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Dress Rehearsal
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
Amber had changed into a short sleeved
yellow blouse with a blue denim shirt. She wasn't
sure where they were going and figured this outfit
was good for just about anywhere. They’d gone
to shows before, a few times to bars. Once, they’d
even driven upstate just to get out of the city for a
day. When Heather finally showed up, she had
changed her white uniform for a plain but form
fitting red dress.
"If we were only going to a bar, there
were a lot of nice places closer to home." Amber
said as she stood outside the place Heather had
brought her for drinks.
"Trust me," the young black woman said
as they stepped inside. "You've never been to a
place like this before."
That made Amber stop and look at the
neon sign in the bar window a second time. The
sign that read Scarlett's Rose.
"Oh my," Amber said as they stepped into
the lounge and she got a good look around.
"You're right, I've never been to anyplace like
this."
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she
could see there had to be over a hundred women
there. The club was a lot bigger than it appeared
from the outside.
"Just think of this as field research."
Heather laughed
Heather caught the barmaid's attention and
ordered two beers. She spent a few moments
chatting with the six-foot muscular blond after the
two bottles had been deposited on the bar. The
conversation was long enough for the older girl to
realize that Heather was a regular here.
"Cheers," Heather said as she handled
Amber her bottle and took a long pull from her
own.
Amber took a small drink as well,
watching as her companion tilted her bottle
straight up and drained nearly a third in one long
gulp.
"God, I've been looking forward to that all
day long." she said as she brought the beer back
down. "Come on, let’s find a table."
Heather took Amber's hand and led her
through the crowds. As they moved, Amber
looked right and left at the crowd, confident that
Heather knew exactly where they were going.
It was amazing how varied the crowd was,
she thought. The woman around her seemed to
be of every age, race and description. Some
women were middle aged, some looked to be
barely in their late teens. Others were somewhere
in between.
As they made their way around the edge of
the dance floor, Amber watched the pairs of
women swaying to the music. The movement of
their bodies was almost hypnotic.
"There's an open table over there."
Heather said as she pulled Amber's hand to get her
attention over the music.
Once they were at the table, Heather
ordered another round for the two of them. A girl
in a very skimpy costume, highlighted by breasts
bigger than Heather's, brought their drinks.
"Thanks Bonnie," the dark girl said,
smiling at the well-endowed redhead.
She watched Bonnie take an order from
another table, then turned her attention back to
Amber.
"Bonnie used to work at Hooters,"
Heather said. "But she found that Scarlett's paid a
lot better. Besides, she'd rather strut her stuff for
the girls here than a bunch of drooling, horny
guys."
Amber didn't comment, she just took a sip
of the iced beer.
"So what do you think of the place?"
Heather asked, bringing her own drink to her lips.
"It's interesting ... " Amber said, as she
looked into a corner where two young women
were making out.
"Well that's one word for it I guess." her
companion said as she turned and saw what had
caught her attention. "I hope you're taking notes,
she joked. "There's going to be an oral quiz later."
Amber really wasn't paying attention. She
was too captivated by the two women back at the
corner table. Even in the dim light, she could see
them trading tongues. A quick flash of strobe
highlighted the couple for a brief moment, just
long enough for the actress to recognize them.
"Oh shit," Amber said under her breath, "I
know those two."
Last season, Amber had done a guest shot
on the sitcom, Buddies. The brunette and blond
were two of the show's stars. Evidently, they
were better buddies than anyone realized.
"It's really not polite to stare." Heather
whispered as she brought her face close to
Amber's.
"Do you know who those two are?"
Amber whispered back.
"Yes, I know who they are," Heather
replied. "And before the night is over, I'm sure
you might see some other familiar faces as well.
You have to understand one thing, and understand
it well. Whatever or whoever you might see in
here, stays here. Understand?"
Amber suddenly remembered Heather
showing a card to one of the women at the door
when they first came in. At the time, she thought
the twenty-one year old was being carded. Now
she realized that she was showing some kind of
membership card. By bringing Amber here, to
what she also now realized was a private club, the
younger girl was also vouching for her.
"I understand." she assured her friend.
"Nothing goes outside these walls."
"Okay, now that we have that out of the
way," Heather grinned. "Let's dance."
Before Amber could object, Heather had
her out of the chair and on the dance floor.
Amber had danced with other girls plenty of
times, so it didn't feel strange to dance with
Heather. At least until the live female band
switched to a slow, sexy dance and Heather pulled
her close.
Amber was very aware of the warmth of
Heather's breasts pressed against her own as they
moved around the floor. The fragrant scent of the
younger girl's perfume filled her nostrils as she
pressed her dark cheek against her’s. There was
one point in the dance when Heather's lips brushed
against Amber's. A touch so brief as to be almost
imperceptible, but one which was uppermost in
her thoughts.
"That was fun." Heather said as they
retook their seats.
"Yes it was." Amber had to agree.
"So no more gloom and doom." she asked.
"No more doom and gloom." smiled a
now reenergize Amber.
The two women talked for a few more
minutes, then took to the dance floor again. This
time, no matter the dance, Amber didn't find it
strange at all to hold onto Heather, no matter how
close.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Three hours later, Amber and Heather
exited the club into the warm evening air, arm in
arm. They flagged down a cab, and headed off
into the night.
It didn't take long for the cab to pull up in
front of the apartment building Amber lived in.
After it dropped her off, it would head uptown to
Heather's parent’s house.
"Thank you for a wonderful adventure."
Amber said to her friend after passing the driver
enough to cover both the trips here and uptown.
"So you're all ready for tomorrow?"
