be women. From college coeds, to mature business women, to women who look like ordinary soccer moms. Of course they would be discreet about being here. None of them would want anyone knowing that they were in a lesbian club.

Everyone was respectful of each other. There were casual conversations and light flirting. The ambiance was dark with purple lights. The music was casual electronic stuff that young people listen to.

Mia gestured to the backroom. “We’ll talk in here. I’ve got something to show you.”

Both women went behind the curtain and towards a backroom, which was even darker. There were tables all around where women sat, had their conversations, and flirted.

They sat down at a private table which had been reserved for them.

“Anything to drink?” Mia asked.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having. I’m not much of a drinker.”

“Well, I don’t drink at all. All I have is juice.”

Katherine gave an approving look. “That sounds fine.”

The drinks were ordered and the women looked at each other as they sat in the backroom of the club. The drinks came soon enough and they started with their conversation.

Mia then gestured to around the room. “You see that Asian woman in the corner, talking to the coed? She’s a nurse. Her family immigrated here from Burma decades ago, and there’s no way her parents would ever approve of her lifestyle. But here she is, freely able to be herself.”

“We don’t really use labels around here. It’s not always that simple, but let’s just say she prefers women.”

Katherine nodded. “I understand.”

“You see that black woman over there?” Mia gestured to the side of the room. “She’s a high school teacher. She’s taught for over 20 years. She keeps her lifestyle a secret because she’s afraid she might be alienated at her job. Teaching is her passion and she doesn’t want that taken away from her. So she comes here. This is a place in the city where she won’t be judged.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“Over there, by the entrance, do you see that blond in the white dress? She’s an engineering student, one of the few women in her class. Her father is a prominent religious figure and she’d be disowned if her family knew her preference.”

Mia nodded. “So you see, these are all strong capable women who contribute to society, and if you want my opinion, these are the things you need to talk about if you want to win an election. I’m not a political expert, but that’s my view of things.”

“I think you’re an amazing woman. I’ve always thought so. Thank you for taking me here.”

“No problem. It’s worth taking you here just to see your expressions.”

Katherine laughed, “Am I that out of place?”

“Like a sore thumb.”

“Yeah, well, it took me a few moments to realize that we’re actually in a lesbian club. Once it sunk in, I just went with it. Or at least I’m trying to.”

“Ever been to a club before?”

“Not since college,” Katherine replied, halfway shaking her head, “and certainly not a place like this. It’s gorgeous.”

“Gorgeous women too. Especially the one sitting across the table from me.”

Katherine blushed, “You don’t have to say things like that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

“Speaking of which, there’s something I’ve wanted clarity on. I’ve been looking at your business card for High Heels, Red Lipstick, and I’ve found nothing. There’s no trace of that anywhere online.”

“Like I said, it’s a highly exclusive group which serves to promote women in a positive way.”

“So that explains all this?” Katherine asked. “Why you’re so nice to me.”

“Yes and no. Yes because it’s my job to assist you in any way possible. No, because I’m not pretending. I’m not pretending to like you. I wasn’t paid to kiss you on the lips. I did it because I sincerely think you’re a great person, believe it or not.”

Mia nodded. “Also because you are very beautiful. I like women like you, mature, strong, and independent. I also prefer girl virgins.”

“A woman who’s never been with another woman.”

“How do you know that I’ve never been with another woman before?”

“I just know,” Mia confidently stated. “It’s my job to know these things. With my experience, I can just tell. Plus the way you reacted when we kissed. All the signs were there.”

“How did you feel when we kissed?”

“It made me wet,” Mia honestly replied. “Obscenely wet.”

Katherine felt her pussy twitch. She wanted to say, ‘Me too, oh by the way, I masturbated thinking about you last night,’ but somehow that didn’t seem very appropriate.

They paused and looked at each other, almost in a flirtatious way.

“So what happens now?” Katherine asked.

“That all depends,” Mia replied. “How comfortable are you with girl on girl action?”

The question caught Katherine totally off guard.

“You see, this is a classy place, but it’s getting late. Late nights tend to get a little lively around here.”

Mia gestured to the corner of the room, then Katherine turned to look.

The brown skinned asian woman from Burma, whom they had discussed a few minutes ago, was now underneath the table, performing oral sex on the woman she was with.

The black high school teacher was now kissing her female date passionately on the lips, in a heavy makeout session.

The engineering student had her legs spread while her female companion was underneath the table eating her pussy.

“Oh my god,” Katherine gasped softly to herself as the private club area had become a place of lesbian sexual worship.

