Li did as she was asked, giving a chaste kiss on the lips, then while holding the kiss the gently squeezed Jessica's nipple. Both felt the thrill of excitement go through Jessica's body at the liberty, then a moment later Jessica turned the kiss into a passionate one.
They finally broke apart. Li said, "I have a feeling that before the night is over, I am going to get lucky."
Jessica blushed at that as her mind flashed a image of Li's pussy with Jessica's tongue in it, but she added, "I think we will both get very lucky... I have been so lucky since Eric bought me for shekels at the auction. He freed me so I was able to meet you in a special way. I have been waiting for this all my life, and I never realized it." Jessica was actually quivering as she spoke.
On a lark both women decided to wear festive blond wigs, so they would not be recognized. (Li was thinking about former clients, Jessica was concerned about former UCLA students.) Li had what she called an Nefertiti wig while Jessica had long hair in an explosion of curls for a very ditzy look.
The mandatory retail therapy started at Nieman Marcus on Willshire in Beverly Hills. They wandered from department to department, but what finally struck their fancy were light silk robes called "harem robes," with short hems and wide sleeves, wide enough so they could show their tits from the side. The central body of the robe was a material that was not quite see-thru, while the sides and sleeves were see-thru. (The concept was copied from Ji El, theft of fashion ideas is called "routine business.") They both agreed it was the softest fabric the ever felt.
Jessica whispered, "not softer than your pubic mound."
Li was surprised at the comment and had to blush. "I didn't think you were such a bad girl who would say such a thing... but thank you. Maybe later..."
"I hope so..." Jessica considered for a moment. "I wasn't... until I met you. Last week things changed, the earth moved! With my watching you ass-fucked, and then you put hoses and plugs into my back door, it changed my outlook. Doing it so your sweet lover could use his cock to love me sooo gooood, that was mind-blowingly unselfish. It left a mark on my heart! If I had a guy like yours I would never allow, never mind enable somebody else to be with him. Plus you are so hot and fun. If I wrote such a script nobody would buy it." That was actually true, and Li had every reason to be proud of herself because of it. But it helped that she was also 100% sure of me.
They both agreed that the robes looked very sexy on them. With some consultation they decided on a third robe for me, as a "thank you" because I indulged their whims for the day. Li knew my size.
Jessica wondered if the rove was long enough, and if maybe that was good thing. Li called her "Bad" for such naughty thoughts.
Jessica replied, "If others see his good stuff, they might want some for themselves."
"He is here in spirit, and I will remember him every time I put this robe on," Jessica said.
Li replied, "Maybe you recall more when he takes it off... I know who I will think of when I take this off..." as she slipped off a shoulder and posed. Jessica saw her look and she had to blush at the obvious desire, at that moment she sensed that Li was not thinking of me.
"Oh, you are so bad! But you are probably right, so I guess I am a bad girl too. Maybe the wig... that is it, a blond wig makes me bad."
"No, I have seen you without the wig, you are bad to the bone, you just hide it well with pretty skin," Li said. "Corrupted for life I am sure. It finally feels good, doesn't it?"
Jessica laughed, "Yes, I like that word... and it does feel good. Will I be corrupted more tonight?"
"I'll never tell," Li answered. "I gave good manners and don't talk with mouth full..." Li mouthed the words "...of pussy," at the end. That comment was so intensely focused that Jessica shivered at it.
With a silly mood established along with a sexy undertone the two were drawn to something totally impractical and fun. With time before the movie they wandered about and found a place that fit them both, a boutique called "Szazzy Feather" selling one-of-a-kind products made of feathers plus the leather from birds like ostrich and emu. They each settled on indecent skimpy outfits, naughty revealing costume party wear made of feathers. Li picked a bikini made of super fine fishing line and tiny down feathers covering her nipples for a top and a leather belt of feathers for a bottom, the belt was worn as low as possible with feathers sticking down covering her slits in the front and most of the back. Each outfit also included a head piece, like a hat and mask combined, made of matching feathers. It was a sale, Halloween was coming. They could not leave them in the store, and the law would not allow them to wear them out of the store. They would be a traffic hazard!
