JACKIE AND CINDY MEET. It was Friday afternoon and I was glad I didn't have a date. I'dbeen asked but nothing seemed right about any of them. I justwanted to be alone. Seattle was rainy when I boarded the United flight to LosAngeles. Where did they get the LAX from and the other names forthe airports anyway? Who's job was it at the CAB to name them? First class always appeals to me. Not just in flights buteverything else too. I guess I just feel more important when Ispend more money on me. Clothes, car, my hair, having my nailsdone, a facial, presents for friends, restaurants and flying infirst class. Why was I thinking of all these things? My mind waswandering. My presentation this morning went well. I was proud of myself.Somehow, being the only woman in the meeting made me proud."Itwas a man's world" was boring but it still held true in mycareer. Marketeers were almost all men up to five years ago withBennett Financial. I even feel that it should be men out makingthe living in their little Brooks Bros. suits and wing tip shoesand white button down shirts. I don't want to be out here inSeattle, flying, working, driving with little time for me. That'swhy I'm glad I don't have a date this evening when I get home. Ijust want to be alone. "Excuse me, ma'am" the attendant was saying. I guess I haddropped off. I was aware that my right foot was asleep and myshoes had gone under my seat. I was turned on my right sidesleeping. I had a vague feeling of being wakened in the middle ofan anxious dream and at first I was a little afraid. Where was I?"Excuse me, Miss Albright, I don't mean to wake you but we needto move a passenger up next to you; we seem to be having someproblem getting her lights and fan to work, do you mind?" I still was a little foggy. I must have been sleeping for sometime. I usually only have trouble waking after I fall asleep forone or two hours in the afternoon. I didn't even answer and Inoticed another woman standing next to the flight attendant. Shewas going to sit next to me. "I'm Jackie Montague. I hope you don't mind awfully letting mesit next to you. The controls over my seat weren't working and Icouldn't read and there was no fan. I guess there was some kindof electrical problem, nothing major." I answered not fully awake. Mostly nodded. "That's fine. I'mCindy Albright, please sit down." My valise was not on the seatnext to me but I guessed the flight attendant had put itoverhead. Jackie rang the call button. The attendant arrived. "I'd like aglass of orange juice, may I order something for you Cindy"?Orange juice sounded great right now and something in her voicewas strangely appealing. I answered right away. "Yes, I'd likeorange juice too, please". Jackie stared at me for just a moment longer than necessary. Asmile came over her mouth. Strangely appealing. "I'm going to LA,you?" she said. The way she spoke. Very direct. That's whateveryone at work says is my claim to success. Being direct. Ididn't feel direct though. She was direct. And her stare was sortof piercing. She smiled when she spoke but it didn't really seemlike a complete smile. Just partly. The rest of her smile was asthough she was holding something back. "Me too. I live in LA and have been in Seattle for a couple ofdays. My work." Jackie sipped her drink. "What kind of work are you involved in?"Now we were going to do some chit chat I could see but she seemeda little more interesting than most. For the last two days I hadbeen involved in so many sets of small talk that I hoped we couldreally talk. I wanted to really talk. No more chit chat, please."I work for a financial corporation that sells certain productsto banks. I've been in Seattle presenting our product line to acouple of banks." "I live in LA and work for CNN, the news tv channel," Jackiesaid. "I'm in sales too, a little like you, I imagine, Cindy." Noone ever calls me by my name. Somehow, it always sounds serious.Like when I was a little girl and my mom would call me into thehouse, especially if I had done something to displease her.Jackie appeared to be about five years older than me. It was hardto tell in this light, though. Five or six years older I wouldguess. I had just had my twenty-eighth birthday about a month earlier. Icould forget about most of it except the cake with the candlethat Frank ordered at the restaurant he had taken me to. Not thecake, the song the waiters had struggled through. It washorrible. But it was funny. Frank was funny that night too. Frankwas usually not too funny. I was glad we were taking some timeaway from each other to think out our relationship. Jackie was impeccably dressed in a dark tailored suit, whiteblouse, tie and dark heels. I hadn't noticed but she lookedsomewhat masculine. Her