Saturday, July 12^th

Erin pulled on her jeans and glanced at the clock. It was already after 8:00pm and J.R. was due any minute to wire her for sound. Standing in front of the mirror in the jeans and her white lace bra, she squirted some gel in her hands and rubbed it into her damp hair. She manipulated it with her fingers until she achieved the messy spikes that supposedly drove Elizabeth Adams wild.

She felt calm and focused, ready for the night and whatever it brought with it. She had spent the day reading Henderson’s books and going over the files. After playing out her hypothetical confrontation with Mark over and over again in her mind, she had finally let it go. She had shut off her emotions and buried them way down deep. All that seemed to remain was a numbness and a sort of apathy regarding anything in her life at the present moment. Now, when she thought about Mark or anything negative, she could shrug it off, swat at it like an annoying insect. And as for the case, she smirked at herself in the mirror; she had never been more ready to face a challenge.

She didn’t think she could be more ready. Reading Henderson’s books had helped, giving her the advantage of seeing things from a lesbian’s standpoint. But they had helped in another way as well. The stories had helped her to escape by taking her to wonderful places filled with wild desire and passion. Never before had romantic literature interested her and she had been genuinely surprised and intrigued by her fondness for the books. Of course, knowing that Henderson wrote the words had stimulated her in other ways, deeper ways. She felt almost intrusive in reading them, yet it excited her to think that those were once Henderson’s private thoughts and fantasies. It was like she had been privy to swim around in the attractive woman’s head; to see all there was to see, to freely explore the recesses of her mind.

She smiled as she thought of the books. She hadn’t finished them all and it comforted her to know that they would be waiting for her when she returned home. She eyed her reflection and practiced her expressions in the mirror. She had to act tough and disinterested, and very confident, a feat her new attitude would help her to achieve.

The doorbell rang and she wiped her hands on a towel and jogged off to answer it. She didn’t bother to pull on a shirt, knowing J.R. would only need her to remove it. It rang a second time as she yanked it open. J.R. stood with his finger on the doorbell looking at her as he continued to push it. She put her hand on her hip and gave him a "don’t fuck with me" look.

"Ok, ok." He said giving up and removing his hand. He remained on the front walkway, staring at her in his classic tight jeans with the tapered legs.

"Will you get in here!" Erin reached out and tugged on his arm.

"I was just waiting for you to invite me." He stumbled in and Erin got a better look at his t-shirt. Speedy Gonzales sat smiling on the front with the words Muy Caliente sprawled boldly underneath.

"Someone thinks highly of himself." She teased.

"Damn right. I’m too hot for you." He eyed her, his hand stroking his chin. "You do look good though." He encouraged her to turn around for him, so he could size her up from every angle. "Pretty damn good. Has Henderson seen you? Surprised she hasn’t sopped you up with a biscuit."

"Leave her alone, she’s not so bad."

J.R. looked her, his eyes growing big. "You going all lesbian on me Mac?"

She shook her head and sighed, knowing any comment she made would fall on deaf ears. She usually enjoyed their playful banter, but at the moment it didn’t interest her. She had more important things on her mind and she didn’t feel much like laughing or humoring J.R.

She began walking back down the hallway and J.R. followed. He whistled as he looked around the house, seeing it for the first time.

"This place is nice. But it’s slumming it for you, huh?"

Erin walked back into the bedroom and continued to ignore him. If he noticed her silence he didn’t say and she was thankful for the quiet when he finally did get to work, fitting her with the wire just as he had done a couple of days before. His hands worked quickly as he clipped the small piece to her bra. He then straightened up and walked into the other room to test it out. Erin spoke in a normal voice as requested and he returned and left several more times, making adjustments where needed.

She continued to concentrate on getting ready while mentally rehearsing her role. She wasn’t as nervous as she had previously thought she would be. Performance anxiety would do her no good and she refused to let it creep in. She had just finished applying some light makeup when the doorbell rang again.

J.R. walked back into the room and began once again playing with the wire that was clipped to her bra, nixing her ability to answer the door. She was relieved when she heard the door open and Henderson shout hello.

"We’re in here!" Erin called out. She glanced down at J.R.’s dark mass of hair wishing he would hurry it up so she could put on a shirt.

