Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2001 10:08:32 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Masks - 2

	Masks
	by Ann Douglas
      (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Two

	The Ballroom was already filled with at
least a hundred people when Taylor stepped in,
with more coming in.  She paused at the
organizational table and took note of were she
was sitting.  Thankfully she didn't see Sanura's
name at either her table or any of the surrounding
ones.
	Making her way across the crowded floor,
Taylor took note of all the various costumes.
There were people dressed up as animals and
characters from movies.  As well as fantasy
characters and even superheroes from the comics.
There were even folks just made up as different
professions.
	"I could have come as a beautician,"
Taylor laughed silently as she spotted her table,
"But I think the devil has a lot more fun."
	Finding her cardboard nameplate, Taylor
took her seat.  There were six other costumes at
the table, which she took in one at a time.
	First there was Snow White, right out of
the Theme Park in Florida.  Although Taylor
doubted the one at Disneyworld was so well
endowed, or put so much on that endowment on
display.  Next to her was a woman in the
traditional French maids' outfit.  A version of
which, like her devil's garb, left little to the
imagination.  Then came an older woman dressed
as Cleopatra.
	Sitting across from Taylor was an Asian
woman in an outfit that reminded her of an old
time Charlie Chan movie.  The woman's hair was
done up in a bun and a decorative, red mandarin
style dress seemed to be spray painted onto her
body.  When she moved to get up out of her chair
to shift her tail, Taylor noticed the slit of the dress
ran from her ankle almost all the way up to her
waist. It took a third look to realize it, but the
woman in the mandarin dress was Mei-Ling from
the front desk.
	On the far end of the table was a black
woman in a cheerleader outfit, decked out in blue
and silver.  Sitting next to her was another blonde,
with a white dress that made her look just like that
famous photo of Marilyn Monroe.  Finally next to
Taylor was a harem costumed Jeannie right out of
the old TV series.
	"I don't believe this,"  Taylor said to
herself as she finished her circumference out the
table.  "There's not a single guy at this table."
	Looking over at the table behind her, it
occurred to her that there were no men there
either.  A funny feeling began to form in the pit of
her stomach.
	"I know I passed some guys at that table
over there."  she reminded herself as she looked
back in that direction. `The ones dressed as the
Construction Worker, the Scarecrow and the
Pirate."
	That funny feeling exploded as she realized
that all three of them were women as well.
	"Oh shit,"  she said under her breath as she
realized what kind of party this really was.  "I
never would have guess that Kathleen was a ...."


	"Excuse me, would you like to dance?" a
soft voice over her shoulder interrupted her
toughest.
	"What?"  Taylor said as she turned in the
direction of the voice.
	"I asked if you would like to dance,
Kathleen isn't it?"  said the woman in surgical
greens as she read the nameplate on the table.
	Taylor thought about it for a moment.
She had said she wanted to have an adventure --
wanted to be Kathleen for the night.  Looking at
the short haired redhead before her, she decided
that Kathleen would definitely dance with her.
	"I always wanted to date a Doctor."
Taylor joked as she rose to accept the invitation,
wondering if the thirty something woman might
really be one.  The outfit seemed real enough.
	"I'm Janice."  she said as she took
Taylor's hand in hers.

	Out on the dance floor, it felt a little funny
at first to be dancing with a woman.  To have her
hold her as a man would.  Then as they got caught
up in the rhythm of the live band, having feminine
flesh pressed against hers didn't seem as strange.
When Janice pulled her even closer, Taylor could
feel the woman's hands through the thin fabric
covering her ass.  Taylor could see the delight in
her eyes as the doctor discovered her lack of
panties and slid one under the skirt to caress bare
flesh.
	"My, you are a devil."  she whispered into
Taylor's ear as her fingers touched her tightly
cropped mound.  "And a wet one at that."
	Taylor should've been horrified at the idea
of another woman touching her pussy, or so she
told herself.  But tonight she was Kathleen, and
that was perfectly acceptable.  Even when she felt
Janice's lips press against hers at the end of the
dance, she willingly accepted the offering.
	"I enjoyed our dance."  Janice said as they
began to walk off the floor.
	"So did I?"  Taylor replied.
	"Maybe we can have another one later on"
Janice said.
	"Maybe."  Taylor mused as the two
women parted.