hair was dark and fairly short. She had avery serious business look about her. And she seemed sure ofherself. The way I always wanted to feel, but didn't. She had thelook of success in the marketing field that many women now had.But she looked successful. I tried but she had the look andprobably would have it no matter what she was wearing. "I'm going to have a glass of wine and I'd like you to join me",Jackie said. She rang the call button as I was nodding myapproval. Her nails were done very nicely and recently too. Ialways notice nails. Yesterday, I had run into a woman from acompeting financial company, coming out from giving apresentation to one of the banks I had called on. She had beenjust in front of me and I guess I had arrived a little early.Usually, I don't get to see the people who are before me. It isconsidered in poor taste to allow people in competition toactually see one another. Probably just an example of one of theunwritten rules made by men before I got on the scene. Her nailslooked terrible. I laughed; maybe that was why I had beenreceived so nicely at First Interstate Bank. "To a new friendship" I heard Jackie say as she held up her glassfor a toast. I clicked my glass against hers. The wine was good.Cold and not too sweet. "I toured the wine country in northernCalifornia last year on vacation." Jackie was speaking again tome. I liked the crispness in her voice. There was a faint accentI couldn't place. "I've never been" I heard myself saying. The wine was giving me awarm all over feeling and I was looking at Jackie to see what shewas going to say next. I guess she must have seen me almoststaring at her. She smiled again. "Do you like wine?" she asked me. "Yes, but I don't know much about it" I responded. I had finishedmy glass and felt good. Jackie had pushed the call button againand had ordered us both another glass. She seemed to know that Iwanted another because she didn't bother to ask me first. I found myself talking about my work and about Frank, dating andhow I looked forward to a weekend without a date. I talked andtalked. Jackie would stop me occasionally to ask me questions butshe really didn't say much about herself. She was a vicepresident of a certain division of CNN and had been with them forabout five years. She covered the West Coast and travelled often.We both went to many of the same cities. We were now approaching LAX and the seat belt sign had just comeon. I was still holding my wine glass and Jackie noticed the signcoming on and reached over me and fastened my belt for me. Shesmiled again. She was very pretty as she got close to me. Hersmile and her manner told me everything was alright. I felt safewith her. With Frank, I never felt safe. I was always the one todecide things, figure out where we were going. Frank would neverhave thought to buckle my seat belt if we were travelingtogether. It was nice. I liked her. "Why don't we get together this weekend and go shopping or todinner? I don't have any plans and I'd like your company," Jackiesaid. I was just thinking the same thing but I couldn't get thenerve to say anything. I was glad she spoke up. "I'd like that" I responded. We exchanged phone numbers and shesaid she would call me the next morning around 11:00. It was around dusk when the plane touched down and we parked atthe terminal. Jackie shook my hand and kissed me lightly on theleft cheek. She smelled very good. I was already looking forwardto her call tomorrow. "Hello" I spoke nervously into the phone when it rang. It was11:20 a.m. and she was late. Or, I hoped it was her. I hadconsidered calling her but I felt foolish. I was eager to speakwith her again. How could this be? I was actually drawn to thisattractive woman somewhat older than me. "Hello Cindy, this is Jackie. I hope I didn't keep you waitingtoo long. I did want you to wait a little and wonder. Did youwonder if I was going to call, Cindy?" How did she know? Whatmade it somehow exciting being made to wait. It usually made mevery mad to have to wait for anything. Lines at the supermarket.Lines at the bank. If Frank made me wait I would be furious andprobably tell him that I did not want to see him. This wasdifferent. "Yes, I did wonder why you didn't call at eleven and I wonderedif you were going to call at all." Oh god, why did I tell herthat? It was bad enough that I was looking forward to seeinganother woman again but now I have told her. "Good, I'll pick you up at seven o'clock sharp, be ready. We'llbe going to a club on the westside for dinner. I suggest you weara dress, something light, and heels," she stated in no uncertainterms and very business like, again. I had a light summer dress Ihad just gotten the week before and hadn't worn it. It was