Henderson’s boots clunked noisily on the tiled hallway floor leading into the bedroom and Erin thought briefly about asking her to wait out in the hall until she found a shirt. But before she had time to find the right words Henderson had walked into the room and stopped cold at seeing Erin and J.R.

"Oh!" It was obvious the site had startled her and she quickly tried to regain her composure while looking away from the toned, bare abdomen and lace covered breasts. "Why do I always find you with your face buried in her bra J.R.?"

He didn’t look over at the detective questioning him. Rather, he continued to focus on his work, Erin’s bra, while he responded. "What’s wrong Henderson, jealous?"

"Fuck you." She snapped her head and glared at him, her disgust for him momentarily overpowering her embarrassment.

"You wish." He scoffed while still attending to his work.

"Will you two please shut the hell up?" Erin felt her temples pound at the bickering. Her ever present patience had apparently been buried along with her emotions.

J.R. straightened and walked away from Erin, his job finally complete. "What’s with her?" He asked Henderson on his way out of the room. He had never heard Mac lose her cool, not even on some very stressful assignments in narcotics. Henderson merely shrugged and followed him out leaving Erin to continue getting ready.

J.R. was helping Henderson with her ear piece when Mac finally emerged from the bedroom. She stood before them in silence wearing the faded jeans, the camel colored suede vest and boots Henderson had chosen for her.

Henderson looked because it was required that she do so, but she stared because she couldn’t help herself. Mac looked incredible. The vest hugged her body like the sensual hand of a lover, snug against her midriff, cupping and lifting her breasts, exposing the soft contours of their tops. Her skin looked alive, bronzed and sleek with the toned muscles in her arms rippling underneath. Powerful, yet lean legs were covered by the perfect fit of the jeans.

Henderson swallowed hard, unable to look away. It was like looking at an eclipse, you knew it was dangerous, even harmful to the naked eye, yet you were driven, compelled to look. And if you did, your eyes were seared with the powerful brightness before you were even able to focus on the eclipse itself. And Erin Mackenzie was her eclipse. She looked back up to her face and into the bright green eyes that were so perfectly illuminated by the blonde in her hair. Erin Mackenzie was the sexiest woman she had ever seen.

"Well?" Erin said, the silence too much to bear.

"You look great." Henderson’s voice was tight, the heat of desire rising to her face. Her attraction to Mac was potent, powerful and she wondered how long it would take for her to lose her sanity over the woman.

"Yeah Mac, you’re gonna give Adams a boner." J.R. stepped up next to Henderson and put an arm around her shoulders. They stood looking at Erin like a couple of proud parents, proud of their creation.

Erin looked at Henderson, more than surprised that she hadn’t slammed her fist down into J.R.’s balls for touching her. Instead, Henderson stood in silence and Erin saw the red in her cheeks. She was beginning to recognize the flush of desire in her, having seen it twice now. Her heart raced at the sight of Henderson wanting her. She briefly thought of throwing J.R. out of the way and grabbing Henderson and taking her into the bedroom and ravishing her. But reason quickly pounded the dream into submission and she reminded herself of her new motto. No emotion. Not even for Henderson.

She looked into Henderson’s blue violet eyes alive with attraction. But instead of getting lost in them, she saw it for what it was. She must look good, good enough to bait Adams. And that was all that mattered at the moment. Satisfied with the reaction of her coworkers, she squared her shoulders and set her jaw.

"Let’s go." She said, walking past them and heading for the door.

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La Femme was large by night club standards. Having once been a warehouse, Adams had had it completely renovated into a state of the art dance club. It had cost her hundreds of thousands and it was rumored that she had every inch of the club monitored by video.

Erin pulled up in her Honda Accord and found a scarce parking place. It was nine o’clock on a Saturday night and the place was crawling with people. La Femme was by far the most popular lesbian club in Valle Luna. Its size, as well as its well funded interior were just some of reasons that women from across the country flocked to it.

Locking her vehicle, she began making the trek from her parking space up to the club itself. From the outside it looked like a standard brick building, large, rectangular in shape, a few vast windows on the upper floor. The boom from the sound system could be heard as far as where she parked, on the outskirts of the property.

