Title: Sapphrodite	Prelude
Author: Fana Sculder
Rating: NC-17 (DUHHHHHHHHHH)
Warnings: Well, I haven't gotten into anything really...far-reaching 
yet, but don't worry, I'll get to the BDSM, and oooh, Vampirism for 
Halloween, an' ghosts, an'...in short, this is only...THE BEGINNING!!!! 
(cackles evilly)
Summary: The first in a series about Scully's adventures at a lesbian 
swing club...y'know, the kind where anything...and I do mean 
ANYTHING...goes. This tells how she meets her oft-companion to the club, 
and lover...and the woman who helps her discover her sexuality.

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   It started out pretty innocently...if that could be said of going to 
a strip club to 'explore' the possibility of her lesbianism. But at 
first it was just that...a strip club. Just a test...to see if she was 
turned on by the sight of near-naked women doing their best to look 
seductive to the audience.
   Yeah. Reeeeeal innocent.

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   It was midafternoon, and the club's patrons looked like businessmen 
who had slipped out of the office for a couple hours to escape into a 
fantasy realm. Three young, beautiful, well-built woman were dancing 
erotically on a long runway, surrounded by a ringside chair. Small, 
mostly unnocupied tables were spread throughout the dimly lit club. 
There were probably fifteen men in the place, no more. Three topless 
waitresses hustled drinks from the bar to the tables and ringside 
chairs. They wore only G-strings and stiletto heels, the same 'uniform' 
as the dancers. In fact, they probably were dancers.
   A strinkingly beautiful black woman, with large, rounded breasts that 
sagged just enough for Scully to belive that they were real, walked up 
to her with a look of slight concern on her pretty face. She was about 
six feet and had a body and good looks that could make any man in his 
right mind cream in his jeans. Scully felt a quivering in her cunt and 
smiled at the sensation.
   She asked the woman if she could sit anywhere. The waitress returned 
the smile and nodded. Dana walked over to a table, set apart from the 
all-male crowd so she could observe things. The beautiful Amazon 
followed and took her order for a glass of red wine.
   Scully watched the woman walk away, her luscious, ripe ass cheeks 
bare except for the string running up her crack. Her firm cheeks shook 
subtly as she walked, making Scully's cunt lubricate. She started to 
feel more like a young, sexy woman than a middle-aged, frustrated FBI 
agent.
   She turned her attention to the three young Amazons dancing on the 
long elevated wooden runway. One was a brunette, the other a blond, and 
the third, another black woman. All three shook their breasts a lot when 
they danced. Every male eye in the place was glued to their delectable 
bodies.
   Scully felt waves of passion strangle her as the blond knelt in front 
of some guy's face. She spread her legs apart and pulled her tiny 
G-string out away from her. The guy leant forward, a rolled-up bill 
between his lips. From her vantage point, Scully could see the rolled-up 
bill enter the dancer, sliding slightly into her prett pussy. She 
watched the guy's tonge lick her pussy, a portion of it disappearing 
inside her, and after giving the guy a brief taste, the blond backed 
away from him, covered herself with the barely-there loin patch, and 
rose to her feet, dancing and swaying her way toward another horny male 
spectator.
   Scully's nipples had stiffened considerably and were tingling, poking 
through her blouse. She had never seen such a public display of 
sexuality before, and was amazed at how much it had turned her on. It 
was amazing to her at how a guy could go into a topless bar and poke his 
tonge into a stranger's pussy. Dana also found herself wondering if the 
dancers would be as obliging to a woman with a rolledup bill between her 
lips.
   The beautiful black woman returned with her glass of wine. She set it 
down before Dana, then pulled a chair out and set her naked ass down. 
She smiled warmly, and asked Scully what she was doing here, not in an 
intimidating way, just out of curiousity.
  Scully took a sip of wine, looking over the Amazon's breasts and 
felling her own nipples tingling. She didn't know what it was aobut the 
woman, maybe it was her nudity, maybe her beauty, maybe her genuine 
warmth, but Scully felt she could confide in this stranger. So she did. 
Se told the woman about the past fifteen years and how frustrating they 
had been for her sexually. The woman nodded, seeming to understand.
   Her name was Julia, and she was 23 years old. She was a lesbian, and 
she said that four of the six woman working there that afternoon were 
lesbians. The only ones who weren't were the blond and a sultry, long 
and lean beauty who was currently draped over a rich-loking guy at the 
other end of the runway.
   Scully asked her why a lesbian would dance, essentially naked, in 
front of a bunch of horny guys, and Julia laughed warmly, her dark eyes 
twinkling mischievously. Scully decided that she liked Julia's soft 
laugh. It sounded sweet, and genuine
   "We get paid for showing guys our pussies, not for fucking them," 
Julia explained. "Actually," she added thoughtfully, "it gives me a kind 
of charge, to have these guys drooling over something they can't have. 
You learn real quick in this business that most guys'll do anything to 
get a taste of pussy. It gives me a real sense of power. I can taunt 
them and tease them and drive themm out of their worthless fuckin' 
minds, and then watch them cum and put a huge stain on the front of 
their pants. Then they'll have to go home to the little wifey and 
explain how they got cum stains on the front of their pants." Julia 
chuckled, and Scully joined her.
   Julia reached under the table and gave Scully's thigh a firm squeeze, 
then winked and said, "Stick around a while. I'll be dancing in about 
fifteen minutes. If you'd like to move up next to the runway, I'll let 
you lick my pussy."
   Spellbound, Scully could only nod, and watch Julia walk away from the 
table, seing her shake her ass a bit more deliberately this time, 
knowing she was doing it for a very special audience. Scully stuffed a 
