Protector Plus

Once we checked into the hotel, we both went to get changed, so I took the opportunity to phone Callum. I wondered if I should tell him about Lorna and that she was flirting with me, but I knew he would probably just say, “Send me some pictures,” then laugh. During our conversation, he seemed distracted, and it dawned on me that there was a football match on that evening, which no doubt he would be spending the evening with his friends.

“What time is kick off?” I asked and suppressed a giggle as I watched the guilty look spread across his face.

“Eight,” he said, then looked apologetic.

“You have fun,’ I laughed as I finished the call.

What do you wear to a lesbian bar as a straight woman? I looked at the casual clothes I had packed. I had not really expected to go out, so they were mainly either gym wear or casual joggers. Picking out the only dress I had packed, I put it on, hoping it wasn’t too… I wasn’t quite sure what. It was a simple, light cotton summer dress with a large geometric print, the kind of thing you would wear to the beach.

Before I could second-guess myself, there was a knock on the door, and opening it, I saw Laura standing there in a pair of jeans and a tight tee-shirt. The shirt had an open mouth with multi-coloured Skittles pouring out of it like a tongue. The slogan read ‘taste the rainbow’, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the fact that she clearly had no bra on. Laura’s breasts looked a lot bigger than they did in her uniform, and her nipples were hard and poking against the cotton.

“Wow,” she laughed, “don’t you look posh, makes me feel underdressed.”

I wasn’t sure whether I should complement her or rush back in to get changed into something more casual. Instead, I did neither as she glanced at her phone, “Our Uber is waiting.”

The evening was so much fun as we moved from bar to bar, where each was rocking to different music and vibe. What did surprise me was the number of men we saw in the bars; many were gay and outrageous in dress and manner, but others were straight and even tried to chat us up. Lorna was pleasant to them as she firmly dissuaded them, and they got the hint quickly.

“They probably think we are a couple,” she laughed, which weirdly made me blush.

As we moved between bars, I couldn’t help blurting out, “I thought you were taking me to a lesbian bar?”

Lorna stopped and just stared at me with an amused twinkle in her eye.

“Are you brave enough?” I nodded, my bravery boosted by the amount of alcohol I had drunk. “Okay, if you are sure, just stay close to me.”

We walked down a side street to a set of doors with a pink neon sign saying, “The Y.”

“Evening, ladies,” said one of the two burly female bouncers on the door. They were both dressed in the traditional black bomber jackets of their trade and looked quite scary.

“Do we need to search you?” Said the other one, stepping towards me.

“Do we look like we are carrying?” Lorna said, moving to block her path.

The bouncer laughed, showing a gold tooth, “You are fine, have a great evening.”

Lorna got our drinks and we found a table in a corner.

“Search us for what?” I said quietly.

“They were just looking to cop a free grope of you, and they wanted to check my reaction. This place used to have a bit of a reputation as being a meat market, and by the looks of things, it still is one.”

As I studied the women in the bar, I realised they fell into two distinct types. The first was quite masculine in many ways to varying degrees, while the other was much more feminine. It dawned on me that Lorna wouldn’t have looked out of place with the former, and I would have fitted in with the latter. Many of the feminine women had wedding rings on as they were chatted up by the more butch women.

There were some exceptions where two feminine women would be chatting like friends on a night out, but when they danced on the small dance floor, they were clearly more than just friends.

“What do you think?” Lorna said quietly in my ear.

“It’s very different,” I squeaked as I felt more than one woman undressing me with their eyes.

“Lesley loved it here,” she chuckled, then said, “Come on, let’s dance.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but the music had quickened in tempo, so there was not going to be the embarrassment of a slow dance. Lorna gyrated to the music, her breasts swaying and bouncing as she rolled her hips.

“When’s the funeral?” She laughed over the music.

“What?” I replied, totally confused.

“Just the way you are dancing, your soul is clearly dead.”

She was right. Maybe because it was a lesbian club, I felt different, but I was scared to let go. I looked at the other women around me who were having fun, and the words, “Fuck it,” popped into my head.

Moving my hips like I was grinding onto some imaginary cock I started to thrust and grind to the pulsing beat.

“You go girl,” Lorna whooped and doubled her efforts.

Despite her being 20 years my senior, she was one heck of a dancer, and I found myself working hard to keep up with her. Eventually, we stopped and grabbed fresh drinks before sitting at a small table.

“Have to say you are a pretty good dancer,” I said.

“Are you going to add, for your age?” She roared with laughter at my embarrassment. “I did pole dancing in my youth; in fact, I still do from time to time.”

The mental picture of her pole dancing popped into my head, and to my shock, she was naked in my vision. To cover my bashfulness, I blurted out, “I am just nipping to the ladies.”

Sitting on the potty, I started to question my feelings about Lorna. I put it down to the amount of alcohol I had drunk and the way she had made me feel so good. My thoughts weren’t helped by the two women in the next stall who were bringing each other to an orgasm. Deciding to just let the evening flow, I went to wash my hands when a large rough rough-looking woman entered.

“Hello, darling,” she drawled as she moved very close to me and started to stroke my arm. “You’re pretty, you should come home with me so I can show you a good time.” As she spoke, she tried to kiss me as she put her hand under my dress and tried to get inside my panties. I could smell the combination of alcohol and garlic on her breath as I struggled to free myself,

“Stop it, please,” I begged, “I am with someone.”

“Well, they ain’t here now, so how about we slip into one of these nice stalls and let me have a little taste of honey.”

I wasn’t quite sure what happened next, but suddenly the drunken woman was sitting on her ass, clutching her nose, which was bleeding profusely.

Lorna was there and, glancing at me, said, “You okay, Jenny?”

I nodded as the woman with a bleeding nose slowly got to her feet.

“I think you have broken my fucking nose,” she groaned.

“I will break more than that you fat bitch if you touch my girl again,” Lorna said, wrapping a protective arm around me.

The door opened and the two bouncers burst in, summoned by the two heavy petters from the next stall, who had fetched them when the assault started.

“Okay, love we will take it from here,” they said as they grabbed the fat woman and bustled her out of the toilets.

“Thank you Lorna,” I whispered, feeling safe in her arms.

“I’m sorry about that. It’s women like that who give lesbians a bad name. She is nothing more than an attempted rapist. Now let’s get you back to the hotel and to bed.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant my bed or her bed, but I would have said yes had she asked.

I felt much better in the Uber but said nothing as I liked her arm around me and the soft swell of her breast against my head. She ushered me alone to my bedroom, checking constantly that I was okay.

When she had gone, I lay in the darkness, and despite what had happened, I started to masturbate. I could smell Lorna’s perfume and feel her body warmth. In my head, I could see her gyrating on the dance floor and in my vision, she was naked. As I started to finger fuck myself faster, it was her fingers inside me making me cum.

Lying in the afterglow, my head was spinning. “What was happening to me? Why was I feeling this way?” I fell asleep trying to picture Callum’s cock…but failing.