Nervous butterflies scurried about in her abdomen, paying her new attitude no mind. It wasn’t just Adams that made her tummy all a twitter, it was the women. Like it or not, she was finding that she had some hidden attraction to the softer of the sexes and now she was about to be faced with hundreds of them. All of them attracted to other women, just like her. And she suddenly came to the realization that no matter what stoic attitude she had taken, nothing would prepare her for what she was about to encounter. She shoved her hands down in her pockets as of she were cold. She still had several more minutes before she had throw her shoulders back in mock confidence so she allowed herself to continue to walk with the nervousness streamlining through her insides.

As she approached the booming brick building, she began to make out its entrance. La Femme was lit up in neon above the door, blinking La before Femme in hot pink. There was a long line to enter the popular club, where excited women chattered amongst themselves behind the red velvet ropes. Erin breathed in deep and walked up among them. A few looked her way with smiles and hungry eyes, but most continued their conversations, completely oblivious to her presence.

She found her way behind them at the end of the long line waiting to gain entrance. Henderson walked past her, making her way to the front where she spoke briefly with security before heading into the club. Erin only briefly glanced at her, careful not to let her gaze linger on the tight jeans and revealing white tank top that covered Henderson’s muscularly fit physique.

She breathed in deeply again and did her best to clear her mind of Henderson. She relaxed her arms and allowed them to casually linger in her pockets. The wait to enter seemed like a long one, but if everything went as planned, it wouldn’t be long before she was led into the club. Adams had supposedly trained her security guards to look for attractive women to her liking and show them in immediately.

As if on cue, Erin heard a deep voice in her ear. "Good Evening, madam. If you’ll please follow me." She turned and stared into a monster of a chest. Looking up, she smiled at the huge black man with a shiny bald head. He wore an ear piece and a tight fitting black polo shirt with La Femme embroidered in pink on the right breast.

He led her gently, with his hand cupping the bottom of her elbow, past the buzzing women and onto a plush red carpet which led through the dark entrance and into the pulsing club. She noted two more security guards, both of them large women, as the man led her through the dark entry way of the club. He continued walking with her to where the entry way opened up, revealing an enormous, pulsing party. She stood still, looking around, completely in awe. The security guard left her side, allowing her the freedom to take the enormity of the place in.

Everywhere she looked, women were dancing. Hundreds of them. Lights, lasers, strobes, flashed down on them, reflecting off their glistening sweating bodies. The sight was arousing as well as overwhelming. The surveillance photos had done nothing to prepare her for the spectacle before her. Next to the size of the place, which she quickly adjusted to as she looked around, it was the feel of the place that got to her. The erotic energy. The electricity of the sex of the place reached down into and grabbed hold of her hidden libido, forcing it up into a lump in her throat. She tried to swallow it down, but it didn’t budge. Her inner temperature rose, spreading to her face and loins, awakening her from her stand still.

She started slowly walking, looking up, following the lights. She saw a cat walk where more women stood, some talking, most dancing. Someone bumped into her from behind, jolting her and reminding her of her agenda.

She spotted the bar to her right and began making her way over. Wild, Wild West by the Escape Club boomed in her ears and she smiled, not having heard the song for years. A woman danced above her on an elevated platform wearing assless chaps and a cowboy hat. A nude colored thong covered her most intimate area, and tassels clung to her nipples, swinging in tune with the music. She smiled down at Erin and shot her gun in the air, squirting bubbles out from its chamber. Erin looked around and noted several more women, dressed the same, dancing on other platforms.

It was indeed, Wild West night. Studying the dancing women, she saw that most were dressed according to the theme, wearing jeans, boots and hats. Feeling confident in her own attire, she relaxed a little and swung herself onto the one available stool at the bar. Several bartenders scurried about, serving drinks and dancing while they did it. Kristen Reece had her back to Erin, making what appeared to be a Cosmopolitan. Erin studied her back, noting her tall, fit body.

"Howdy." A tiny woman to her left tipped her cowboy hat at Erin and moved in closer.

"Hi." Erin replied, keeping her eye on Reece.

"Buy you a drink?" The woman smiled, showing off a prominent gap between her two front teeth. She reached into her tight fitting Wranglers to retrieve some money.

"What can I get you?" Kristen Reece had turned and she now stood facing Erin, leaning across the bar, her cleavage winking in the tight fitting tank top. Her thick, blonde mane was pulled back in a pony tail, making her lopsided, flirtatious grin easier to see.