ablack and white print that was tight in the stomach. I could wearclothes that were tight in the stomach. I had a good figure, Ieven thought so. And I didn't have to work at it either. Mymother and I have the same shape. She never has to work at it.Although I like to work out at the gym, aerobics three times aweek, I don't have to. I'm just lucky. Paula, at the office,works out with me sometimes in the morning. She was alwaysgriping because she had to diet constantly and work out regularlyand still couldn't fit into the clothes I did and I never had toworry. She said it made her mad. She was jealous and I wasflattered. During the rest of the day I found myself daydreaming of Jackie.What she would wear, where we would go, what was this "club" wewere going to, what was the food they served, why was I thinkingof her, how could I be excited about seeing her and what wasreally a date? I heard the doorbell first. It was about six forty-five. Itcouldn't be Jackie. She would probably be late. I looked throughthe peep hole in the door. There she was and I wasn't completelydressed yet. It was unsettling to have her early. She was eitherlate or early. What was she trying to do? "Hello Cindy," Jackie said. She moved close and kissed me againon the cheek. If I hadn't moved my face over, instinctively, shewould have kissed me on the mouth. I found myself opening thedoor without thinking and she moved past me into the living room."You have a nice place. Go ahead and finish getting ready. I'lljust make myself at home." She moved into the living room and Iwas struck by the difference in the way she was dressed. She hadon black leather pants and matching top and black high heels. Herhair was more tightly done. She was beautiful. She was differentthan in the plane. Immediately, I felt a little afraid of what Iwas getting myself into and very excited. I hadn't felt like thisfor a long time and it was fun to upset my drab life like this. I nervously moved about in my bedroom trying to finish as quicklyas possible. I finished my hair and makeup. I was actually havingtrouble putting on my lipstick. I was scared. How could this be?I never remember being scared of anyone. But I was scared ofJackie and I don't know why. And she was dressed so differentlythan when we met. And I wasn't dressed anything like she was.What would she think? What did she think? I nervously finished. Ididn't want to keep her waiting. "You look very pretty" Jackie said when I finally got back intothe living room where she was standing. She looked too good. Ishouldn't feel this way. Not with a woman. I was supposed to feelthis way about a man coming to pick me up for an uncertainevening. But when Frank picked me up nothing was uncertain andeverything was mundane. Everything was safe. Sometimes I neededto be safe. I felt strangely safe with Jackie but afraid at thesame time. "Thank you" I mumbled. "Am I dressed alright?" I asked, now awareof my nervousness and afraid she would be able to tell. "Just right" she answered and smiled. I felt better. We walked toher car and she opened the door for me. She touched my shoulder,very lightly, as I got into the car. She drove some kind offoreign car, with four doors, maybe a Mercedes. I'm not good atcars. I usually think of them as dark, light, foreign or sportscars. Hers was dark and foreign. It was the kind I would expecther to drive. Unusual, just like her. "I want you to relax and have a good time. We're going to a clubwhere I go, often. They have good food and music. I don't wantyou to be alarmed but there are mostly women here. Not that menare not allowed but it gives us time with mostly women. I likethat sometimes. It's no big deal. You'll have a good time. Peopleknow me here. It's quiet until about eight thirty and then themusic comes on. It gets kind of noisy then. Do you like todance?" I love to dance. My girlfriend and I used to dance together whenwe were about twelve or thirteen. We would laugh and watchSoultrain on tv. Mostly we danced fast, trying to get the movesdown so we looked good when we went to school dances. "Yes, I love to dance." I couldn't think of what to say. All of asudden I was out of things to say. That was unlike me. The club was in the West Hollywood area and was called All Of Me.It seemed like a fitting name for a club in West Hollywood. Itwas dark on the outside and you really couldn't tell what it was.It looked like it needed some work on the outside of thebuilding. We pulled around back because the side parking lot wasfull. There seemed to be a lot of cars. As we walked to thefront door Jackie took a hold of my arm and guided me inside.There were a lot of people. No, there were a lot of women. Women.I didn't see any men. There was a long bar