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The Cuckquean Ch. 02 - Butch Desires

... attention to the others. Smiling enigmatically, Jemima appreciatively sipped her drink and waited until Leslie could speak to her.

As Jemima sat, Gayle and Lynne, The Fox's owners, took time to chat with her, trying to work out how their best but studiously single bartender knew the stunningly gorgeous woman sitting straight-backed and proud at their bar. They'd seen the massive rocks on the newcomer's finger and hoped Leslie wasn't making a grave mistake and becoming involved with a married woman.

Jemima handed Gayle her platinum credit card to ease any concerns she was mooching off Leslie and skilfully deflected their questions. Approaches from other patrons were met with a distant look and a raised hand so they could see her wedding rings. Insistent approaches were chased off when Leslie glared at them over the bar. Women and men approached Jemima in equal numbers, and although a few of the prettier girls would have been of interest if she was hunting for Cillian's benefit, Jemima was uninterested in them tonight.

Finally, nearing two a.m., the bar emptied enough that Leslie could stop for a time and talk with Jemima. Standing near the gorgeous woman, Leslie, her typically uninterested libido sending warm pulses into her hair-matted pussy, furiously dried and polished glasses to place in the trays to be returned to the long fridges under the bar, ready for tomorrow's rush. She had desired the exotic Indian woman since Jemima's unexpected appearance the month ...

... before. Many times, Leslie had gotten Jemima's card out, only to chicken out in the act of dialling, unable to believe the beautiful woman wanted her to call.

Now, a month later, almost to the day, Jemima was before her again, and poor old Leslie could not think of even one thing to say. Leslie saw Jemima looking amusedly over her glass at her as she dried and polished. Taking a deep breath, she blurted, "I'm sorry I didn't call. I wanted to, but I couldn't believe you wanted me to." 'Fuck! Even her laugh is beautiful,' Leslie thought as Jemima's chuckle chimed in her ear delightfully.

"I did say I'd come and see you when my husband and his friends took their annual trip," Jemima smilingly said. "Today's that day, and here I am."

"Assuming it doesn't get busy again, I can leave after I've dried and put these glasses away," Leslie explained.

"Do you have a car, or do we need an Uber?" Jemima asked.

Leslie, disbelieving that Jemima had just said that she was prepared to leave with her, answered, "I have my bike, a Harley soft tail."

"With a spare helmet?" Jemima queried.

"I can borrow one from Gayle," Leslie stated.

"I'm not exactly dressed to sit on the back of a bike," Jemima pointed out.

"Honey, I think you're perfectly dressed to ride behind me. Especially if you don't have panties on."

"I don't," Jemima said, her eyebrow lifting challengingly.

Handing Jemima a full-faced pink helmet, Gayle firmly said, "Leslie, if you don't take this gorgeous ...