Dallas Mayo - For women only

Something was bound to turn up, I figured. And it did. Or rather, she did. Right there in the hotel lobby! Her sidelong glance seemed more furtive thank frank, but I got the impression that she was hoping, too. Hoping for someone like me to happen along. Only she had to be subtle about it, naturally; why publicize a gay pickup? I was sure nobody else could see the interest lurking behind her mask of spurious nonchalance.

Her eyes met mine more boldly as I walked by. I turned my head and stared, inquisitive, quite deliberate now. Then, stepping back toward her, I murmured the trite phrase that would work if my guess was accurate and cause no harm if it wasn't.

"I beg your pardon…" My tone was soft but firm. "You look familiar. Do we know each other from somewhere?"

"Umm, no, I don't think so." She shrugged. And with a roguish smile, "But does it really matter?"

That did it. I smiled back and we introduced ourselves. Her name was Inez, mine Rory. And she was staying here at the hotel; wouldn't I like to come up and chat awhile? An afternoon drink just to get acquainted, perhaps? Just between us girls…

I nodded breathlessly. She swung around and I followed her across the lobby to the elevator, my gaze glued to the swell of undulating hips that slithered and swayed under cover of the tight-fitting tailored skirt. The woman was no great beauty, but even now her body exuded a kind of carnality. My kind of carnality, ah yes, I had found a friend, a timely bosom-companion in my time of need. A sexy stranger to divert my mind, to soothe my flesh, to ease the strain of making those difficult decisions. How I needed her!

Inside the elevator, a closer scrutiny turned out to be mildly disappointing. There was a rough-hewn irregularity to her facial features, too large a nose, too coarse a mouth. And yet that very appearance of coarseness made her seem remarkably sensual. This was a creature designed for bed.

And that was where we were going. To bed. Her bed. So what if she was less than perfect? Whatever a lover might lack in pulchritude, she could make up for in passion. And anyway, what right had I to complain? Alt I wanted was a woman – and she was certainly that, all woman, very much so. I could smell her body fragrance, feminine and faintly musky. No complaints, then. After all, beggars can't be choosers, can they?

In her room, Inez produced a bottle and a couple of clean glasses. "Honey, how much time do you have? I mean, uh, are we in a hurry?"

"No. No hurry. I've got the afternoon free."

"Fine. Me, too. Lucky I bumped into you. I don't usually get much action till after dark. Yeah, I'm sure glad we got together, you know? You're a pretty cute kid. I'm going to enjoy you. That pretty mouth of yours…"

"My-my mouth? Aw, you're putting me on. Everybody says it's too big. How can you call it pretty?"

"Silly girl. Don't listen to them. I like your big mouth and your thick lips. Mmm, all moist and shiny, so pretty. Fascinating, absolutely fascinating."

The compliment helped, even though I had rather expected it. People often reacted to my overly prominent lips that way, responding to an almost blatant natural erotic appeal. But aside from that, well, she hadn't done much to reduce the tension. I puzzled over her manner of speaking, it sounded downright crude now. Even some of the meaning escaped me. Action after dark, for instance; was she trying to drop a hint about the hotel in general? Night-blooming orgies maybe? I knew only that the place had a slightly gay reputation, gay for girls, active but quite discreet. And I wasn't in the mood to ask a lot of questions and advertise my ignorance.

After a stiff drink, I relaxed somewhat. I still couldn't figure my new friend out, but that seemed less important now. We were here, and the door was locked. We had picked each other up for one purpose. It was the only ostensible reason for our even being together. We both knew the score…

Or did we?

By this time we should have been floundering around on the bed and frantically seeking out the hidden joys of our sexually attuned bodies, a cooperative effort. Only we weren't. Inez had made no attempt to come near me as yet, nary a pass – and I just wasn't confident enough to get things started myself.

She rose suddenly and set her glass down. "I ought to grab a quick shower. You won't mind waiting, will you? It won't take me more than a few minutes."

"Go to it. No hurry, we said. Don't worry, I won't start without you."

"Great. Pour yourself another drink meanwhile." Smiling, she ambled off and vanished into the bathroom.

A moment later I heard the noisy gush of the shower. I pictured her standing there under it, pelted by the spray. Naked, of course, although it took some imagination on my part. Naked and glistening! With droplets of water coursing down past the bulges and hollows of that pneumatically fleshed body. It excited me no end. I could hardly wait for her return.

The sound stopped. Then the bathroom door opened a little way, and her head popped into view. "Hey! What kind of perfume do you like? Got any special favorite?"

"P-perfume?" The question seemed a bit odd.

"Uh-huh. To make me smell nice for you. How about it, should I dab on something real spicy?"

"You choose. Anything is all right with me."

Once again I was puzzled. She had evidently wanted me to dictate her choice of scent. But why? What for? Why should the woman go out of her way just to please me? My very presence here in her hotel room should have been enough to quell any doubt. She didn't have to sell me on herself. I was already sold. Eager. Impatient. So why make such a production out of it?

She came out in a shimmery negligee. It looked good on her, its folds rustling, parting, exposing her legs with every swaying stride. She dropped upon the bed carelessly, unconcerned about the cling of the garment. It remained open here and there, quite revealing.

The glass was cold in my hands and yet I could feel my palms sweating. Strong as the liquor was, it had become almost tasteless to me. Because there was another taste I craved. A taste far more tempting. But an awkwardness still prevailed between us, keeping me from my goal. I just couldn't take the initiative.

Casual conversation became my only alternative. "Inez, what was that about the perfume? A fetish of yours?"

"Not exactly. But it might be one of yours. I wanted everything to be nice for you. As perfect as possible. Know what I mean?"

"I-I'm not sure I do."

"Oh hell, it's just one of the things I've got to think twice about. A girl in my business has to keep a close watch over all the little details."

"A girl in…" I gulped and swallowed the rest of my shocked speech. But it was too late. Obviously in shock herself, she must have read my expression of dismay only too accurately.

"I'll be damned. Honey? You mean you didn't know? Down there in the lobby – you really didn't know? Rory?"

"I-I just didn't."

"Hmm. And all this time I thought…"

"I'm sorry."

"Forget it. What's to be sorry about? I needed the shower anyway. And I don't mind wasting a little perfume."

"Do you want me to leave?" I stood up.

"Leave? If you want to. That's up to you, isn't it? Now that you know, maybe you'd still like to stay awhile."

"Oh. But-but then I'd…"

"As a matter of fact, I think you ought to stay. You look as if you need it. And what the hell, twenty bucks is no great fortune. Bargain rates, because of our misunderstanding. You can afford twenty dollars, can't you?"

"Well… uh…"

"Sweetie, don't be embarrassed. You can't help being what you are, not any more than I can. I'm not that way myself, of course. I don't go for the girl-girl stuff, I mean – at least not for my own personal kicks. But if you're interested, it's okay with me. I'm always glad to turn a trick. So if you like my body and want to get a closer whiff of this nice spicy perfume on especially for you darling…"