on the left as weentered and tables all around the place with a dance floor towardthe back. There was a hint of some music not loud enough toreally hear. "Hi, Jackie" I heard an attractive lady say as we walked to thebar. Quite a few women nodded to Jackie and I could tell she knowa lot of them. We stood at the bar and Jackie spotted a coupleof bar stools near the far end. She took my hand and we walked tothem and sat down. "What would you like to drink, Cindy?" She did it again. Sayingmy name made me feel important. I liked the way Jackie treatedme. "I'll have white wine" I told her and sat quietly on the barstool. I heard her order our drinks. "I'm going to put our names down for a table. I'll be back in asecond" she said and then walked off. I noticed several womenstopped to talk with her and she seemed to have a number offriends. A couple of them looked at me and I could tell they weretalking about me. Jackie made her way through the mass of womento the front near the door and I could see her talking to someonethat apparently worked here. I guessed she was giving her name.Then she was coming back. I found myself staring at her as shewalked back. She moved very gracefully but at the same time sheseemed masculine in her movements. She was a striking combinationof contrasts. I wanted her to touch me again. "Well, what do you think of the club?" she asked me. "I'm intrigued. I've never been to a club where there were onlywomen." There must have been one hundred altogether. It was hardfor me to tell. It was fairly dark but there seemed to be aboutfifteen or twenty tables around the bar area and up against thedance floor. At some of them there were three and at some therewere two women. Some had dinners and some looked like they werejust drinking. And smoking. I was aware that the rooms seemedfilled with smoke. That made it appear more difficult to see allthe people present. There seemed to be a number of women dressedin leather, too. Some in dresses and some in pants like Jackie.There were no men. Nowhere. I had never been to an all women clubor anything for that matter with not one single man. I was amember of a women's business club but they even seemed to have acouple of men present, either to talk or a friend of someone. "I come here often. It's a lot of fun when the music starts"Jackie said, looking at me intently. That was it. She was veryintense. The way she stared and her eyes. Actually, her wholeface. I could tell that when she was after something her wholebeing was involved. Now she seemed to be involved in just lookingme over and it was unsettling. "I like the way you're dressed tonight, Cindy. You are verypretty and appealing to me." Jackie didn't mince words. I likedhearing that and I didn't like it. It bothered me that I likedit. I wasn't supposed to like hearing that. I could hear my oldersister telling me that now. I think she is the voice of myconscience that I hear inside my head. I was aware she waslooking straight at me again. In fact, she had been looking rightat my eyes since she spoke. I hadn't looked up at her yet. I waslooking at my hands fidgeting in my lap. I felt like such a younggirl at that moment and so uncertain of myself. No one had mademe feel like that before. No, that wasn't true. My mother hadmade me feel that way too. Usually when I was being scolded. Iwould sit looking down with my hands fidgeting in my lap. Justlike now. I felt like a naughty young girl again. I liked thatfeeling in some strange and perverse way. "Look at me when I talk to you Cindy" I heard my mother saying,but it was Jackie this time. I felt her hand go under my chin andpull my head up to meet her gaze. "Did you hear me, Cindy?" Before I even considered the implications of her command to me orher question, I heard myself answering "Yes ma'am". This couldn'tbe happening. I was reverting to being a young girl again. I wasnervous and scared and excited too. It was very confusing. Icouldn't believe I had actually answered "Yes ma'am" to her. Howwas she getting me to feel this way. Why was I not in charge asusual? Why was she in charge of me? What was she doing? I wanted some more wine. "May I have another glass of wine?" Iasked her. "What do we say, Cindy, when we ask for something?" Jackieresponded. I couldn't believe this. Who did she think she was?How could she talk to me like this? I thought we were friends. Instinctively, and maybe because of the wine, in fact mostlybecause of the wine I told myself, my answer was "May I haveanother glass of wine, please?" I looked at her and she wasstaring at me. Then a smile crept over her face. She liked mesaying please. "Very good, Cindy, yes you may" and with that she ordered anotherglass of wine for me. Our table was