The Marque is not specifically a gay bar exactly. More accurately it caters to people of divergent sexual preferences -- kinks or fetishes if you prefer. Neither did Nina consider herself a lesbian. Bi, perhaps, although she was not sure whether a person was bi after her first homosexual encounter, once she admitted to herself she would try it again or not until she had actually done it twice. Nina had not done it twice, yet, but was trying to get something going.
This was no easy task for a neophyte. At age 24, the dirty blonde with pointed nose and thin lips was not automatically attracted to all women. She was not even sure what she looked for in another female, beyond a willingness to get intimate. Certainly there were enough of those at The Marque that night. Some younger than she, most older, but few caught her attention. Most of those who did lost it after the first giggle, sassy remark or alcohol induced flirt. There was one, however, she kept coming back to.
Not that the woman paid her any attention. She scarcely gave Nina a second glance when the blonde flashed a smile in passing. She was not exactly pretty. Handsome better suited her. It was a feeling that attracted Nina back to the quiet brunette's table, a churning excitement in her stomach that grew stronger the nearer she got to her. Once within arms' reach the sensation was so powerful that Nina felt compelled to speak.
"I can't believe how packed this place is tonight," she said off handedly. "I don't suppose I could share your table until something opens up, could I?"
The stoic brunette looked at the blonde intruder, studied her for a couple of long seconds before looking away.
"I have friends coming," the woman said, "but you are welcome to sit until they arrive."
Thanking her, Nina sat in the chair opposite her. They both ordered, and small talk passed between them. The woman introduced herself simply as Jo. She was older than Nina. Nina wondered if it were the woman's transparent blue eyes that drew her, or the severely tight-to-the-head helmet of short brown hair. Maybe it was her quiet manner, a distance behind the eyes. She accepted a dance, but neither offered a smile or touch of encouragement. Nina decided she was wasting her time, but could not bring herself to leave Jo before her companions arrived.
When they did they crowded around the table, bring chairs from near-by tables to sit on. There were four of them and had been conducting several separate conversations as they settled in and continued talking in many directions despite Nina's presence. Draining her glass, the 24-yer-old excused herself, only to be held in her chair by one of Jo's friends.
"Have another drink, hon. Abby will dance with you while you wait if you show the slightest interest." Introductions were made all around. Hanna had invited her to stay. She was a redhead. Abby was the blonde blonde. Jazzy Jones and Elaina were too busy talking to do more than nod. For her part, Jo brightened a little. Her eyes lit somewhat, but no smile graced her full, naked lips. Nina would have guessed that Hanna might be her particular interest, but there was no outward sign of it from the brunette.
Abby did dance with Nina. Two or three songs, Nina wasn't sure. It didn't matter. The friendly blonde didn't seem to mind getting close on the dance floor, and gave her partner looks of complete willingness. Nina guessed she did that for everyone, but that too didn't matter. At the moment Abby was more sure a bet than Jo seemed to be.
The blonde certainly was attractive enough. Her hair was cut short, curls lifted like a mushroom cap so that it revealed her dainty face lit by an ever-present grin of big white teeth. Nina guessed the girl, close to her own age, would wear a B-cup when she did. It was obvious she did not, at the moment, have a bra on under the yellow short wasted tank top splashed with lightning bolts of neon colors. Below her bare midriff black Spandex outlined her hips, thighs and ass. Nina couldnt see any panty lines, but the lighting was contrasty at best. There was no hiding how the tight material shaped the woman's buttocks separately, and even creased at times in the front.
Yes, Nina thought Abby would do well as her second experiment in sex with her own gender. She hesitated in making a move, though. She was new to this group of women, and stepping on someone's toes was a good way to get shut out -- or worse. Besides, as new to the game as she was, Nina decided waiting to accept Abby's next advance would be her best bet.
