Chapter 3

When it finally happened, it was an underwhelming experience. She didn’t have an orgasm (not even close). It wasn’t like anything she had seen in the movies. What she got was something that was plain awkward.

The thing she remembered most was the waiting. The tension. The excitement. The fear. The nervousness.

The next day. Melinda felt the same nerves as the week she lost her virginity. While she sat in work meetings, the letter was still on her mind.

Carmen was a woman of many surprises. There was no denying that. Whatever was planned, it must have been good. It must have been exciting. And the thought made Melinda smile.

That night. It was a few minutes before 8 pm when Carmen arrived to the hotel. She looked ravishing in the small black dress she had bought days earlier. High heels on her feet. Red lipstick across her lips. Her hair was neatly styled.

Melinda was nearly breathless looking at the latina bombshell at her door.

“Well, can I come in?” Carmen asked, amused by Melinda’s speechlessness.

Carmen entered the hotel room carrying a small shopping bag, which she placed on the bed and began to rummage through.

“What’s that?” Melinda inquired.

“Part of your wardrobe for tonight. We’ll also need your new dress.”

The experience reminded Melinda of her youth. Particularly growing up with sisters, playing dress up, and playing with make-up.

Clothes and fashion used to be her sisters’ favorite hobby (and in many ways, it still is). They used to try on their mother’s adult clothes, and wear her make-up. The sisters used to be obsessed with fashion magazines and the latest trends.

It was all so fun. Like a grown up fantasy.

But this was different. This was real life. Melinda wore a sexy black dress. Tight fitted. Sultry.

She didn’t look nearly as sexy as Carmen did. Not even close. But it was the effort that counted.

Afterwards, they turned to the mirror, where Carmen applied make-up to Melinda’s bare face. They started with the eyes, then the checks, then the lips. The lips were the most important part. Carmen applied her trademark bold red lipstick to Melinda’s lips.

“This color has a very important significance,” Carmen explained, putting the final touches. “You’ll see, when the time comes. You won’t be disappointed.”

When everything was done, Melinda could hardly recognize herself. Gone was the prudish looking businesswoman. Gone was the bland appearance.

It was the new & improved Melinda. Ready to take on the city and show how confident she could be. At least for that night in Miami. For that night, she was willing to let go.

They drove through downtown Miami with the top down on Carmen’s sports car. It was a lively night. Everything felt so alive.

Melinda didn’t feel so out-of-place anymore. This time, she was dressed for the part. Her sleek black dress and heels finally made her look appropriate. But she still didn’t feel 100% right. That style wasn’t her thing. It didn’t make her comfortable. But she gave it a try. Why not? She wanted to give Carmen’s plan a chance. There weren’t anymore excuses.

It wasn’t long before they arrived to their destination. Melinda never asked where they were going. She knew she wouldn’t have gotten an answer. If Carmen wanted to say, she would have said something.

Their destination was a night club. Outside, there was a red neon light, which was in the shape of a woman’s lips. There was another neon light, purple color, which was in the shape of a women’s high heels.

As they drove into the parking lot, Melinda saw a small group of women socializing outside. They dressed sexy. Different races and ages.

When the car was parked, Melinda realized that she had never been to a night club before. Normally, that fact would have made her proud. But on that night, it made her feel slightly embarrassed.

She confessed her lack of experience to Carmen as they got out of the car.

“Even better,” Carmen smiled, while they stood in the parking lot. “I love first-timers. Especially ones that are slightly nervous, slightly curious. It makes for the perfect experience.”

“What makes you think I’m nervous, or curious?”

“Your demeanor. I’m an expert on this. Don’t forget.”

Melinda gave a half shrug. “I know you are.”

“You’re a smart woman. You know exactly what’s going to happen tonight.”

Of course Melinda knew, but she feigned ignorance because she was too embarrassed to admit it.

“My first club experience.”

“Your first lesbian experience,” Carmen corrected.

Melinda suddenly felt a lump in her throat, and she cleared it.

“I’m not a lesbian.”

“You don’t have to be,” Carmen replied. “I’m not a big fan of labels. I expect you to be open minded. That’s all. Have you ever played sports before?”

“Soccer in high school.”

“Think of me as your soccer coach tonight. Except we won’t be kicking a ball around. We’ll be doing plenty of sweating though. Just follow my instructions and you’ll be fine.”

Melinda slowly nodded. “Okay.”

“Do you think you can handle this?”

“If you want to stop, let me know. We’ll stop. No one is forcing you, okay?”

Melinda nodded. “Okay.”

“Now, stand up straight, keep your tits forward and proud, and follow me.”

They walked towards the club entrance together. Melinda tried her very best not to look awkward. She walked clumsily. She wasn’t used to such high heels. And she wasn’t used to wearing such a tight revealing dress. And she wasn’t used to the excessive make-up on her face.

She looked over to Carmen and admired the unbelievable confidence which she possessed. Carmen looked like a woman who could handle anything.

They reached the entrance and Carmen gave the special password for the night which allowed them to enter.

The club wasn’t what Melinda expected. Not exactly.

It wasn’t a place for people to get wild and get drunk (as she had expected). No. The club had a classy & sophisticated feel to it. Sure, there was dance music and people dancing brazenly. There were also drinks being served. But there was an elegance to the place.