	Taylor didn't go right back to her table.
Instead she found a spot where she could watch
the rest of the dancers.  They all did seem to be
having fun.  If she ignored the fact that they were
all women, it looked like any other club she'd ever
gone too.  And she had to admit, it'd been a long
time since she'd felt this excited.
	As she scanned the crowd, looking at
some of the more interesting costumes, Taylor
stopped when she saw that of the woman moving
toward her.  Wearing a long, very long, body
length blonde wig and nothing else, the subject of
Taylor's attention had come as Lady Godiva.  As
abundant as her costume hair was, it did little to
actually cover what had to be a near perfect body.
Every time she moved, her hair would shift yet
again, exposing another part of her to view.  It
was a captivating sight and it was obvious from
watching many heads turn, that Taylor wasn't the
only one who thought so.

	"My, I've had a devil of a time finding
you."  said the woman who unexpectedly stepped
in front of Taylor, blocking her view of Godiva.
	"Hi Sanura." she said as she recognized
the face that went with the voice.
	True to her profession, Sanura now wore
the uniform of a security officer, but not the sort
you'd find on the job.  Her hat was standard issue,
as was her short sleeved blouse, except that
enough buttons were open to give everyone a
plentiful view.  Instead of a skirt or trousers,
Sanura wore matching blue hot pants.  The badge
on her uniform had been custom made and read
pussy police.
	"We didn't get to have our drink."  the
policewoman said.
	"I took a nap and slept the afternoon
away." Taylor offered in way of explanation.
"Can I make it up to you with a dance?"
	"Well it's a start."  the black woman said.

	Out on the dance floor, Sanura held Taylor
even tighter than Janice had.  Taylor could feel the
policewoman's breasts pressing against her own
and her nostrils filled with the sweet smell of her
perfume. The song the band was playing was a
very old tune, exactly the sort of thing made for
slow sexy dancing.
	"I guess this is how a guy feels."  Taylor
thought as she felt the heat of Sanura's body.
"Not a bad feeling at all."
	Taylor felt the older woman's lips brush
against her cheek, much like Janice had done.
Then she went a little further and slid her tongue
along the groove of her ear.
	Caught up in the moment, Taylor tilted her
head and kissed Sanura lightly on her lips. The
tangy taste of her bright red lipstick was a much
different sensation from when she kissed George.
	Sanura kissed Taylor back, her lips just a
little more forceful.  Just enough for her to slip
out her tongue and press it against Taylor's
mouth.  The second time she did it,  the brunette
opened her mouth just enough to let it make
contact with her own tongue.  The spark when
they touched was electric.
	"I have to confess,"  Sanura said as they
broke the kiss and continued to dance.  "I was
quite taken with you the moment I saw you in the
lobby."
	"You were?"  Taylor said surprised.
	"I've always had a weakness for pretty
white girls.  I know it's not very politically
correct, but then again I've never been a very PC
kind of person."  Sanura went on.  "But when I
saw you,  I just wanted to pick you up and take
you to bed.  I hope that doesn't shock you?"
	"No, it doesn't"  Taylor said.  In fact, she
was surprised to find that the statement actually
kind of excited her.
	"Good, I'm glad it doesn't."  Sanura
smiled as she ran her index finger down Taylor's
back.
	"Are you wet?"  Sanura whispered into
her ear.
	The question took Taylor by surprise.
Before she realized it, she had answer in the
affirmative.
	"Am I making you wet?"  Sanura asked
again.
	"Yes."  came the whispered reply.
	"Do you want me?"  Sanura asked as she
slid her hand between Taylor's legs and stretched
a dark finger across her pussy.  A pussy that was
far wetter than when it had been touched a short
time before.
	"Do you want me?"  Sanura finally asked.
	Taylor's head was spinning.  Everything
was happening all too fast.  She had to remind
herself that she really wasn't Kathleen Foster.
That was only a mask she was wearing, no more
real than the devil costume she wore.
	"I want to rip that costume off you and
make love to every inch of your body."  Sanura
said loud enough for several of the women
dancing closest to them to hear.  "I want to make
you come so bad that you can't stand."
	Taylor looked at the women around her
who had heard the comment.  None of them
seemed surprised or even embarrassed.  If
anything, two of them seemed envious.
	She looked back into Sanura's dark eyes.
It was as if she had fallen under some kind of
spell.  She had never been in a situation like this
before.  With guys, she had always been the one in
control.  She had always been the one to decide
what was and wasn't going to happen.  Now she
found herself looking down a path she knew was
forbidden, but was drawing her further down it
with each heartbeat.
	"Do you want me?"  Sanura asked for a
third time.
	Taylor couldn't believe that the voice that
answered was her own.  Or that the voice had said
yes.
	The answer had been barely a whisper, but
Sanura had heard it as if it had been broadcast
over the hotel's public address system. She
stopped dancing in mid-step and took Taylor's
hand.
	"Follow me."  Sanura said as she led the
little devil off the dance floor.
	As she stepped away from where they had
been dancing, Taylor heard one of the women, a
40ish redhead in a nun's habit call after her.
	"Go get her Honey."  she said.
	Still in a daze, Taylor wondered why she
didn't feel the least bit embarrassed as she walked
off the dance floor, every pair of eyes on her. Or
so at least she imagined.

