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“Could you at least smile and pretend that you’re having a good time?” Arlene Taylor leaned over and whispered to her companion across the table. “It’s only our first night here and people are already beginning to stare.”
The slightly morose expression on her friend’s face faded to be replaced by the sought after smile. In the same quiet voice she answered her dinner partner.
“I am enjoying myself.” Jeanette Randolph replied. “I was just thinking how much this little trip is costing you.”
“That’s right, costing me, not you.” the 37 year old blonde quickly agreed. “I wanted you to come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a little crazy. Have some fun for a change.”
“I have fun.” said the 34 year brunette.
“Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson plans isn’t what I’m talking about.” Arlene said in a corrective tone. “That’s why I wanted to get you away from all that.”
“Well that you certainly did.” Jeanette finally agreed.
It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small dinner table they were sitting at was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The hall was the main room of an 72 year old mansion that had housed four generations of her owners. The house itself was on the far edge of a tropical resort that could easily accommodated five hundred guests in delightful style. Finally, the resort was situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean island of San Cristobal, some three thousand miles from the two women’s home in upstate New York.
The resort was known world wide as Scarlett’s Cove and it catered to small, select clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club Meds, its purpose was much the same. The one major difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced around the large room. It was a resort for women only, specifically lesbian and bisexual women.
This of course was no problem for either Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been aware of her preference for women since she was 16 years old. It was not however a preference she had ever been comfortable with expressing publicly. Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake couldn’t escape the fear that someone would see her in such a place.
On the other hand, Arlene’s attraction to her own sex had only developed rather recently. Up until two years ago, she had been married to a rather successful and influential member of the community. It was almost ten years into their marriage that she discovered that her husband had a long history of extra-marital encounters. When confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didn’t like it, well then she knew where the door was. Any real love for each other had faded half way through their marriage when it was evident that she wouldn’t be presenting the Taylor Dynasty with an heir.
Unable to turn to any of her so called friends who cared more about social standing than anything else, Arlene had drifted into an affair with a woman she met at the local health club. To her immense delight, she discovered that sleeping with another woman brought out in her a passion that was never evident in her relations with Collin or prior lovers. The affair hadn’t lasted long, but it had changed the course of her life.
After a few months, she had finally gotten the courage to seek a divorce from Collin. Arlene realized all too well that despite his history of infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It wasn’t fair but it was the way it was.
Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most considerate thing he’d ever done in the fourteen years they’d know each other. The 45 year old businessman suffered a massive coronary one Friday afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old secretaries. While she never really wanted Collin dead, just out of her life, the now widowed woman was more than willing to take her freedom anyway she could. And if nothing else, she could take some small comfort knowing that Collin had left this life doing something that he enjoyed.
Since neither had actually initiated divorce proceedings, Arlene had inherited the bulk of the Taylor Estate. It wasn’t considered good manners in polite company to discuss just how large that estate was, but it turned out to be much more than Arlene knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out to enjoy her life. At a charity function at the local high school, Arlene had rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette. They had been close friends during their last two years at Washington High, despite the difference in their ages. Quickly reestablishing the confidences they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new sexual preference.
She was greatly surprised when Jeanette responded that she’d been aware of the delights of lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship. In another reality, the two women might have now become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But in the here and now, otele gelen escort Jeanette was involved in a relationship now going into it’s fourth year and not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and casual encounters. So the two women had become even closer friends instead.
“I still can’t get over this place.” Jeanette said as she finished her panorama of the room. “Who ever came up with this place?”
Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett’s Cove until they switched planes in Jamaica and Arlene sprung it on her. Originally she’d thought they were going to Jamaica.
“Take a look at the painting over on that wall.” Arlene said in response as she pointed to a large portrait hanging over a fireplace.
Jeanette followed her friend’s direction until she focused on the image. The young woman in the painting appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist was the first thing you noticed, framing a creamy white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. The gown she wore was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face.
“That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy.” Arlene said. “And this house and just about everything around it for twenty miles belongs to the McMurphy family. Back in the twenties, her grandfather came to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so many others, he found it. Unlike most of the families that established incredibly profitable enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy was a man of conscience. From the very beginning, he put part of every dollar he made here back into the island. He built the first hospital, then the school. His son continued the tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the island’s young men and women off to colleges in the States. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics had degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40’s and 50’s, San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with a healthy, well educated population.”
Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history yet had never heard of this island until yesterday.