The lights were dim with different shades of colors. The ambiance was sultry. Nothing was cheap inside the club. No expense was spared. It looked like a club owner’s dream.

Not surprisingly, all of the guests were women.

The people dancing, sitting by the bar, and in the lounge areas, were all women. Women of different age ranges and ethnic backgrounds. It was a diverse group of ladies.

“Like what you see?” Carmen asked.

“It’s an interesting place.”

“Let’s have a seat for a moment. We could use some drinks to relax.”

They sat by the wall and ordered some drinks. It helped Melinda relax, while Carmen was already relaxed by the adult atmosphere. For a few moments, they simply enjoyed the setting and their drinks. Melinda’s eyes were transfixed by what she was seeing around her.

“I was also nervous the first time I came to this place,” Carmen said.

“That’s hard to believe. You’re so relaxed and at ease.”

“I know. But that’s now. Before, I was awkward and intimidated, just like you.”

Melinda nodded, appreciating that Carmen was so understanding.

“Well, everyone has to start somewhere I suppose.”

“I was 21 the first time I was invited here.”

“Who brought you?” Melinda asked.

“A lover. I used to be a fitness instructor at a gym. I did personal training sessions for an older woman. I still play with her sometimes. She’s a newscaster.”

Melinda raised an eyebrow. “Really? Is she still on air?”

“Watch the 5 o’clock news tomorrow evening,” Carmen smiled. “She’s the blond lady with the broad smile. Anyway, we became friendly. I could tell that women were her interest. She invited me out to lunch a few times. I always accepted. The chemistry was definitely there. One night, she tells me to wear my sexiest outfit. She came to pick me up in my apartment, and she brought a pair of heels for me. Also a nice shade of red lipstick for me to wear. Then she brought me here.”

“So that’s how you became involved with your current job.”

“Pretty much,” Carmen nodded. “I was surprised that she had taken me to a lesbian club like this one. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always adored women, and I’ve had a few experiences, but this club is something different.”

Melinda looked around. “I can imagine. This place has a subtle intensity which I find to be spellbinding.”

“I agree. And that’s how I became hooked. One visit to the backroom, and I became proudly addicted.”

“What happens in the backroom?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Carmen smiled. “I’m telling you this because I wanted you to know more about me. I’m not trying to trick you. I only want the best for you. I want you to enjoy the finer things in life.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“Also, I wanted to give you a tiny little warning. In the backroom, the rules of normal society don’t apply. It’s a different world in there. It will feel like you’re living in a dream.”

Melinda slowly nodded. “I’m curious enough to find out.”

The entrance to the backroom was a simple red curtain. Carmen went first, parting the curtain, and Melinda followed.

The room seemed tame. Melinda found herself slightly disappointed that there was nothing happening except for a few beautiful women standing around talking.

Carmen continued walking, and she beckoned Melinda to follow. They went down a stairway. The further they went, the more they heard a different type of music. It wasn’t the electronic dance music from the club. It was something slow and sensual. Something exotic. The sound of the music grew the further down the stairs they went.

The downstairs room was slightly dark, but there was more than enough light to see all of the action.

When they reached the bottom floor, Melinda was stunned to see a naked white woman, who must have been in her early 60’s, on her knees, performing oral sex on a black lady who was half her age.

It was a jarring sight. Melinda found the sight so incredibly erotic on many levels. The wide age gap. The racial taboo. And the brazenness of the sexual activity. It was Melinda’s first time seeing an actual sapphic encounter. And it didn’t disappoint.

The black woman’s legs twitched as she reached an orgasm, then she relaxed. Then the two women exchanged pleasantries. Then the much older white lady spoke with an English accent and sounded very well educated. She thanked the black woman, and said that she would return in a few days, before getting up to leave.

Melinda stood awestruck at the sight of the beautiful black woman, naked, with her legs still open. Her pussy was pink, in contrast to her dark skin, and her pussy was still shining with saliva.

“See something you like?” Carmen asked. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

Soon, Melinda was introduced to Sasha. They exchanged pleasantries while Sasha was still completely unabashed by her open pussy.

“This is my friend’s first time,” Carmen said to Sasha. “She’s new to this lifestyle. She’s a bit shy. You know, she’s the corporate type. It’s my job to introduce her to our world. Since you’re already warmed up, why don’t you teach her?”

Melinda froze in fear.

Sasha flashed a wicked smiled, and agreed.

“On your knees darling,” Carmen said to Melinda. “It’s time to taste new things. Don’t worry, it won’t bite. A woman’s pussy is the most natural thing in the world. Come on. On your knees.”

Melinda lifted the front of her dress and lowered herself. Her bare knees touched the floor. Her high heels pointed to the wall. Her face was in front of the wet pussy.

“Tell me,” Sasha said to Melinda. “Do you like having your pussy eaten?”

Melinda cleared her throat. “Yes.”

“How? In what manner?”

Melinda searched for the right words. “Sensual. Slow. I like being licked. I like the basics.”

Sasha used her fingers to spread her pussy open. “Then I guess you know how to handle a pussy then. Don’t disappoint me.”