	Taylor, still holding Sanura's hand,
followed her out of the ballroom and into a small
empty office.  On the door hung a cardboard
nameplate that read Sanura Jackson, Membership
Committee.
	Soon as the door closed behind them,
Sanura turned and pushed Taylor against the wall.
Then she threw her own body against Taylor's,
their lips meeting in a violent collision.
	Taken by surprise, Taylor opened her
mouth to protest, only to have it filled with
Sanura's tongue.  She could feel the blue garbed
woman's hands on her breasts, squeezing them
and massaging her nipples.
	"God, you are beautiful."  Sanura said as
she pressed their lips together once more.
	"What am I doing?"  Taylor's mind
screamed.  "What the hell am I doing?"
	Sanura never gave her time to answer that
question as she pulled open the top of Taylor's
costume, causing her breasts to fall free. The
ebony-skinned woman wasted no time in lifting a
rounded globe in each hand and guiding them one
at a time to her mouth.
	Taylor gasped as she felt Sanura's lips
close around her nipple.  The sensation was more
than electric, especially when the woman in blue
went to work on the tiny tips with her tongue.  No
guy had ever felt this nice.
	Back and forth Sanura moved, from breast
to breast, leaving a wet trail as she moved her
tongue and lips across Taylor's chest.  It felt so
good that Taylor was no longer wondering what
she was doing.  Right now all she wanted to do
was go with the flow.
	"Oh baby, you have such nice tits." Sanura
said as she kissed them one last time.
	Taylor was still backed against the wall as
she felt the black girl's tongue again slide into her
mouth.  This time she eagerly sucked it deeply,
giving as good as she got.  Going with the flow,
she reached out and pressed her hands against
Sanura's breasts, feeling the fullness under her
blouse.
	Sanura reached down and undid what was
left of the buttons on her shirt, releasing her own
larger mounds.  Her skin was a creamy mahogany,
her nipples wide and dark.  Breaking their kiss,
she lifted her left breast to Taylor's mouth.
	"Suck on this, sugar."  Sanura said as she
grabbed Taylor's head and pulled her mouth to
her thick nipple.
	Taylor never imagined that one day she'd
be sucking on another woman's breast, but now
that she was, she was determine to do her best.
She knew how she liked her own nipples sucked
and she used that as a guide.  That and Sanura's
encouragement were enough for her to do a pretty
good job if it.
	"Yeah baby, that's it."  Sanura moaned as
she ran her hand through Taylor's hair.  "Use your
teeth on it. Make it good and hard."
	  And hard they got as Taylor worked with
abandon on the mixture of soft and hard flesh.
Sanura grabbed her head and shifted her mouth to
her other breast.  This time Taylor improved on
her technique.  If nothing else, she had always
been a fast learner.
	Sanura pulled Taylor's face upward as
they locked lips one last time in a deep hungry
kiss.  She wrapped her hands around Taylor's
neck, pulling her close so that the tips of their
breasts rubbed against each other.
	"I have a surprise for you."  Sanura said
with a wicked grin.
	From her uniform belt, the policewoman
produced a small black plastic baton.  It was an
inch thick and ten inches long.  She slid it between
Taylor's legs and up against her wet cunt.
	"Ooooo"  Taylor purred as she felt the
hard stick rub her clit.
	"It gets better."  Sanura laughed softly as
she worked the tip of her baton up against the
opening of Taylor's pussy.
	"OOOOO"  Taylor sighed even louder as
it moved inside her.
	"Like it, baby?"  she asked as she eased it
up inside of the devil.
	Continuing to press her body against
Taylor's, sharing the erotic charge passing
through her, the darker woman began to slide the
baton in and out of her like a cock.
	"Tell me, baby,"  she said into her ear as
she worked the truncheon in and out as fast as she
could, continuing to kiss and massaged Taylor's
body with her tongue and free hand as well.  "Tell
me how much you love, tell me how good it
makes you feel!"
	"Oh yes,"  Taylor panted.  "Oh yes, I love
it.  I fucking love it.  It feels so good, so good!"
	"And you're going to come for me baby,
aren't you?"  she went on, driving the black rod at
such a pace that it was almost a blur.  "You're
going to creme all over my big black stick, aren't
you?"
	"Oh God, "  Taylor called out,  "Oh Dear
God!"
	She couldn't believe how good this piece
of plastic felt inside of her.  In Sanura's hands it
was driving her crazier than George's cock.  And
her mouth.  What this woman was doing to her
with her mouth and tongue. If she kept this up,
Taylor was going to come in a few minutes, and
come hard.  Very hard.
	Of course Sanura had no intention of
stopping, or even slowing down.  If anything, she
managed to put just a little more into her efforts.
>From deep inside, from a place Taylor had only
managed to tap so very few times, a fireball of
passion exploded and saturated her body.
	"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"  Taylor
screamed at the top of her lungs.  Normally not
the type who vocalized an orgasm, this time she
let out with a scream that could be heard all the
way back in the Ballroom.
	Sanura held on to the quaking body in her
arms even harder, sharing the heat of her climax.
She kissed her as hard as she could, muffling her
cry.  At the same time she drove her hand held
cock inside Taylor one last time.

