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always one to verbalize what
others were thinking. Mark had been rendered speechless by the display and
therefore had nothing to contribute to the conversation, although his eyes
spoke volumes about the impact it was having on him. Rachel moved closer to her
boyfriend and ran her fingers over his six pack abs through the thin material of
his black button-down shirt. “Either of you want to go dance?” she
offered, peering at both of them through smoky eyes.
    Sarah slowly nodded,
still entranced by the scene in the cage. She managed to stumble only slightly
ungracefully out onto the parquet dance floor beside her friend while Mark
opted to observe from a nearby table. Sarah enjoyed watching her best friend in
her element. Rachel was the most social creature Sarah had ever met, maybe
even to the point of being co-dependent, she hated being alone so much. She was
petite with blonde, heavily highlighted hair, deep-set hazel eyes always rimmed
in thick black liner, and toned, shapely legs she loved to flaunt. She was a
bit top heavy, carrying most of her weight in her ample bosom and having a little
thickness around her waist. Tonight she was wearing a three tiered black
lace skirt, shiny patent leather platform sandals and a silky low-cut crimson
red spaghetti-strapped camisole. She moved with confidence and unapologetically
radiated what she called her “no bullshit” attitude. While she fully admitted
that not everyone “got her,” Sarah had discovered the sensitive, caring,
generous spirit carefully buried underneath all of her bluntness and
flamboyance.
    Rachel was indeed responsible
in many ways for opening Sarah’s mind up to new possibilities in the way she
approached relationships. After they bonded through the birth of their sons,
Sarah began to spend a lot of time with Rachel and her now ex-husband since her
own husband was mostly absent and didn’t seem to care what Sarah did. The
couple frequented clubs such as this one and other gatherings of like-minded
folks and Sarah began to tag along, learning what fun it was to be a “unicorn”
even if she didn’t explore full participation for quite some time. It was hard
not to be drawn in by the energy and the freedom embraced by this group. It
was with Rachel that Sarah first began to explore her attraction to women. Throughout
the years, Sarah had experienced quite a few firsts with Rachel by her side.
    Snapping out of her
thought coma, Sarah turned to see that Rachel had made a new friend, which was
not surprising at all. The redheaded woman from the cage had stepped out onto
the floor and Rachel was dancing close to her, mere inches separating their
torsos, their breasts barely brushing together, their hips shaking in time to
the beat. Sarah observed Mark conversing with a tall dark-haired man - presumably
the redhead’s date? - and pointing at the two ladies. She could almost feel
the wheels turning in their four brains, plotting the possibilities. Rachel
looked at Mark and winked, right before she ran a finger between the redhead’s
cleavage, which was again popping out from the bustier.
    A few moments later,
starting to buzz from the second drink she’d gulped down, Sarah found herself
following the foursome down the hallway to the 70’s themed room. She stepped
onto the plush lime green shag carpeting and took a seat on the fuchsia pink
loveseat covered in furry green, pink, orange and yellow throw pillows. There
was a huge orange light fixture dangling from the middle of the room with its
amber glass-covered fixtures dimmed. The corner was occupied by an oval shaped
bed flanked by two nightstands with lava lamps, one oozing with teal lava, the
other purple. The doorway was obscured with a green and orange beaded curtain. A
corner cabinet held wipes, tissues, condoms and towels.
    They’d invited Sarah to
participate but she preferred to observe, at least to start. Soon she became a
fixture in the room, part of the decor; the foursome had nearly