Erin returned the grin and looked into her sparkling brown eyes. Kristen was very attractive and Erin could see why Adams had allowed her to appear in some of her movies.

"Beer’s good." She tried to sound confident, flirtatious.

"It’s on me." The cowboy next to her added, staking her claim.

Kristen bent down and retrieved a cold bottle of beer and slid it across the counter to Erin, her fingers lingering as Erin wrapped her hand around the beer.

The cowboy plopped down a wad of bills and pushed them toward Kristen. "I’ll take a beer too."

"Fuck off." Kristen said, refusing the money, pushing it back to the tiny cowboy, her eyes never leaving Erin’s.

The cowboy wavered, looking first at Kristen, then to Erin. She opened her mouth to protest but then decided against it, her defeat more than evident. She gathered her money and stalked off, back into the crowd of women.

"That wasn’t very nice." Erin said as she sipped at the beer.

"Who said I’m nice?" Kristen asked, raising an eyebrow.

Erin gave a short chuckle and ran a finger around the rim of her beer. "Are you saying you’re bad?"

"Oh I’m very bad." Kristen hissed, taking Erin’s finger and slowly placing it in her mouth, sucking the trace of beer from it.

Erin breathed in deep at the feel of the hot mouth tugging at her finger. "So are you gonna buy me the beer then?"

Kristen held her hand, softly stroking it. "Absolutely. Are you sure a beer’s all you want?"

"It was, but I’m beginning to think I want something more."

Kristen’s eyes twinkled and she licked her lips. "What are you doing later?"

"Nothing."

"What’s your name?"

"Katherine."

"I’m Kristen." She grinned once again. "So, Katherine how about we hook up later?"

Erin swallowed. Did women always move this fast? "Aren’t you going to ask me to dance first?"

Kristen laughed. "Sure, we can dance. But I have to work, so maybe we can dance later at my place?"

Erin’s voice faltered the encounter getting to her. Kristen’s fingers were playing her nerve endings. "Maybe." She managed to get out.

"Madam, you’re presence has been requested upstairs." The big bald man was back, his voice thundering in her ear, through the loud music.

"Fuck off Tyson." Kristen stood, throwing her shoulders back, protruding her busty chest in defiance.

"What’s upstairs?" Erin asked, acting bored at the prospect.

"The V.I.P. room, where Ms. Adams is requesting your presence." Tyson said, once again cupping her elbow.

"Who’s Ms. Adams?" Erin asked, removing her arm from his hand and crossing them over her chest. Tyson reared back at the question, as if being struck. He looked at Kristen in disbelief.

"She owns the place." Kristen clarified for him, obviously annoyed at the interruption.

"Oh." Erin said turning back towards Kristen. "Thanks, but no thanks. I’m fine where I’m at." She gave Kristen a smile, while watching Tyson out of the corner of her eye. Kristen laughed out loud and grabbed Erin’s hand, stroking the palm lightly, her victory sweet.

Tyson stood perfectly still, unbelieving the spectacle before him. Eventually he turned and pressed the ear piece snuggly against his ear, his back to the women and the bar. Having heard his orders, he dropped his hand and turned back to face Erin and Kristen. He stepped closer and spoke loudly.

"Kristen, you’ve been excused."

Kristen dropped Erin’s hand and stood, placing her hands on her hips. "What?" Annoyance was turning quickly to anger.

"You’ve been excused for the remainder of your shift." Tyson clenched his massive fists, pumping the muscles in his arms. Kristen looked up to the corner of the bar at a small camera. She shook her head and slammed a white bar rag down on the bar.

"Un-fucking-believable!" She jerked a pen out of her back pocket and began writing on Erin’s palm. "Here’s my number, give me a call sometime." She gave the camera another scornful look and then lifted up the sectional bar piece and walked under it, slamming it back down behind her. She stormed away, glaring at Tyson, and hurriedly headed for the roped off staircase.

Erin watched her go and looked back at Tyson who still stood before her. "Madam, you’re presence is requested upstairs." He was still speaking politely to her, sure that this time she would comply.

Erin stood from her stool and nudged past him. "I said no thanks." She worked her way over to the other side of the bar, away from the looming mass of muscle that was Tyson. She wasn’t sure if it was Tyson or the mass of sweaty people, but she was beginning to feel claustrophobic. She turned sideways and wedged herself between two women at the bar. A new bartender approached, this one was shorter than Kristen with jet black hair. Her face was pierced in three different areas, a constellation of metal.