Jessica picked something towel-sized made of feathers, like a serape, with a hole for her head. Unlike a real serape, instead of going from elbow to elbow this was barely wide enough to cover her body from nipple to nipple and not quite long enough to cover her crotch front and back. (Actually, it could be adjusted about 2 inches longer.) Also, there were random gaps in the coverage of the feathers. The selling point was color, all the feathers were dark black with tips of a bright color like red or yellow or iridescent light green. The outfit included "sun feather glasses" made of feathers that covered enough of the face served as a mask. They debated a string around the waist with a single large feather as a gift for me, but they concluded I would never wear it "without a tailfeather."
"Well," Li said, "he might be tempted to wear the feather in back, especially if he sees your sexy body, a feather would never cover his sticking out part...."
Both garments were technically legal, as long as you didn't move. They were pitched as "Pride" garments for a "Gay Pride" type of parade or party and were very expensive. Jessica knew the October law firm social would be a costume affair, and she thought maybe an invite could be arranged for Do Wong. She also had an office party coming up, and there anything went. She also had other opportunities with friends where the outfits would work.
For a movie they picked "Babylon A.D." with Vin Diesel, Michelle Yeoh and Charlotte Rampling. Both had seen ads and trailers for it, and they thought it was an interesting idea. As they watched it was visually interesting up to the third act (in New York), when the director included stupid bad choices and then threw in gunfights with impossibly poor marksmanship using excessive CGI. Li said all the shooters were "as good as nuns" as marksmen, it broke Jessica up. This severed the tender thread of plausibility every science fiction movie needs. On the other hand, maybe there were not too many good movies in theaters that week.
There was a short Vin Diesel + young girl shower scene that counted as a plus.
After the movie they had reservations for dinner and a room at the Hotel S-O, they checked in as soon as they arrived. Jessica was not sure about what to do with the cost of the room, because no price was listed. But I had taken care of that. She was surprised by my generosity. The desk gave them a note, from me, saying I was sorry I could not be there, but I would have bad dreams of them having "XXX-fun." Jessica was stunned, I was providing the bed for her to ravish and enjoy my own concubine in any way she chose. Li agreed that was her intention as well, saying I was "that type of lover guy," and that if somebody else made her happy while I was elsewhere, "it doesn't take inches off his dick when he sticks it in next. In fact, memories add much... We will both make sure we keep nothing from him."
"Agreed."
The desk girl nodded at the sage advice. Jessica said she would have to steal that line to use it somewhere, "it was too good."
The desk girl recognized Jessica's name (she was a writer, I had not planned this) and said that her script was incredible. Writers rarely get recognized so it made Jessica's evening.
Sitting down at dinner Jessica proposed a pinky swear. "Normally I see myself as a girl who can keep a secret. But to deny Mr. Grey about tonight seems iniquitous, and I mean everything, all the juicy details. So we both agree to hold nothing back. Okay?"
"Agreed," Li responded. "But you know his dirty mind will probably ask for demonstrations."
Jessica gasped. "Fuck me, I got wet! I would not mind that at all."
Over supper they talked about the movie, they both took away different thoughts about the birth at the end, which was meant to be insightful but honestly was just confusing. Black and white children in a world where the largest population is yellow? No. Hollywood is stupid.
Putting that blunt political point aside they saw the story suggested three alternatives based on what was shown. (A real religious miracle, the shower in Canada where a sex act might have taken place, or a bio-implant before the girl left the convent, or maybe before she was born. The convent option could yield an Oriental option.)
They were about half way through the meal when Jessica noticed that everyone in the dining room, about two dozen in all, was female!
Li explained that they could not advertise as "lesbians only" or anything like that. But it was an open secret that code words were used to make the reservation, and without those codes they "just did not have a table open" in the main room. Advertising was by word-of-mouth. There was a second more casual dining room for male or mixed parties, and the hotel rooms were split like 'smoking' and 'non smoking' by floor except, as Li said, "it is not about tobacco, but is about who lights your fire."
Jessica turned red, surely everybody at the hotel "knew" what the two would do in bed.
Li explained further, "Look, you don't have to kiss the waitress or actually be a card-carrying lesbian, women traveling for business or pleasure like to be in a safe space where they can relax." She gave a mysterious smile, "There are some other advantages as well." Jessica had more surprises ahead for the night. "Besides, what thoughts would you precipitate in a regular hotel, say checking in with your older very white father?"
