Chapter 67
WWC Meeting #2
Val tried not to think about Bernie and her husband, preferring to concentrate on that nights meeting. It was too soon to bring in Jay, who would fellate himself, and so she wondered what might serve to get the women warmed up on such short notice? She knew she had only herself to blame. She had wasted the week trying to develop ideas on her own, and only thought of hiring the private detective a few days ago. But then she had accomplished so much since then, hadn't she?
Then it occurred to her that she had gotten the girls going with her pregnancy story. That was followed by a couple of the others telling stories of their own. That would have to do, she told herself, and then had another thought. She decided to call everyone who had been at the meeting except Bernie, who would not be attending anyway. No, Val thought, she'll be fucking Joe in his hideaway.
Val had called her friends and told each there were many women in Wilmington who felt the same way they did. She urged each of them to find and bring one of those women to the meeting. To Val's surprise, each of the members agreed it was a good idea, and would try to find someone who would fit in. Only Laura had reservations, and those were with her own ability to produce another member so soon.
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Val was happily surprised at the turnout. Katy brought two women, Deidre, an attractive, brunette in her mid-thirties, who appeared to be a bit on the shy side and worked as a saleswoman at Talbot's; and Ceilia, who worked with the Department of Maritime Affairs, a plain-looking women in her early twenties (actually 23) who adhered to a manish style of dress that with her short, blonde hair gave her a pixyish look that Val found very attractive. . Val decided that until proven otherwise, she would consider both lesbians. Not that it mattered in the least as far as the club membership was concerned. She would learn that they were not lesbians, but bi-sexual and were Katy's neighbors in Wrightsville Beach.
Natalie presented a lithe, brunette Named Stacy, who worked at the law firm with her. Stacy was 32 years old, raven-haired, like Val, and very outgoing. She had smallish breasts and nice legs, although she was pigeon-toed and wore black, horned-rim glasses. Everyone took to her from the outset of the meeting.
A petite, waif with curly auburn tresses was introduced by Janet as Ursula Smith, a Second-Grade teacher. Ursula had a winning smile and great ass, and did not wear a bra to the meeting.
And, in a complete change of character, Laura proudly presented Glenda Rogers, a natural blonde who had recently moved to Wilmington and had filled a position at the library and worked alongside Laura.
The women sat down to a seafood dinner, courtesy of Val Marcolina, and then Val called the meeting to order.
"We're not a formal group. I don't want it that way and I don't think you want it either. I want to welcome all the newcomers and want to let you know we're all newcomers in that this is the first official meeting of the Wilmington Women's Club. We're not a bunch of do-gooders. We're not fundraisers, and ... well, we're not what anyone would consider a ... shall I say, normal functioning type club.
"For those of you not here that night, I told a story about the night I became pregnant with my daughter, Caroline, who incidentally will be five next week."
There was a moment of scattered applause and then everyone was applauding. Val was deeply touched, but held up her hands and when the group was quiet continued.
"Anyway, I asked those present what they thought of my story. Everyone had something to say. It appeared most everyone there had something, a story, if you will, that they wanted to share. Unfortunately we didn't have time for everyone. But we'll make time for that this evening ... after you all have a few more martini's or vodka and tequila shots."
That got a round of laughter and Val sensed the group leaning toward her.
"The club is tentatively named The Wilmington Women's Club. But we don't need to be so formal. Someone suggested we call it the WWC and I think that has certain ... shadowy mysteriousness to it that we like.
"Someone else, I think it was Janet. Was it you dear?"
"Was it me, what, Val?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. This presiding over a meeting is new to me. I should be more specific, shouldn't I?"
"It would help move things along," Katy said with a broad smile. Val shrugged her shoulders as she nodded agreement.
"And so I shall. I think Janet suggested ... no, she asked what the purpose of the club would be. The main purpose, anyway. And I said we'll use it to embellish our sex lives."
The women cheered, and another round of drinks was ordered.
"I was hoping to have several of the Chippendale Dancers here to... entertain us. Unfortunately, they don't have a group that works in our neck of the woods."
"Fly them in from Michigan, we don't care!" Ceilia shouted.
Val laughed with the rest and after things quieted down, said, "Good idea, but I found something closer. Unfortunately, they can't be here this evening. They will, however, be here next week. And, I'll tell you this much. They may not be Chippendale Dancers, but they are United States Marines from the Fayetteville area, and probably more man than any of the Chippendale's." The women roared their approval.
"In weeks to come, I have several other surprises in store for you. And now I want to add one more thing and then I'll shut up. If any of you have ideas or suggestions, let me hear them. If we can afford it, and we can afford a lot believe me, as long as it's legal, we'll go for it.
"Now for tonight, I propose we pick up where we left off last week. And that is each of us telling the hottest story we can about our personal experiences."
Glenda, the Assistant Librarian, had her hand in the air as soon as Val finished, and Val acknowledged her. Glenda stood up and faced the others.
"Um, this happened when I was in college. Um, Val I should tell you that Laura told me your pregnancy story, um, maybe three times this week. I have to confess that I spent a lot of time in the Ladies Room at the Library... anyway...."
All the women, including Val were beside themselves with laughter. Glenda stopped and smiled out at her already captive audience. Val stood and motioned to get Glenda's attention. "I'm sorry for interrupting you, especially this early in your story. But it sounds like a really good one and I think I should order a couple rounds before you get too far along."
"I think that's a wonderful idea, thank you, Val."
Val gestured to the server, placed the order and Glenda resumed her story.
"I think I woke up that Sunday at about two in the afternoon. My roomie was laughing and welcomed me back to the living.
"What time did you get in?" she asked.
"I didn't know, but recalled that the sun was shining, and told her so."
"You and what's-his-name must have had real fun then," she said and giggled knowingly.