	"Oh God,  that was intense."  Taylor said
in an unsteady voice as she leaned back against
the wall for support.
	 After Sanura had let go of her, the
younger woman's legs felt so rubbery that she
thought she was going to collapse on the floor.  It
took a  few minutes before she could even manage
those few words.
	The policewoman stood a few feet in front
of her, the tip of the baton in her hand now shiny
with her sweet wine.  When she was sure she had
Taylor's attention, Sanura brought the baton to
her mouth and slid it inside.  Whirling her tongue
around it, she licked and sucked it clean.
	"Mmmm,"  she said as she washed the last
of Taylor's juices from her toy. "That is a lot
better than trick or treating for candy."
	The girl in the devil suit laughed at the bad
joke.  She could already feel her strength coming
back.  With her lips still stained by the last drops
of devilish nectar, Sanura kissed her once more.

	"I hope you enjoyed that, Taylor."  Sanura
said as she ended the kiss and took step back
away from the semi-captive girl.  "I know I did."
	"Oh yes, I most certainly did."  she replied,
exhaling deeply as she leaned back against the
wall, her eyes tightly closed.  "I most certainly
did."

	She stood there for a few long moments,
allowing her body to relax and enjoy the warm
feeling from their brief encounter. Suddenly her
eyes snapped open and a pale shadow covered her
face.
	"What did you call me?"  she gasped.
	"Taylor..."  Sanura said, her arms folded
over her naked breasts.  "As in Taylor Stuart, of
532 Willow Terrace."
	"There must be some mistake,"  Taylor
said, a sense of panic in her voice.  "My name is
Kathleen Foster.  I ..."
	"Kathleen Foster is currently resting at
Saint Mary's Hospital following a seizure
yesterday afternoon."  Sanura said, the tone of her
voice shifting into what she liked to think of as
cop mode.  "Kathleen's doctor is a member of the
Foundation.  In fact she was the sponsor for her
membership.  I happened to run into her right
after I left you at the elevator.  She mentioned it
was a shame that Kathleen was in the hospital and
couldn't make the Ball."
	Taylor's heart was racing like a
greyhound.  She couldn't believe this was all
falling apart.  Would they call the police on her?
	"While you were sleeping I used a passkey
to go into your room and checked your wallet."
the security specialist continued.  "I decided to
play along and see what your game was.  What
are you,  a reporter or something?  Did you get
the story you wanted?  All about the dyke ball?
I've come across your type before."
	For a second, all Taylor could think about
was that Sanura had been in her room while she
laid almost naked on the bed.  Then, considering
what they had been doing these last few minutes,
having been naked seemed superfluous.
	"I have to say one thing surprised me."
Sanura concluded.  "That you went as far as you
did.  I really expected you to run the minute I
pushed you against the wall and started tearing at
your clothes.  I can only figure you must be into
girls as well.  Either that or you're one of those
types that will do anything for a story.  More's
the pity cause I wasn't lying when I said that you
really turned me on.  I guess that's why I got
carried away as well."
	"Oh God,"  Taylor cried, tears running
down her face.  "You've got me all wrong."
	Sanura's facial expression remained
unchanged.  She didn't seem impressed in the
least at Taylor's tears.
	"I'm not a reporter,"  Taylor said, trying
to regain her calm.  "I'm a beautician.  I work at
the Salon where Kathleen gets her hair done."
	Taylor's admission finally seemed to catch
Sanura's interest.  Her stern expression seemed to
soften just a little.
	"Dr. Kincaid said that Kathleen had her
attack at a beauty salon."  Sanura remarked.
"And that some girl there probably saved her life
by keeping her from choking and getting the
paramedics as fast as she did."
	"That was me,"  Taylor said, unable to
stop her crying.  "She was in my chair when she
had the attack.  Later on I found the envelope
with the tickets and everything on the floor.  It
must've fallen out of her purse.  For Christ's sake
I thought this was some kind of singles party.  I
mean one with guys!"
	"I guess I owe you an apology then."
Sanura said in a more personal tone.  "I can't say I
really approve of what you did but I can see now
that you did it without any kind of malice."
	"I mean I almost went into shock when I
realized where I was.  That all that were here were
girls."  Taylor said, finally bringing her emotions
under control.   "I mean I've never, ever been
