Sisterhood of Sin -- 27 -- Tumbled Into Trouble - Sex Stories

Sisterhood of Sin -- 27 -- Tumbled Into Trouble

... Marta and I check into our hotel and dress for the meeting. For the first time since she was assigned to me, Beth's travel people have booked us to share the same room. It doesn't bother me, but Marta is normally very secretive. She has to have access to me that doesn't involve hallways and keycards, so normally we have adjoining rooms and leave the door between them unlocked. I'm curious to see how she'll respond. She mysteriously hides in the bathroom to change into an elegantly tailored chauffeur's uniform. Her GO trunk must have some fascinating stuff in it. I dress in a timeless deep red silk dress. The Minneapolis Sapphire Club is on a par with our club in Columbus. I pour myself a Talisker and sit with Marta in a booth. She's drinking Vernor's, a sweet ginger soft drink. She won't drink alcohol while on duty, or off duty. I don't know how Bethany finds these warrior women. I sometimes liken them to ninjas because of her black team's tactical outfits, but they are not assassins, at least not that I know of. Two women are shown to our table. One is wearing a blue evening gown. Perfectly suitable for the house. The other is Terri who is not dressed very elegantly. She's wearing an overly long skirt and an ill-fitting top, but she appears to be about five months pregnant. This changes everything. She is eligible for recruitment but she has a sexual harassment complaint against her. The woman in the evening gown speaks first as Marta is getting up from the table. "I ...

... wasn't expecting the Green Hornet and Kato." Of course Marta and I are wearing masks. If we salvage Terri's career, she could see me in the future in some corporate capacity. I politely ignore the woman's remark and invite Terri to sit. Marta politely invites the other woman to join her at the bar. "Just so's you know, I'm not a lesbian. Neither is Terri." "Allowing these women to have a private conversation doesn't require either of you to be a lesbian." Marta somehow manages to convey a message of 'I will fuck you up if you don't give them privacy.' Her words have the desired effect and the woman is soon seated on a barstool next to her. "Please forgive my friend. She can be a bit abrasive. She's my excuse for leaving the house so late. I left a note for my husband, telling him I was with her. And please forgive my clothing. Elegant and maternity don't exactly go together. At least not out here in the sticks." Minneapolis is not exactly the sticks and elegant maternity wear can be bought online, but not on short notice, and I well know that it could be considered frivolous to a young, practical-minded engineer. I am impressed with her so far. "Think nothing of either, Terri. We all have friends like her. They can be useful. This club is not a lesbian club. Think of it as a safe place for women to meet for any reason. The membership is upscale and therefore we observe the courtesy of a dress code, but we understand about the limits of maternity. May I offer you a drink? We have ...