“That’s just to give you a little broad background.” Arlene continued. “The story of Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was born right here in this house. Her grandfather was so taken by her that first time he looked at his newborn heir that he immediately christened this cove – Scarlett’s Cove. Back in those days, few people said no to Sean McMurphy.”
“But what’s that got to do with this resort?” Jeanette inquired.
“Patience, I’m getting to that.” the older woman continued. “Michael McMurphy only had two other children, an older son, Sean Michael and a younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in combat during World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest and heir apparent. By the early fifties, Scarlett had already attended some of the best schools in the world and took control of the day to day operations of the family business.
While it quickly became obvious that she had inherited both her father and grandfather’s business sense, it was also apparent that she had a spirit that really didn’t fit into the somewhat conservative 1950’s. Even more so, it was noticed more and more that she spent most of her time in the company of other young women and there was a definite lack of male companionship in her life. This wasn’t for lack of offers, as you can see from that portrait she was a beauty. Rumors began to circulate, but not too loudly and definitely not within earshot of “Big Mike” McMurphy.
A story went around that some cheap tabloid was going to do a story about Scarlett that all but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it that some friend’s of “Big Mike” visited the owner of that magazine late one night. No one really knows what really happened but the story never saw print and the company went out of business within six months.
Scarlett continued to run the family business until the mid seventies when she suddenly turned control over to her two nephews, the sons of her sister, Mary and retired to the island. A year later she opened Scarlett’s Cove. A place where women like her could come and be themselves for a week or two, away from a prying world.”
“That’s incredible.” Jeanette said. “She must’ve led one interesting life. “
“Led?” Arlene asked. “Sweetheart, she still runs the place.”
Arlene didn’t answer, she just turned her had back to the nearby portrait and took another long hard look.
Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar face. It wasn’t that she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful face was recognizable the world over – Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her out.
“I know.” she whispered back. “This is my third trip here and you’d be surprised who I’ve seen here. That’s the beauty of it all, no one ever talks about escort rus this place.”
Arlene then recounted that last year a reporter from one of those supermarket tabloids had come to the island and had somehow gotten pictures of a senator’s wife who was also here. The senator was planning a go for the presidency this year. All it took was a simple phone call to the editor of that magazine, who incidentally had also been a guest at one time, and the story simply disappeared.
Arlene then delighted in pointing out two more celebrities that Jeanette had missed. One was C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was no surprise since she had long ago publicly declared her lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally known news anchor. Jeanette never would have guessed.
“Can I get you ladies anything else?” a sweet voice said from behind Jeanette. “Some dessert, perhaps?”
The schoolteacher turned about to find a young island woman standing at her shoulder. Richly tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look which was only added to by her long black hair. What set her apart from many of the woman here was that she was topless. All she wore was a piece of white material wrapped around her waist like a skirt.
Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of the guests practiced it outside of the beaches. Jeanette couldn’t help but admire the dark nipples only a few inches from her face. Arlene had explained to her that none of the employees were under any obligation to fraternize with the guests, but at the same time there were no rules against it if they wanted to. Money never entered the picture because none of the guests carried any and any employee that tried to solicit it was immediately fired.
“No, not right now.” Arlene said as she gave the young woman a broad smile. “Maybe later… Mae.” she added as she read the girl’s name off the small plastic name clip she used to keep the makeshift skirt in place.
Mae gave a similar smile in reply that suggested that dessert was definitely a possibility.
“You’re incorrigible.” Jeanette noted with a laugh, ignoring the fact that she was looking at the young woman just as admirably.
“This is true.” Arlene smiled back. “So it’s a good thing I don’t have your job.”
“Oh come on now.” came Arlene’s reply in a tone that was half serious. “Every day you have a class full of sweet young things hanging on your every word. Just by the law of averages, a few of them have to be interested in, how shall we put it, a little extracurricular exploration in alternate lifestyles. Don’t tell me you haven’t at least fantasized about it? Especially when the weather turns warm and so much clothing comes off.”
“I’ve learned to keep my personal and professional life separate.” Jeanette said in a flat voice.
“I think I’ve hit a nerve.” Arlene shot right back.”
Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black woman stepped to the small stage podium at the front of the hall and picked up the microphone.
“If I can have your attention, Ladies.” she began with a chipped British accent. “The auction is going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you could just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear the tables.”
The announcement brought a fresh murmur of voices across the room. There was obvious excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her previous thought and instead asked Arlene what this was all about.
“Well it’s pretty simple.” she began. “Ever see one of those charity bachelor or bachelorette auctions, you know where they auction off dates.”