"Water." Erin ordered.

"Just water?" The bartender asked, while pushing something across the bar to her. "You sure you’re not up for something else?"

"Like what?"

"Like a lucky charm." The pierced girl lifted her hand, revealing a small baggie of pills, each one shaped like a four leaf clover. Erin recognized them as one of the many shapes and sizes that Ecstasy came in.

"No thanks." She said, taking her bottled water and heading off towards the dance floor. She spotted Henderson dancing in between two women as Kid Rock’s Cowboy blasted from the speakers. She watched as Henderson wrapped her left arm around the woman in front of her, while reaching back with the other hand and hugging the woman behind, creating an erotic sandwich in which she was the middle.

Erin gulped at her water as sweat laced with desire crept through her pores. She was thankful that she had to look away, the spectacle too much for her senses. If her position had permitted it, she would have stared continuously and allowed the sensual scene to assault her erogenous zones, awakening them with the fierce hunger that followed a long hibernation.

She took another sip of the cold water before dumping the remainder over her head. Its iciness shocked her but did little to cool her down from the heated sight of Henderson and the sex sandwich. She tossed the empty bottle aside, frustrated. She ran her hands through her wet hair, shaking the water free.

"Hot?" A deep, throaty voice questioned in her ear. A split second later the body followed pressing up against Erin from behind.

"A little." Erin replied, hoping it wasn’t another come on from a lonely lesbian. She turned, ready to decline any offer the woman voiced. She looked up and was shocked to find herself face to face with Elizabeth Adams. She swallowed hard and almost choked, though not from nervousness.

The woman standing before her was absolutely breathtaking, the photos having done her no justice and they had done nothing in the way of preparing Erin. The raven haired woman smiled a devilishly seductive smile and pulled Erin easily into her taller, stronger frame.

"Maybe I can help." Her blue eyes flickered with mischief and Erin noted their beauty, having never seen any that shade of blue before.

"How so?" Erin reminded herself to remain calm, and to act disinterested. But the raw beauty of the woman before her played havoc with reason. Adams was five foot ten of pure strength and sexuality, a carved replica of beauty and grace, all in one package.

Adams pulled her closer, allowing Erin to feel the harnessed power of her body. She started to move against her, the same erotic dance that Erin had seen Henderson participating in. A gentle gyrating of legs and hips, while arms held firm and fast. Erin loosened her nerve tight limbs and let them fall into tune with Adam’s.

"I could start by offering you a cold drink, somewhere away from all these sweating bodies." Adams was talking in her ear, spreading chill bumps effortlessly all over her body. Erin clung to her muscled bare arms and noted how sexy she looked in the white buttoned down western shirt with the sleeves torn off. Her jeans looked equally as good, faded and ragged and hugging nicely to long firm legs. White and brown snakeskin boots finished off her outfit.

"And where might that be?" Erin asked in the taller woman’s ear. She breathed deep, catching the alluring scent of Elizabeth Adams. A thrill rushed through her as the wonderful scent of men’s cologne tickled her nostrils.

"Upstairs in the V.I.P room." She purred in Erin’s ear. "I came all the way down here to personally invite you." She pulled away and looked into Erin’s face, her arms still resting possessively on Erin’s hips. "I’m Liz, by the way."

"Katherine." Erin said, introducing herself. "I met your friend Tyson earlier." She tossed her head in the direction of the huge man, now looming over by the stairs.

"Yes, he tells me that you weren’t very nice."

"He did, did he?"

"Yes, he said that you hit on him and then when he refused your sexual advances, you took advantage of him anyway."

Erin laughed, and allowed herself to relax a little. "I guess I was a little aggressive with him."

"Let’s hope you’re the same way with me." Adams grinned at the statement and raised her hand to wipe water from Erin’s face.

"So what’s upstairs that’s so much better than down here?"

The dark woman’s grin widened. "Me."

Erin’s heart flipped in her chest. Henderson was right, the woman was charming as hell. And falling for her would be so easy. Tall, gorgeous, powerful in body and in life. It would be so easy, as it obviously was for so many other women. But Erin was on assignment, and Adams was most likely a killer. She had to play her part, she had to stop her.

"Maybe some other time."