“Do you want to stay? Or should we leave? Your call.”

They looked at each other.

“We’re already here,” Katherine said. “What’s the harm in a few more minutes?”

“You know, I’ve always thought politicians were supposed to be great at hiding their true feelings, but you, you’re easy to read. At least in my opinion.”

This made Katherine curious and amused. “Oh? What exactly can you tell about me?”

“You’ve been eyeing me since the moment we first met. My legs, my heels, my face, and my lips. You’ve been doing the same thing all night.”

“I’m not going to deny that you’re a beautiful woman. Anyone can see that.”

Mia raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to kiss me again?”

“I’m not a lesbian,” Katherine blurted out, her body suddenly tensing.

“No one is saying you are. You don’t have to be. It was only a question.”

“Forgive me, I don’t normally get asked questions like that by women like you.”

“How about we start slow then?” Mia offered. “Since you always enjoy looking me over, why not start with my heel?”

Katherine gave a purposefully passive shrug. “Sure.”

As the club goers in the room descended further into sexual exploration, Mia lifted one of her legs underneath the table, and gently placed it on Katherine’s lap. Mia had long flexible legs, and the pose was no problem. The women looked each other in the eyes as Mia rested her foot on Katherine’s lap.

For her part, Katherine used both hands to rub Mia’s foot through the laces of the high heeled shoe. She rubbed up and down Mia’s leg, ankle, foot, and toes.

Mia smiled, “I like the fact that a future US Senator is giving me a foot rub.”

“There’s no guarantee I’ll win.”

The mayor continued rubbing Mia’s foot through the laces of the high heel, as they continued looking each other in the eyes.

“If you do what I say, you’ll win. Focus on the stories of people. Know their struggles. Learn to relax a little. People like that sort of thing. If a reporter asks why you’ve kissed a woman, your response should be ‘hell yeah I kissed a girl.’ The reactions should be priceless.”

Katherine laughed, “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one who’s standing under the spotlight.”

When Mia pulled her foot back and rested her heel on the floor, Katherine thought she had said something wrong, but that wasn’t the case.

“Kiss me again,” Mia nearly demanded.

She leaned forward and puckered her lips, looking the politician in the eyes. Then Katherine followed the lead, guiding her own lips towards the red lipsticked beauty.

They kissed each other on the lips. It wasn’t some quick thing like that photo-op at the cafe. This was a real kiss. A real girl/girl kiss in a lesbian club in the city. The kind that Katherine never would have expected to ever do.

It became more intense as Mia slipped her tongue in Katherine’s mouth and they swapped saliva. The intensity went to the next level when Mia wrapped her hands around Katherine’s hair to tighten the kiss.

The kiss ended when Mia pulled back, giving Katherine a look which said, ‘I bet you enjoyed that, didn’t you?’

Mia then gestured to the room. “Have a look around.”

The room had descended to further debauchery. Shirts were open. Breasts were exposed. Women were on their knees with their faces up other women’s’ skirts. It was like a porn scene, except instead of plastic surgery filled porn stars, these were everyday women. Real women with honest desires of lust and passion.

“Do you think anyone is going to recognize me?” Katherine asked, naturally afraid that this would spread to the tabloids.

“I doubt it. When you’re getting your pussy eaten by a pro, the last thing you want to think about is politics. I mean, who wants to scan the room for Senate candidates when an earth-shattering orgasm is on its way?”

Katherine laughed, which then turned into a serious expression. “I have a confession to make.”

“I’d love to hear it.”

“Last night, I masturbated.”

“So did I,” Mia smiled.

“I thought about you.”

Mia’s eyebrows raised. “What were we doing in this fantasy of yours?”

“Exchanging oral favors, if you can call it that.”

“We ate each other’s pussies. Sounds like a good time.”

Katherine tensed. “Basically.”

“I have my own fantasy.”

Mia licked her lower lip. “Me pushing you against the wall of this club. Then down to your knees. Shoving your face under my dress. Having you suck me dry. Lovingly, of course.”

God, the thought made Katherine’s pussy twitch.

“My heart is racing,” Katherine admitted.

Mia smiled graciously, stood and extended her hand. Katherine took the hand and stood up from their table.

“Where are we going?” Katherine asked.

It wasn’t far at all. As that portion of the club was consumed with oral sex, Mia led Katherine to the wall of the room, and she pushed Katherine against her back.

Oh god, it was happening.

Mia used her superior physical strength to push Katherine’s shoulders downwards, so that she fell to her knees. All those hours in the gym weren’t for nothing.