anywhere like this.  And I've absolutely never
done anything like we just did before!" "
	"You mean you've never been with a
woman before?"  Sanura asked in astonishment,
unable to believe the girl she was going hot and
heavy with ten minutes ago was a virgin.
	"I swear to God, the first girl I ever kissed,
you know like a real kiss, was that woman I was
dancing with just before you."
	"But why didn't you just leave when you
realized the kind of party you were at?"  Sanura
asked out of curiosity.
	"I don't know, I can't really explain it."
Taylor said.  "I guess it would be easy to say it
was just curiosity run amuck, but it was more than
that.  It was as if I really was Kathleen, doing the
things that I imagined she would do."
	"As if you really were the woman behind
the mask."  Sanura mused.
	"Exactly.  I know it sounds crazy."
	"Maybe not so crazy."  said Sanura.
"Sometimes being someone else, even just for a
night can be very liberating."
	For the first time since she heard Sanura
say her real name, Taylor smiled.
	"Since you're not the lying slut I thought
you were at first, you might like to know that
Kathleen's Doctor told me that she'd going to be
fine.  They're going to release her Monday
morning."
	"Did they find out what happened to her?"
Taylor asked.
	"It seems Kathleen's suffered from some
kind of chemical imbalance most of her life.
Normally, she keeps it pretty much under control
with some medication.  She told the Doctors at
the Hospital that she simply forgot to renew her
prescription and figured she'd be okay until she
could get around to it.  If not for you, it might've
been a fatal mistake."
	"I'm so glad she's okay."  Taylor said, the
relief in her voice evident.
	"So I guess you'll be leaving now,"
Sanura said, a slight touch of disappointment in
her voice.
	"I guess so,"  Taylor said.  "I mean I'm
just some girl who works in a beauty salon.  I
don't really belong out there with all those
important women.  I mean aren't they all doctors,
lawyers and such."
	"Sugar, there are also girls out there who
are waitresses and librarians."  the older woman
laughed.  "It's not about money or position, at
least not on a basic level.  It's more about women
being able to get together with others who share
certain interests.  They're not all lesbians either,
although I am.  At least half the women out there
are bi, and half of those are married as well."
	"I never would've imagined that."  Taylor
said, truly surprised. "Then does that mean I could
stay, even if I did sort of sneak in."
	"Well if  it were up to me, of course you
could stay."  Sanura said with a bit of regret in her
voice.  "But there are some women out there that
might object.  I guess every group has its militant
members.  And after all, you don't really fit the
membership requirements."
	"What are they?"  Taylor asked out of
curiosity.
	"Well, somewhat crudely put, they take
the position that if you don't eat the pussy you
ain't a sister."
	"Oh.."  Taylor said as she rearranged her
costume top to cover her breasts.  "Then I guess I
better go up and get my stuff out of my room."
	"Honey, I'm only kidding."  Sanura
laughed.  "You deserved something for the stunt
you pulled.  I'm the head of the membership
committee.   I can invite anyone I want to one of
these parties.  And right now I'm inviting one
Taylor Stuart."
	"Oh I could kiss you!"  Taylor gushed.
	"So why don't you."  Sanura laughed.
	So Taylor did, again and again and again.
	More than a few minutes later, after they
had composed themselves enough to reappear in
public, Taylor and Sanura walked arm in arm back
into the ballroom.  One of the women who had
known why they'd left happened to be sitting right
by the door on Taylor's right.  She pointed to the
cop and devil and whispered something to the
woman in the prison outfit she was sitting with.
	Taylor waited until she was right next to
the women at the table and then flashed her one of
her best `and it was good' smiles.
	Sanura led Taylor back onto the dance
floor, after all this was a Ball.  As they danced,
Sanura couldn't help but notice that Taylor
couldn't stop grinning.
	"And what's that all about?"  she asked in
reference to the grin as they whirled about the
floor.
	"Oh I was just thinking about what you
said back there.  About the women who said if
you aren't eating the pussy, you aren't really a
sister."
	"But I told you that was a joke."  Sanura
insisted.
	"Maybe, maybe so,"  Taylor said as they
moved.  "But just in case, maybe after the Ball is
over, you can show me how it's done."


END