Heather asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Amber laughed.
"At least I hope so."
Amber turned to get out of the cab. She
got halfway out the door, then paused. Heather
was about to ask what was wrong when Amber
suddenly whirled about and pulled the younger
girl to her.
The press of Amber's lips against her own
took Heather unaware, but it was a very pleasant
surprise nevertheless. Her lips were as soft as she
might have imagined, her tongue containing the
merest hint of the passion her body held in check.
"I think you are more than ready for
tomorrow." Heather said breathlessly as their lips
parted.
"Come on upstairs with me." Amber said,
holding Heather's hands in her own.
"Are you sure?" Heather asked, her
trembling hands held only in check by the warm
hands grasping them. "You might feel different
when the sun comes up."
"The only regret I'd have when the sun
rises is if you aren't there with me to watch it."
Amber said, the deep look in her eyes proclaiming
the intensity of her words.
Heather's surrender came in a sweet kiss.
A gesture carrying the secret affection she had
carried for the actress, almost since the day they
had met.
Both women suddenly became aware of
the eyes of the cabbie watching them in the rear
view mirror.
“There’s been a change of plans.” Amber
said. “We’re not going to need that ride uptown
after all.”
The fiftyish man made a little sour face as
Amber canceled his fare. He figured that would
have just about finished his shift.
“You can keep the fare.” Heather said as
she grabbed her purse and followed Amber out
the door. She didn’t want to waste a minute
getting upstairs.
The now extra large tip changed the
cabbie’s frown to a smile. He leaned out the
window and said.
“Have fun ladies!”
He watched the two women disappear into
the vestibule. They seemed like nice girls, he
thought. So what if they were attracted to each
other in that way. Look at his nephew, Matt, 6’2”
and two hundred and fifty pounds, who’d ever had
though he’d turn out to be a fairy. But when you
thought about it, it didn’t mean he loved the kid
any less.
As the old man pulled away from the curb,
he thought maybe he’d take the tip and bring his
wife home a little special something. Who knows,
maybe she might be in the mood to give him a
little something too.
The little tryst that started in the back seat
of the cab, continued in the elevator ride up to the
nineteenth floor. Heather hoped the trip stayed
nonstop. Otherwise one of Amber’s neighbor’s
was going to get to watch her perform a fairly
good impression of a tonsillectomy with her
tongue.
She couldn’t believe the sudden change in
her friend’s demeanor. Was this the same girl
who only this afternoon went into giggle fits when
she thought about kissing another woman?
Heather could only guess that those giggles might
have been some kind of defense mechanism. A
way to avoid something that she didn’t want to
face. Only in her case, rather than a case of
homophobia, the reverse might be true. The
actress might actually be sexually attracted to
women, but afraid to let the Jeannie out the bottle,
so to speak. The trip to Scarlett’s might have
done just that, and once unleashed ...
“Nineteenth floor,” Amber said as she
gave the younger girl one last peck on the cheek.
“Ladies lingerie, moonlight and fine wine.”
Amber’s apartment was only two doors
from the elevator, so she had it open in less than a
minute. As they stepped inside, Heather felt a
tinge of guilt that she might be taking advantage
of her friend. She didn’t think Amber had all that
much to drink at the club, certainly no more than
Heather did. Ethically, shouldn’t she just leave
the older woman now that she was safely home?
“I’ve never had sex with a girl, but I’ve
thought about it.” Amber said as she draped her
arms over Heather’s shoulders. “I’ve even played
with myself while I thought about it. Isn’t that
shameful.” she added.
“This is so wrong,” Heather repeated to
herself as Amber cupped one of her large breasts
through her dress. “I really should leave.”
“You have really beautiful breasts.”
Amber said as she squeezed it. “I wish my tits
were that nice.”
“Oh God,” Heather moaned as she felt her
nipple growing erect beneath Amber’s hand. “It’s
been so long since I’ve been with someone. I’m
not sure I have the strength to do what’s right.”
Amber stopped what she was doing for a
moment, a move that grabbed Heather’s full
attention a lot more efficiently than anything she
might have said. She looked into the younger
girl’s eyes and spoke in a clear, controlled voice.
“Heather, I’m not drunk.” she said as if
she could read the conflict in the girl’s mind. “At
least not on alcohol.”
“I’m glad of that at least.” Heather said
relieved.
“You have to understand, I’m from a
really small town. And there it doesn’t matter
what the outside world is like, or what they show
on television and the movies. People there don’t
talk about things like lesbianism, about having
feelings for another girl in your class. Of
watching her making out with the asshole who
happens to be the quarterback on the football
team and having it hurt so much you want to die.
So you just bury all that away, and try to live a life
that other people look at as normal.”
“But you’re an actress, you’re in a major
TV show.” Heather responded. “Why would you
have to hide anything now?”
“Because I’m scared of loosing it all.
Scared because I could never go back to living in
that town. Mostly I’m scared because I’m so
afraid that I’d end up alone.”
Heather looked at the actress and couldn’t
help but think, there but for the grace of God.
Her own parents weren’t exactly thrilled when she
came out, to them at least, but in the end they still
loved her. Could she have handled living in a
small closed town like Amber?
“Oh God Amber,” she said as she hugged
her. “I’m so sorry for you.”
“I know I’ve been coming on like a slut so
far.” Amber said. “But I can’t help it. I’ve kept
all these desires bottled up for so long, I feel like
I’m going to explode if I don’t let them out. If
you don’t want me then ...”
“Girlfriend,” the twenty-one year old
grinned. “Who in their right mind wouldn’t want
you.”
(missing parts may be found at)
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