hand between her legs, pressing her pussy through her thin cotton pants, 
feeling moist heat radiating from inside her.
   Half a dozen guys were seated along the runway, leaning forward to 
reach for the three dancers. A big, burly bouncer stood to the sid, 
watching with his powerful arms folded across his massive chest, not 
missing a thing, eyes constantl scanning the room. Scully knew that if 
any of tthe guys got out of hand, the bouncer would be on them ina 
second, kicking their asses into the street.
   Julia served a drink to one of them. His hand pressed tightly against 
her gorgeous ass, giving it a squeeze. She laughed good-naturedly and 
spun away from his grasp. The bouncer seemed to coil, like a cobra ready 
to strike, but relaxed a bit when he saw how Julia could handle herself. 
Scully had to admit, that with her height, and her muscles, Julia was 
not a woman you could easily intimidate.
   Julia leaned forward to get another guy's order. Her beautiful 
breasts dangled down tantalizingly, one brushing the guy's face. He made 
no move toward her, however. Scully had to give the guy points for his 
self control.
   As the hard-driving rock music faded out, the three dancers hopped 
unceremoniously off the runway, the black woman and the brunette walking 
side by side, each with a hand on the other's ass.
   The three topless waitresses then climbed onto the runway. A smoky 
blue spotlight shined on their gorgeous bodies and the music began to 
crescendo through the speakers.
   Scully rose from the table and walked right up to the runway, sitting 
not too far away form Julia, mesmerized by her shapely legs and her 
sequined G-string, the sequins bouncing glitters of light into various 
directions and making her crotch look scrumptious.
   Scully's eyes climbed Julia's flat, warm chocolate tummy, and finally 
met with the woman's shaking breasts, looking so full and ripe like 
melons. There were no stretch marks of blotches, just soft, creamy 
flesh, tighty stretched, capped by dark-chocolate colored nipples 
jutting out from her pale areolae. Dana looked at the woman's beautiful 
face, and their eyes made contact. She had sparkling dark green eyes, 
locked on Scully's ice-blue ones. Subtle moisture glistened on her skin 
under the smoky blue spotlight, and the blue hue gave Julia a dreamlike 
appearance. 
   Her lithe body moved gracefully to the hard, primal beat of the 
music. Julia's eyes held Dana's and seemed to draw Dana into her soul. 
Scully could feel the music inside of herself and could nearly feel 
Julia's warm, delectable body moving against hers. One of Scully's hands 
grasped the wine glass, and the other was balled between her legs, 
pushing her arousal to the limits.
   It never occurred to her that anyone would be watching her except 
Julia. In fack, she had almost forgotten that she was in a public place. 
Dana had been drwan into Julia's act, and she was her entire world at 
that moment. 
   Scully's tongue rimmed her lips, as did Julia's. Dana's nipples 
stiffened even more under the blouse and the fabric of her bluse rubbing 
against them made them tingle erotically. Scully was thankful she'd 
opted *not* to wear a bra. Her thighs flexed around her fist and she 
rubbed it even harder against her creamy cunt. Her eyes never left Julia 
for a second.
   Julia moved right to the edge of the runway, squatting down in front 
of Dana, her ass resting on her heels, her knees on either side of 
Dana's shoulders as she leaned out of her chair. Dana's head was at 
crotch level and Julia pulled her sequined loin clothe out in front of 
her, displaying her prett pussy. Her wispy pubes were shaved into a 
tight V above her slightly pouting lips. Her clit was swollen and 
sticking out between those soft folds of flesh. Scully breathed deeply, 
getting a large whiff of her hot, musky scent.
   Julia put her hand on Scully's head and pulled Dana right into her. 
Scully's tongue extended and licked the younger woman's pussy, 
penetrating her and getting a taste of her juice. Scully moaned almost 
involuntarily. Julia tasted and smelled like a fantasy. Dana loved her 
tangy flavour and her hot scent of arousal. It made her pussy quake, 
turning hot and creamy. 
   Julia's head lowered to Dana's and she whispered, smiling, "I get off 
work after this routine ends. Wait for me over there, and I'll take you 
backstage. I really want you to come home with me, if you wouldn't 
mind."
   "Mind?" Dana whispered back. "Mind? Why would I mind coming home with 
someone like you?"
   Julia smiled. "Great. Wait over there," she motioned towards the 
steps leading to a door that entered the runway, "and I'll meet you 
after this routine."
   Dana nodded. Julia rose, and Scully collapsed back into her chair. 
She sat down on someone's tightly squeezing hand, and jerked her head 
instinctively to the right, to see a man grinning lewdly at her. Scully 
reached down, grabbed his wrist, and shoved it away, lightly digging her 
nails into it. This was a moment for Dana and Julia. 
   She looked around for the bouncer, and nodded toward the guy next to 
her, who was trying not-too-subtly to move his hand closer to her chest. 
The bouncer was there in a second. "This guy giving you trouble, ma'am?"
   Scully nodded slightly. The guy, upon seeing the well-muscled 
bouncer, paled. "No, sir! Not at all," he stammered. "Me an' the lady 
ish good friendsh...grreat friendsh..." he trailed off in a drunken 
stupor.
   The bouncer, unimpressed, grabbed the guy's wrist. "C'mon. I've seen 
you around here before, buddy, and you've had other warnings. Now get."
   The guy, not too annoyed, seeing as how he couldn't remember his own 
name right now, stumbled towards the door.
   The bouncer smailed slightly at Dana, not coming on to her, just 
being friendly. An alarm seemed to go off in her head. Her first message 
on Gaydar?
   He walked off, and Scully turned her attention to the stage, where 
Julia smiled warmly and winked at her, then nodded towards the bouncer, 
seeming to know what Scully was wondering. *Gay,* she mouthed.
   The music's pulse seemed to slow, and Scully jumped up, practically 
sprinting to the end of the stage.

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