Arlene nodded agreement.
“Well, basically its the same thing. We don’t carry money of course, but anyone who want to participate can and then settle up when they check out. The money goes to the college scholarship fund and it’s all really a lot of fun.”
“You’ve done this before.” Jeanette asked.
“Last time I was here.” came the reply with pride. “I went for $450, pretty impressive if I say so myself.”
“You never cease to amaze me.” Jeanette said.
“I never cease to amaze myself.” came the reply.
A small commotion at the large entrance to the hall suddenly drew everyone’s attention. At an unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the wide double door pulled them open.
“If you were really fascinated by that story about Scarlett McMurphy, then here’s your chance to meet her.” Arlene said as she spotted a familiar procession.
Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved across the room. The crowd parted in front of them as they moved and to both women’s delight their path would take them right by their table. About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5’10”, something that was impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that had escort sıhhiye been woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old of her portrait, but it still wasn’t that of a 68 year old woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age she wouldn’t have gone past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses framed bright green eyes that had lost none of the fire or intelligence of her younger days.
It was only when they were a few feet apart that Jeanette realized that they were stopping at her table.
“It’s so good to see you again, Arlene dear.” Scarlett said. “You must find time to stop by my office tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss the new school.”
“Of course.” Arlene replied.
While aware that Arlene regularly spent a large portion of the fortune she’s inherited on schools and such, she never knew her interest extended this far. At the moment, she was more interested in the two young women who accompanied Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical to the waitress from earlier and both were as amply endowed. What set them apart was that neither was a native. One was tall, blonde and blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned. Both appeared to be in their early twenties.
Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade them to have fun and continued onto the stage. Once they were out of earshot Jeanette mentioned the two young women and asked of they were some sort of honor guard.
“In a way,” Arlene answered. “They’re her bedmates for this week.”
“From what I understand, Scarlett’s slept with two women a night since she was 30 years old. It’s considered a great honor, I’ve heard the waiting list is almost six months long.”
As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their place on the stage, the auction began. The first contestant was a pretty young blonde in her twenties. She went quickly for $300 dollars.
Next up was an older woman who Jeanette guessed to be in her early 40’s. The schoolteacher quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more guts than she did, getting up there in front of everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only forty dollars less than the young blonde.
As the next participant walked up to the stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat. The resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second and third look for her to finally conclude that the Asian girl wasn’t who she’d first thought she was.
Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back and forth on the stage, Jeanette listened as the bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly replaced by one of $250 and that in turn by $300. The young woman was beautiful, there was no disputing that. In the brief time it took her to acknowledge that, the bidding had passed $350. If she had both the nerve and the money, Jeanette would tempted to bid on her.
Then with a smile and a laugh, the young woman who’s name the auctioneer had announced was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong she’d been wearing and now pranced in the nude. The bidding immediately shot to $500.
Watching her little dance, Jeanette’s mind began to wander to a time just a little less than a year ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of so.
“Emi, I’m home.” Jeanette called out as she closed the apartment door behind her. “You wouldn’t believe the stunt my class tried to pull on me today, it was old when I was a junior.”
The sound of running water from the bathroom sink told her that it would be a minute or two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail from the small table by the door, she began to flip through it as she stepped into the small living room.
“Bills, bills, junk mail.” she mused as she dropped onto the well worn couch and tossed them onto the coffee table one by one.
“Were does it all go?” she asked herself.
Sometimes it seemed that they were just getting by. She made a decent salary as a teacher, especially since she’d gotten tenure and Emi was doing OK as a teaching assistant. She’d do even better once she finished up those last few credits she needed for her teaching certificate.
Emi and Jeanette had been together for almost 5 years now and it had been with the 25 year old Japanese woman that she’d found contentment. It seemed like every day brought something new and exciting.
“San Padre School District, San Padre, California. ” she read off the return address of a long white envelope that was addressed to Emi. “I wonder what this was?” she mused as she looked into the empty envelope.
The brunette didn’t hear the soft footsteps of her roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts and she arced her head back to meet Emi’s kiss. The pressure of the younger woman’s lips against her own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between her legs.
“Hi babe,” she said as they broke the kiss.
“Hi lover,” Emi said as the short haired woman swung her body over the arm of the sofa and landed right on Jeanette’s lap. “I missed you.”
Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing her tongue against Jeanette’s. The kiss lasted a long time, followed by a second and third.
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