It did not come. A nod from the blonde's head turned Nina's attention across the dance floor where Jazzy and Elaina danced together. They could not be mistaken for twins. Both had jet black hair, but there the similarity ended. Jazzy was tall and skinny, all arms and legs in the black tank and gray miniskirt. Elaina, on the other hand, was short and buxom. She was not fat, but her ultra-wide hips and ample rear gave her a pear shape that only her pretty face and seductive moves could balance. The two did appear inseparable though, bodies locked together at the abdomen like Siamese twins.
Elaina's face was buried between Jazzy's boobs and her hands held the other woman's ass, pulling her to her as they swayed to their own music. Jazzy's eyes were closed. Her hands fondled the sides of her partner's breasts, clad in a lacy black chemise. The shorter woman's strong legs came out of her hot pants, also black, at an angle so they could clamp tightly to Jazzy's knee, which was tucked firmly against Elaina's crotch.
Abby lightly touched Nina's cheek to get her attention. Now she pointed a finger at their table. Hanna was noticeably absent, but Jo sat facing the dance floor, the table at her side and her legs parted slightly. Most people in the place were involved enough in their own game not to have noticed. Even the casual observer, however, would not miss the fact that the brunette sitting alone at the table had a hand working in the crotch of her red satin slacks.
Nina's brow knotted in confusion. Desire twisted in her loins. How could Jo's friends abandon her in so obvious a state of need? Nina turned to Abby.
"Where's Hanna?" she said to her dance partner.
"Around," Abby said with a shrug. She smiled at Jo, still rubbing her pussy through her Capris. "Isn't she wild?"
"Why is she doing that? I thought Hanna was her -- you know, partner."
"Hanna? No way. I don't even think they like each other, let alone sleep together. Oh, they'll cop a feel of each other once in a while. We all do that. But Jo just likes to watch. And if she's in a good mood she buys the drinks."
"But how does she get away with it? I mean right here, in a public place?"
"The management bends the rules a little on Ladies Night. Besides. We all have our little quirks. Live and let live and all." Abby nodded to the "twins" again. "Look at them. I'm guessing those two are thirsty tonight."
Jazzy and Elaina were kissing -- sucking tongue was more apt a term. The skinny one had to bend way down and the other look straight up, but they looked comfortable enough to have done this many times before. Closer inspection found Elaina's hand between Jazzy's thighs, and the tall girl's inside her partner's bodice, kneading a tit. It was so obvious to Nina, even from a distance of 20 feet or more. How did no one else notice?
The answer, she realized, was that no one cared. Everyone was having their own fun, so no body intruded on anyone else's. Jazzy's expression told anyone who looked at her that she was enjoying what Elaina was doing to her. The same was true of Jo, her free hand toying with her own breast, fingers pinching at the nipple. The sexual tension crowded in on Nina, arousing her. Even as the musical number drifted to its ending she turned into the blonde's arms.
Abby's sigh seemed more a kitten's purr. She let Nina hold on to her while the DJ spun a romping tune. The twins returned to the table hand-in-hand. Jo waived to the server, a handsome guy who seemed totally oblivious to everything going on around him. Abby took Nina by the arm and turned her toward the table also.
"We'll see if Jo accepts you into our little game," said the blonde. "The trick is to make it last all night. Her tab I mean."
Nina understood that as long as Jo was getting a show, she would buy the table rounds of drinks. Jazzy and Elaina were already seated when she and Abby got there, one on the other's lap. Hanna was still absent, and the new girl wondered if that meant she didn't care to play the game. The drinks came: none for the redhead. The gay waiter put a vodka highball in front of Nina, the same she had ordered while sitting alone with Jo.
Abby patted her forearm and raised her eye brows as if to say "you're in baby."
Over the next hour Nina learned that Jo's friends took turns giving the elder woman something to keep her hot. It not only kept the drinks flowing, but everyone at the table maintained a high level of arousal throughout the evening. Each of the girls seemed to have their own kink. The twins had each other, and kept fondling each other through or under their clothes where ever they were. Abby liked to dance dirty. Her partner's gender didn't seem to matter. Hanna's specialty came as a bit of a surprise.
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