"You can’t refuse me, not after I came all the way down here to personally invite you." The grin remained and her grip on Erin’s hips tightened, moving down to her buttocks.

"Is this a big deal? Getting a personal invitation?" She did her best to act tough, while the temptation to melt in her arms grew stronger, a mere sigh away.

"Yes, most people don’t require such…" She leaned in, placing her mouth once again against Erin’s ear. "…personal attention."

Erin nearly melted on the spot. She clenched her jaw and prayed for control.

"Well, I’m not most people, am I?" The close contact was seeping into her and demanding her full attention. She was suddenly thankful that she had to act uninterested; it would allow her to escape, to be able to break away and get her bearings.

"No, you’re definitely not most people." Adams continued in her ear. "And I have a feeling you’ll require a lot more of my… personal attention." She took the tip of Erin’s ear lobe in her mouth and lightly sucked.

Erin shuddered, her grip tightening on Adam’s strong arms. The combination of the hot breath in her ear and the hot mouth on her lobe was too much to bear. She pushed herself away, desperate for any excuse to break their contact.

"So show me this V.I.P. room of yours." She ran her hands through her wet hair, grateful when she shook some of the cool drops free and they dripped down the back of her hot neck and into her vest, helping to bring her back to reason.

Adams grinned sheepishly and grabbed her hand. "You got it."

She led Erin through the crowd, brushing past Henderson and her dancing duo. Erin saw Henderson observing them out of the corner of her eye. Part of her felt victorious and spiteful at having nabbed Adams. Maybe now it would be Henderson’s turn to have to watch while jealousy posessively crawled up her throat. She immediately scorned herself for the thought. They were there to do a job, nothing more. If she felt jealous and possessive of Henderson, that was her own problem. Henderson merely perceived her as a coworker, a friend at the most.

Her concentration back on Adams, Erin for the first time looked at the women dancing around them. As they passed, many stopped dancing to stare. But their eyes weren’t on her, they were on Adams. Lustful and hungry their gazes were focused and intense. Some of the women walked up to her, spoke to her, trying anything to get her attention, but she looked over them, past them. She had acquired what interested her and now she parted the waters with Erin in tow. They headed over to the private staircase where Tyson stood guarding the velvet ropes. He nodded his head at Adams as they approached and removed the rope to let them pass.

"Hi." Erin said as she was led past him.

"Madam." He said, keeping his eyes peeled straight ahead.

Erin continued to observe the women staring at Adams as they slowly climbed the stairs. Some continued to stare after her longingly, while others whispered to one another, finding comfort in their mutual defeat. She saw the tiny cowboy that had tried to buy her a beer. She looked sad, but not at losing Erin, her longing gaze was aimed at Adams.

Erin looked up at the backside of the woman so many women sought after. Her jeans fit her tightly, with two tears just below her perfectly rounded cheeks. From the holes in the jeans Erin could see that her legs and at least part of buttocks were toned and tanned, just like the rest of her. The woman exuded perfection and Erin wagered that she could probably have any woman she wanted, gay or straight.

The V.I.P. room was darker than the rest of the club, hidden from the strobes and lights of the dance floor. Erin squinted, trying to get her eyes to adjust to the darker surroundings. She was able to make out numerous large, overstuffed lounge chairs and love seats where women sat close and talked, and others kissed and groped.

They walked up to a bar on the left side of the room, made noticeable only by a blue neon strip which ran along its edge. A woman stood behind the bar wearing a western bowtie and a cowboy hat. She eyed Adams with a welcoming grin. Her breasts were covered by a tight leather vest, and upon closer inspection, Erin realized that the vest was painted on by body latex. Instantly intrigued, Erin leaned on the bar while Adams ordered their drinks, and tried to get a look at what the bartender was wearing below the waist. When she moved, Erin could see that she had on extremely short cut off jeans and cowboy boots with spurs.

"You guys really go all out for your themed parties." Erin said as Adams handed her a drink. They walked further into the room and Erin stared at some of the women on the sofas, transfixed by their kissing. Her eyes had adjusted to the dim light and she stood still as she recognized one of the women. She squinted, not quite believing her eyes.

"Isn’t that…"

"Yes." Adams said, nonchalantly referring to the prominent Hollywood actress who sat engrossed with two women licking and sucking at her face.

