The Chronicle's of Laura - Marie - part 3

Marie handed her coat in at the cloakroom counter and took a ticket, which she placed in her purse.  She wore a dark grey sleeveless, backless dress that dropped to mid-thigh. Her husband had agreed it was perfect for wearing to a gay nightclub.

“Stay close, Isobel, it is quite full in here.” She turned and led her daughter up the steps into the nightclub, apologising to a girl who had stepped out and bumped into her, for a moment she had thought the woman’s hand had caressed her ass but there were so many people swirling around she dismissed it as an accident. Yet as she continued up the stairs, she could almost feel a warm glow where contact had been made.

Lesbianism is perfectly natural

The thought crept into her mind as the wall lights seemed to pulse the same colour display that Laura had in her office.

They reached the top, and Marie looked about until she saw Laura seated at a table with her secretary.

Laura was wearing a long, elegant mid-green dress, and the young assistant beside her was in a light cream figure-hugging, lace-up, backless, slit-hem dress that showed almost every inch of skin permissible. Any less material would have classed it as lingerie.

Marie was amazed how beautiful and sexy a lot of the girls were, she had somehow imagined a view of butch women in overalls and to see these pretty girls in almost next to nothing outfits was a surprise.

PERFECTLY NATURAL FOR WOMEN TO ENJOY LOOKING AT BEAUTIFUL WOMEN

She had to shake her head briefly to stop herself watching a slim black girl in a short white dress who was dancing close to an Asian girl who wore a multi-coloured thigh-length leather outfit.

WOMEN CAN FIND OTHER WOMEN ATTRACTIVE

She walked over to the therapist, her daughter following in her wake, glancing right to left at the beautiful girls who all seemed to want to make eye contact with her. She stopped at the table, and Laura waved at the seats beside them.

“Hello, Laura, I hope this idea of yours works, but if I feel uncomfortable in the first thirty minutes, I will take Isobel home.” She seated herself beside the therapist, leaning over to speak in the noisy atmosphere.

“Hello, Marie.” The predator ran her eyes over the mother before enjoying the view of Isobel in a tight silk dress, which looked like it belonged in a bedroom.

“You both look absolutely beautiful; I am sure tonight will put your mind at ease.” She added.

“Well, I must admit it looks different to how I imagined,” Marie said as she watched a young girl in a short dress dance.

“Let me introduce my assistant, Leia” Laura gestured to the young, slim girl with long straight brown hair and an olive complexion.

Marie smiled at the assistant, taking the opportunity to look down the lace front at the glimpse of breast and then glanced around the club, which was full of girls of different ages, a few gay men danced with them.

Lesbianism is perfectly natural

The phrase ran through her mind on a loop like lyrics on a trending pop song.

It did not cross her mind that the table had been reserved for them, so they had the best view of the dancefloor, or that Laura had nodded to several of the staff as they walked through to their seats. All had walked through her door seeking advice and been converted, now they worked for an owner who was happy to help Laura in claiming another fresh face for her establishment.

“Why don’t the three of you go and have a dance, so that Isobel can experience the group bonding it can bring, rather than the solo dating approach so many expect on the dance floor,” Laura suggested to Marie.

Marie had a large sip of her wine and followed the other two out into the centre of the floor and started dancing. She was feeling increasingly lightheaded and excited, as the drink worked its magic, and the dancefloor lighting was interspersed with the coloured messages. As the music pounded, other girls came towards their circle and slowly broke it up, so that now the three had become a five, then a seven, and an eight. All the moves seemed innocent and fun, and when Marie was faced by a stranger, the girl would break into a smile to put her at ease.

It seemed like Isobel was moving further away as she danced with Leia; one minute they were several feet away from each other, then they would be obscured by dancers and appear to be in close contact. Marie found it hard to follow them with all of the distractions. Laura had a perfect view of her assistant and Isobel as they danced, the couple now dancing in an embrace as they ran their hands over each other, leaned in to kiss, and then separated and danced.

Leia had moved further away, slowly out of sight with Isobel, a brief glimpse of her dress visible amongst the moving dancers who seemed to fill the void left behind. She was now dancing with strangers and losing inhibitions as the beat of the music seemed to pound inside her head. Suddenly, the crowd seemed to part, and her view was suddenly taken by a tall, powerfully built black woman with long dreadlocked plaits and wearing just a silver sequinned bikini, who seemed to stalk towards her

“Where have you been hiding, my little princess?” The scantily clad Amazonian woman said as she invaded her personal space and slipped an arm around her waist, whisking her into a dance.

Marie was losing judgment, feeling intoxicated with happiness as the woman placed a large hand on her back and pulled her tight against her.

“This lesbian claims you.” She said kissing her strongly, her tongue sliding into her mouth.