now ready and she took myarm to guide me in the direction we were going. Our hostess movedus toward the back of the large room we were in toward an emptybooth close to the dance floor. I moved in first and Jackie wasright behind me. Once in the booth, Jackie had me move close to her. I movedwithout hesitation. I was captivated by her and her directions tome. I seemed to do what she said without thinking. I seemeddizzy. I realized at that point that I had not eaten all day andI still wasn't hungry. I was anxious about seeing her and now Iwas dizzy and actually growing excited. Me excited with anotherwoman. In college my room mate and I had become best friends andshe and I had talked about lesbian relationships and had plannedto make love some time but we never did. We were both afraid ofthe consequences. Now Jackie was talking and I was listening. About the men in herlife. About the women. About her dominating personality. Why shethought I was attracted to her. I couldn't believe she actuallywas talking about me wanting her, how I was getting excited and Iwould come to need her. What was happening to me? She was themost exciting and interesting person I had ever met. Man orwoman. I had never felt like this. It seemed alright in somestrange way. Everything seemed alright. This place. Me. Jackie.All the women. And the wine. I was feeling very dizzy. "You need to have something to eat, Cindy," I heard her saying. Icouldn't look up to see her gaze upon me. She ordered us bothsomething. I ate. I didn't even notice what it was. I finished mywine. I was very mechanical at this point. I was very excited. "Are you listening to me, Cindy?" I felt dreamy. Things feltsurrealistic. Her voice penetrated my trance. "Young lady, I amspeaking to you!" She was now speaking louder and I noticed thatother people were now looking at me. The music had not startedand it seemed the only noise I heard was Jackie's strong,demanding voice. I couldn't answer. I wouldn't answer. This wasall too humiliating. At first I wasn't sure what happened. My head was thrown back andI was startled. My left cheek was burning. "Answer me thisinstance or I will slap your face again!" I was wide awake now. Ihad just been slapped. I looked at Jackie's face and she was veryunhappy. The smile from earlier was gone completely. She waslooking so sternly at me, glaring, that I was aware mostly ofbeing afraid. I was aware of feeling shameful and aware that Ihad made her mad. Very mad. I was a little girl again and she wasmy mommy. I was a naughty little girl. I had just received thefirst face slapping of my life. Even my mother never did that. Iwas horrified. I was mad. The next table was mumbling and seemedto enjoy the spectacle. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening" I was able to get out. I hoped itwould be enough. "I do not enjoy talking and having you ignore me, Cindy. Do notlet that happen again. It is very rude and you don't want me tothink you are rude, do you?" Jackie asked, delighting in makingme uneasy. "No, I don't" I replied. "No, what, Cindy?" she asked. "No Jackie" I answered, before thinking and now realizing thiswas not the correct response. "You will either address me as ma'am or Ms. Montague, do youunderstand?" I heard her say. "Yes, ma'am" I said. "Cindy, we are just beginning our relationship, and I want toestablish a couple of rules. Listen carefully. First, you hadbest listen when I am talking. When you are talking, I will showyou the courtesy of listening too. Second, I am a firmdisciplinarian and I will not hesitate to enforce proper rules ofconduct for you with discipline. You will learn to do as I saywhen I say and we will get along just fine. Do I make myselfperfectly clear?" Jackie left little for me to misunderstand,although what she had in mind as far as discipline was concernedwas a little confusing to me but I was sure I would find outsoon. I didn't want too much time to elapse, so I kind of blurted outmy response, "I understand." "What?" she retorted. "I'm sorry, I understand Ms. Montague." A dj had assembled on the corner of the dance floor while thiswas all going on and had just put on the first music. I was happybecause it meant I could get out and dance and not have to sitand be tormented any longer. Jackie took my hand and led me onto the dance floor. By now, afew other couples were dancing to the fast and loud music. Thedance floor was very dark lit only by indirect lighting over thebar and tables area. I could see well enough though. We danced a couple of fast ones then a slow song came on. Istarted to leave the dance floor when I felt Jackie grab my armand pull me back toward her. "We are still dancing, where do youthink you're going?" She asked. I replied, "I