Erin shook her head at the spectacle, while disbelief and desire collided within her veins. It had long been rumored that the woman was a lesbian, but it had never been publicly confirmed. Erin laughed a little, nervously, as confirmation sat erotically and openly in front of her.

"Would you like to meet her?" Adams offered as she walked towards the woman.

"No, it’s ok…" Erin started after her, not wanting to interrupt the woman from her heated make out session. But Adams forged ahead, ignoring her protest. She stopped in front of the trio of kissing women.

"Angie." Adams said her name and the actress continued kissing, oblivious to their presence. "Angie." Adams said a little louder.

"What?" Angie pulled her lips away from the woman on her left and glanced briefly over at Adams. Unable to maintain her dislodging she began kissing the woman again, with shorter, stronger pulls of their lips.

"I want you meet someone." Adam’s voice had grown stronger, the tone one of seriousness and Angie seemed to pick up on it. She pulled away from her kissing partner and looked at Adams directly.

"This is Katherine." Adams motioned to her left, where Erin stood slightly behind her. She grabbed Erin’s arm and gently pulled her forward.

Angie stood from the couch and smoothed down her deep brown leather pants. She wore a very thin white tank top, making her unharnessed breasts very revealable. Erin’s face flushed with embarrassment at having interrupting the famous woman.

"I’m sorry…I"

"Hi Katherine, it’s a pleasure to meet you." Angie took Erin’s hand warmly in hers and shook it. She smiled a thousand watt smile and placed her other hand around Erin’s shoulder, halfway hugging her.

Erin felt like a little kid meeting her favorite movie star. She was completely lost for words as she felt Angie’s breast against her own.

"I’m a…a huge fan." She immediately felt stupid at having said it aloud. But Angie didn’t seem to notice.

"Well it looks to me like you should be the one in pictures." Angie smiled at her, her big eyes bright, her inviting lips deep colored and blood filled from kissing.

"Yes, she is beautiful isn’t she?" Adams said sipping her drink.

"Mmm, yes." Angie moved her eyes across Erin’s face, where they lingered like a caress on her lips.

Adams observed in silence for a moment before moving close to Erin’s other side. "We were just going to go have a drink." She said as she started to lead Erin away.

"Maybe I can join you." Angie said softly, her eyes never wavering from Erin’s face.

"Some other time." Adams promised, looking back briefly at the beautiful actress.

"What about you, will I see you later?" Angie questioned after Adams, her full lips pursing, as if preparing.

"Maybe." Adams turned with Erin on her arm.

Erin turned and looked at Angie as they walked away. "It was nice meeting you."

"The pleasure was all mine." Angie said with a sly grin. She stood still, watching them go before she walked back over and sat down in between the two women who had patiently awaited her return.

Erin turned back to Adams and saw that they now stood in front of a large metal door. Adams typed in a number code on the keypad lock and the door clicked open.

"What’s this?" Erin asked.

"My private lair." Adams grinned at her and walked in. Erin hesitated momentarily and tried to think. But meeting Angie had thrown her for a loop, leaving her feeling almost giddy with excitement. She decided to go inside, but only for a short while.

The room was large and spacious, containing a lounge area with similar overstuffed furniture, as well as an adjoining room with a king sized bed. The two vast windows Erin had noticed from the outside allowed the room an incredible view of the Valle Luna nightline.

Adams headed over to a counter where the main light source in the room was coming from. Several television monitors lined the wall behind the counter. Erin counted fifteen different monitors, all them capturing a different view of the club, including a view of the parking lot and main entrance. Erin’s mind came back from fantasy land and she realized that Adams had spotted her before she had even set foot in the club.

"That’s quite a set up you have there." She pretended to sip her drink. It looked and smelled like a screwdriver, but she didn’t want to risk it. Not yet.

"Security is important to me."

"Don’t you mean voueyerism?" Erin set down her drink and watched as Adams approached her. She raised an eyebrow at Erin, but didn’t respond.

"I hate these Wild West parties." She stood before Erin, unbuttoning her shirt. "But my friends from Philly love them." She looked up from her shirt, her blue eyes piercing. "They all think we ride around on horseback and eat tumbleweed." The white shirt parted and Erin looked away, not yet ready to see the body underneath. Adams bent and pulled off her boots, tossing them across the room where they came to a thudded rest. She walked closer, eyeing Erin hungrily. "Now, how about we take the cowboy off of you?"