‘I have never been kissed like that, held like that, been so wanted.’ Marie told herself through her hazy thoughts as she held on tightly to her partner.

“It looks like you have been denying your inner lesbian, my princess, show me a kiss worth staying for.”

The dancer kissed again, and this time Marie kissed back, groaning at the force of the hard tongue that slid into her mouth seeming to fill her mouth like a hard cock, thrusting in deep, groaning further when the powerful hand slid down and roughly grasped her ass. No man had ever held her so blatantly sexual and domineering.

“Oh princess, such a timid little kiss, kiss me like you want me to take you away and fuck you.” Another firm kiss, and Marie put the remaining energy she had into matching it. She heard a deep chuckle from her partner and was pulled further into the crowd of dancers until she was swallowed up. She felt multiple hands caressing her, lips kissing her neck, face, and breasts. Her dress slid away, and she didn’t care; she danced with her partner in her underwear as more girls formed around her, boxing her in, seeming to absorb her.

Laura watched her disappear and welcomed Isobel's return from her dance.

“It looks like your mother has made a new friend and will be making her way home tonight. She said you could stay with me tonight. Would you like that?”

“Yes.” The young girl smiled happily.

“Then let me see how well you dance in my arms.” The predatory therapist stood up and took her hand, leading her back onto the dancefloor.

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Marie woke up in a strange bed in the arms of her lover.

“What have I done?” she asked, bewildered and shocked.

The black woman reached out a hand and pressed a remote. “You did all of this willingly.”

She gave a deep chuckle as Marie watched herself on film making love, spreading herself for an eager tongue, riding a strapon as if she was jockeying a horse, and finally having cum sliding into the grasp of her lover and falling asleep.

“You have a lot to catch up on little princess, having spent all night making you cum it’s only fair you return the favour. Down you go, sweetheart.”

Marie felt a powerful hand on her shoulder push her down to serve her new lover.

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Isobel also woke in a strange bed, sandwiched between two women, she felt an arm snake across her stomach and pull her close.

“Did last night help you decide on your sexuality?” Laura asked as she slid two fingers into the girls moist quim.

Her eyes rolling with pleasure, she thrust down on the wet fingers. “Yes.”

“So are you a lesbian slut, looking for an owner, or a good girl dreaming of marriage?”

“Slut.” She humped herself against the fleshy digits.

“Prove it. “She kissed her hard as Isobel felt Leia wake and roll against her from behind.

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The last appointment of the day was with the newly turned mother. Laura saw her seated and opened the conversation, she knew Marie was now turned but in the denial phase.

“Hello Marie, I am not sure what happened the other night, but you left quite early. I was wondering what your thoughts were on the evening.”

Laura knew everything that had happened but chose to torment the woman by feigning ignorance of the events.

“I was a little unwell and needed some fresh air. I knew Isobel would be looked after, so I thought it best to have an early night.”

“That sounds like a wise decision. Will you be returning to the club to verify that it is a perfect environment for Isobel to understand that lesbianism is not compulsory, nor is it a sin?”

“I was planning on visiting a few more times to make sure, yes. In fact, I probably have time when I leave here to call in for a few hours.”

“And your husband agrees with your actions?”

“He is very supportive and wants what is best for Isobel.”

“Then it sounds like a wise decision, the more you visit and interact with the girls, the better your ability to form a valued judgment. I like the dress you chose to wear tonight, it suits you.”

“Yes, it is lovely, one of the ladies I met at the club bought it for me.”

Marie was unaware how much she smiled as she said that, giving a little twirl to show the tight, small club dress off.

“That was very kind of her, I am sure she can’t wait to see you in it.”

A blush in her cheeks gave away her feelings before she answered.

“It was kind, yes, I hope she is there.”

“Well, if she isn’t, I am sure there are plenty of other girls to admire your dress.”

“I hope so. I think I should be going if I want to find a date, I mean a spot to sit.”

“By all means, I am sure you will have a lovely evening. Is your husband dropping Isobel off later?”

Marie looked at her watch. “In twenty minutes. I told him you feel Isobel will benefit from some time on the couch.”

“Yes, I think she needs this, well, have fun tonight.” Laura rose and walked Marie to the door.

A short while later, there was a tap on her door, and Leia walked in.

“Your next appointment is here, shall I send her in?”

“Please do.” Laura walked around the desk to meet Isobel.

“I promised your mother I would have several sessions with you on the couch, and I think we should start now.” She stepped closer to the girl and undid the blouse she wore, pushing it off her shoulders, unfastening her skirt, and letting it fall away, and took her hand and led her to the wide reclining couch.

“Make yourself comfortable, I am about to join you.”

The therapist hooked her fingers under the straps of the light dress she wore and eased it down to the floor.

This is the first of your many sessions on the couch.