thought we were finished, ma'am." "Well, we're not." Jackie said. She walked me over to a verydark area of the large dance floor. It looked to me like thedancing was the central theme at this club because the dancefloor was as large as the rest of the club. She led, of course,and held me tightly. She was about two inches taller than I and Ithink our shoes were the same height. About half way into the song I felt her right hand rubbing myback. My dress clung closely to my skin and I did not have a slipon, which I now felt had been a mistake. Her hand was on my ass,rubbing. I felt uneasy thinking others would see, but I feltpowerless to protest and afraid of what might happen if I said ordid something anyway. No sooner had I thought this and the songended. Another slow one started immediately and I wondered ifJackie had somehow signalled the dj to keep the slow ones coming. Now her lips were on my neck. I wasn't thinking of others lookingat this point because as I gazed about the floor I noticed manywomen kissing and necking on the dance floor. I couldn't believeI was actually here, let alone excited. Her kisses went from myneck to my earlobe on my right side. God, this was a turn on. Igasped and sort of lost my breath with my heart skipping a beat.I was getting turned on. If Frank could just see me now. What apicture! Then she kissed me full on the lips and I found our tonguestouching and playing with each other. It was a long andpassionate kiss. I was almost purring. Her hand had gone down andunder the back of my dress. I felt it first on the back of mylegs. Then she was rubbing my ass again, this time on my panties.I was getting hot and I was sure I was wet but I wasn't preparedfor her hand slipping inside my panties to rub my bare buttock.I'm not sure what happened for sure, but I think I reached backto grab her hand. That was a big mistake. I don't actuallyremember much of what happened next. I was being marched out of the club by Jackie who was pulling meby the hand. She was yelling something at me I could not make outbut I certainly had somehow disobeyed her. She grabbed ourpurses from the booth and we were now at her car. I then realizedwhat she was telling me, in a very loud voice. It sank in. "You have been a very bad girl. Do not EVER, EVER grab my handagain when I am doing something with you. If I want to rub yourbare ass in public, I will. You need to find out I mean businessand that's exactly what's going to happen. You have been a bad,naughty, insolent little girl and you're going to be treated likeone." With that, she had unlocked her car door and had climbed into theback seat. I was standing to her right, still in the parking lot.It was fairly well lit and we were alone among the cars. She grabbed my hand and pulled me off balance and over her lap.She instructed me "Get over my lap NOW, Cindy!". I was upended and lying face down over her lap. It was happeningvery fast and she kept scolding me. She must have pulled up mydress because I was no sooner across her lap when I felt her yankmy panties down. I had trouble believing most of this evening butme, a grown successful, career woman lying face down over the lapof a dominant woman in black leather, in the back seat of her carin a public parking lot, about to be spanked, well that defiedanalysis. Then the spanking started. One cheek after the other.It hurt and burned too much. I couldn't stand it. I yelped anddemanded she stop which soon turned to begging and sobbing. Shewould stop, lecture and scold me and spank some more. It wasburning and hurt terribly. I was wiggling and squirming and shescolded me and told me to hold still. Then she took a break, Iguess, and rubbed my ass. I was crying and her hand was soothingme. It was rubbing, tenderly, both cheeks which were very warmnow. She was rubbing over my anus too and then my pussy. I wasdrenched and very embarrassed. She now knew this evening wassexually stimulating to me and there was no way to hide it. Sherubbed across my clitoris and I shivered. She kept rubbing mypussy and put her finger inside. Then she would rub my clitorisagain. Back and forth. With her left hand free, she startedspanking me again, all the while rubbing my clitoris. I climaxed,over her lap, and shuddered and screamed. I have never been soturned on and have not experienced such a strong orgasm before. Afterwards, she had me sit on her lap and she comforted me. Wekissed and she rubbed my breasts. We drove to my house and on theway she told me I would lick her clitoris until she experienced agreat orgasm too. I knew this evening was going to be the first of many with thisdemanding lady. THE END Copyright 1987.Brian Hutton

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