Erin didn’t respond, she couldn’t. Her voice had disappeared, along with the courage she was so sure she would have. Adams stepped ever closer, her head cocked to one side as she observed Erin.

"Why haven’t you ever been to my club before?" She questioned, her hands falling to her sides, allowing the shirt to flap openly. She stood before Erin and ran a hand slowly up the outside of her arm.

"Maybe I have." Erin said looking at her face, careful not to look at her body. Even so, her eyes were still able to make out a white bra against tanned skin.

"Uh uh. No chance." Adams countered. "I would’ve noticed you." She walked back over to the counter and retrieved her drink and then threw her head back and downed it. Feeling the burn from the drink, she grimaced and tossed the empty tumbler on the couch where it bounced lazily before lying at rest.

Erin wasn’t sure how to respond and her eyes caught a glimpse of the contracting muscles lined up neatly on the taller woman’s abdomen as she walked back over to stand before her.

"I don’t usually do the night club scene." She tried to sound sure of herself as she looked back into the electric blue eyes.

"Well, then tell me…" The raven hair vixen stepped into her and began lightly kissing her neck. "What do you do, then?"

Chills shuddered through her once again as heat raced to her loins. She pushed herself away, her heart angrily pounding with want.

"Not this." She gave Adams her best stern look. "If you think I’m going to sleep with you, you’re sadly mistaken."

Adams looked at her, unfaltered but questioning. "It wasn’t sleep that I had in mind." She moved toward her once again and Erin caught her alluring scent. She wanted to close her eyes and drift into her, but she knew she couldn’t. Instead, she placed her hands firmly on broad shoulders and held Adam’s at bay.

"Look, all this may impress other women." Erin released her hands and motioned them around as she spoke. "The club, the celebrities, your mindless charm. But it doesn’t impress me." Her green eyes locked with ice blue ones. "I’m not out for some quick roll in the hay." She didn’t mean a damn word she was saying, but she hoped it sounded convincing enough.

Adams stood staring at her, her face expressionless. Erin squared her shoulders and began to walk past her.

"This is exactly why I don’t do the night club scene." She continued, heading for the door. She could feel the blue eyes boring heat into her back as she reached the door and pulled it open. "Thanks for the drink." She turned and was surprised to see Adams directly behind her. She hadn’t even heard her approach.

"You’re welcome." Adams placed a finger on Erin’s lips as if to silence her and ran it slowly down her throat to the top of her breasts. Erin looked into her fire and ice eyes, and saw the raw desire churning within.

Careful to steady her breathing, she tore her eyes away and turned and walked away. She walked briskly and purposely past Angie and her small harem and headed back down the stairs. She walked past Tyson and headed to the crowded dance floor. She wanted to leave but she knew she shouldn’t. Not yet. She couldn’t run out of there like a scared rabbit. She walked past Henderson and grabbed the nearest woman.

The young blonde was momentarily surprised by her aggressiveness, but she relaxed quickly and smiled at Erin as they danced. Erin closed her eyes and forced her body to move. The physical exertion did little to distract her from the raging feelings Adams had elicited in her. She danced hard, grinding her body into the young blonde, trying to look like she was having fun.

After two long songs, she pulled herself away from the woman, and headed for the door. Sweat dripped from her body, her nerve endings and loins still alive and hungry. Digging in her jeans she fished out her car keys and ran out into the parking lot. The desert night air felt like a furnace turned on low and it did little to cool her insides down. She cranked up her car and threw it in reverse.

She had done it. The first contact was over and she had done what was required. She drove several blocks before she pulled over into a grocery store parking lot. Parking in the rear and away from the other cars, she turned off her car and collapsed back against the seat. Her breathing was still rapid and her heart raged in her chest.

She sat in silence for awhile, finally able to relax and able to freely feel the remnants of Adams and all the things she had seen and experienced. She ran her hands through her hair, her breathing starting to slow. She stared off into the distance and wondered if she would be able to keep it up. Would she be able to successfully and safely interact with Elizabeth Adams? The glacier blue eyes flashed in her mind. She cranked up the car and put it in drive. She rolled down the windows and let the furnace like heat assault her face, hoping against hope that it would melt the eyes from her mind.