Molly's Fortune

No sooner had the name passed from her lips, Molly admonished herself for using it. She didn't hide her sexuality but neither did she wear it around her neck like a sign. Besides, her favorite club was three thousand miles away, and the name really didn't tell much about what kind of club it was. She'd be really stretching things to think that she'd have to find yet another new dentist because this one thought she was making a pass at her. A conclusion that, with all the staring that Molly had been doing, might've been encouraged if J.T. had a few more facts to add to it

"I've heard of it," the doctor said as she tested Molly's lip one more time and decided she was ready. "You've heard of it?" Molly mumbled in surprise.

"Well not the one in Boston," J.T. said as she tested the drill by pressing on the foot pedal, "but there was one up in Sacramento where I went to school. Now just lay back and relax, this is only going to take a few minutes."

Molly didn't even feel the drill as it evened out the small jagged hole in her tooth. The revelation that J.T. knew about Scarlett's had made her mind as numb as her jaw. What exactly did what she had said mean? A lot of straight women knew about Scarlett's back in Boston, Sacramento probably wasn't any different. J.T. hadn't said that she actually went there, just that she had heard of it.

"All done," J.T. said after she finished smoothing out the filling. "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No," Molly managed to say, her tongue feeling like it was twice normal size.

"Just try and not chew anything for the next few hours and it'll be fine in the morning."

"Thank you," the redhead nodded as she got up out of the chair. Freeing herself of the face shield and rubber safety gloves, J.T. walked Molly to the door to let her out. The doctor had just unlocked it when she turned to her.

"I'm afraid that you're not going to find anyplace like Scarlett's here in San Alejandro," she said as she held open the door and Molly stepped out into the empty hall, "but you might try the Candy Store over on Piedmont Avenue, it draws a nice crowd of pretty friendly people. I sometimes drop by there on the weekends."

With that, she said goodnight and wished the stunned woman a safe trip home. It would be a good two minutes before Molly thought to move from in front of the now locked office door.

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Saturday night found Molly doing the same thing that she had spent her weekends doing since moving to San Alejandro, catching up on paperwork from school. She now understood why the school district had been willing to reach across the country to find new teachers. With the limited budget they had to work with, just about every teacher did double duty, taking care of work that a clerical staff would've done back in Boston.

Still, even with the extra work, Molly had no cause to regret what she now could look at as an impulsive decision to come out to California. It was already late Fall and the weather was still warm and comfortable. Back East, she would've already been making sure of her winter gear.

The people on what her father had always referred to as "the left coast" were also an interesting mix. Molly had been surprised to discover that there was an open lesbian on the staff. Madeline Stein had been a teacher for almost thirty years and no one seemed to care that she had been living with another woman for two thirds of that time.

Another interesting person was Andrea Kelpler, who managed the small registrar's office with unbelievable skill. A twenty-two year old whose, at first impression, sole qualification for her job seemed to be a thirty-eight inch bust. That wasn't something Molly usually held against a woman, especially if she was holding it against her. School gossip made no secret of the fact that Andrea's main job function under Steven Manchester, the recently retired Principal, was helping him with stress relief. Said relief taking the form of coffee break and lunch hour blow jobs. Still, people were more than willing to overlook how she got the job since they couldn't remember the last time the office had run so well.

Another staff member who might not have been welcomed in most schools was Benjamin Logan, who had already been a teacher when Molly was just starting high school. As a teacher, Ben really knew his job and in that regard, she had no complaints. The problem was that the forty-three year old had the political sensitivity of a brick. There were already no less than four complaints from minority personnel about comments he'd made this year alone. That Ben was black didn't seem to matter.

Strange as it was, Molly really felt at home with these people. If only for the reason that what really seemed to count was how good a teacher you were, and not what else was important to you in your life.

"Evelyn really would've hated this place," Molly said to herself as she put down the last of the files, remembering what a control freak the coordinator was at times.

The mention of her unfaithful lover reminded the redhead of her still unfulfilled promise to look for a new girlfriend. Glancing at the clock on her desk, she noted that it was still only a quarter to nine. Most clubs wouldn't even be warming up by now.

"Enough of this crap," she said as she got up from her desk. "This is one lady who needs to get laid."

Heading into the bathroom, she stripped off the T-shirt and shorts she'd been wearing and turned on the shower. Stepping under the hot water, she remembered the club Doctor Vitola had mentioned. Since she hadn't any other prospects, she might as well check that out.

As for the doctor herself, Molly had finally decided that while the dentist was probably into women, she really didn't have an attraction to her newest patient. Otherwise, she wouldn't have waited until she was literally out the door before mentioning the club to her. She could've just as simply asked Molly out for a drink or something.

No, no magic there, Molly thought as she got out of the shower and dried herself off. Still, it was nice of her to mention the club in the first place, giving the redhead someplace to at least start looking for Ms. Right.

Moving to the bedroom, she pulled panties from one of the dressers and a favorite dress from the closet. While the school was pretty lenient as far as a dress code went, this went pretty far beyond their limits. It had the right combination of comfort and sexuality. A sleeveless black number just low cut enough to accent the deep valley of her breasts. If she wanted to make an impression, this would certainly do it. The dress practically screamed "Fuck Me".

After checking her appearance in the mirror, she combed out her short red hair. Molly then applied just the right amount of make up and finished off her outfit with a small gold chain around her neck. From which hung an Egyptian Ankh, a gift from an old love that she always felt gave her luck.

Leaving her work problems sitting on the table, Molly headed downstairs to wait for the cab she had called for a few minutes before.

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She didn't have a long wait as the cab showed up only five minutes later. As she climbed into the back seat, the young man driving the car turned around as to give himself an eyeful of the body he had only gotten a quick look at as he pulled up.

"And where can I take you tonight, pretty lady?" he asked, a smile on his face and his eyes glued to her breasts.

"I'm not really sure of the address, but I know it's on Piedmont Avenue," Molly said, ignoring his stare. "It's a club called The Candy Store, do you know where it is?"

The sudden change in his expression told Molly more than any thing he said that not only did he know where it was, he knew exactly what kind of woman went to a club like that. With a simple okay, and not another word, he turned around and started the meter as the cab pulled out into the light traffic.

During the short trip, Molly caught the driver taking a few peeks at her in the rear view mirror. No doubt, he was trying to imagine her doing things with another woman. Long used to such narrow-minded people, she just ignored him.

"Here we go," he finally said as the cab came to a stop on a deserted street. "That'll be eleven twenty-five."

Molly handed him a ten and a five, telling him to keep the change. The tip didn't make him any more sociable as the cab took off the minute she stepped out onto the curb.

It wasn't hard to locate the club as it was the only place open on the entire block. The rest of the businesses in the area were more suited to the nine to five crowd. Originally built as a disco back in the late eighties, the club had gone bust a decade later and reopened two years back catering to a narrower clientele.

"Well, Doctor Vitola was right about one thing," Molly thought as she stepped inside, "it's certainly no Scarlett's."

Still, it was far from the worst place she'd been in. A long bar took up the left side of the club, with the other two thirds taken up by a dance floor. There was space for a band but at the moment, the music was coming out of a CD filled juke box that was hooked up to the wall speakers. The lighting was subdued, but enough to see where you were going, and more importantly, who you were talking to.

A sign on the wall warned that occupancy by more than two hundred people was a violation of the fire codes. Looking around, Molly guessed the club only held a quarter of that at the moment, so no worries there. Actually, she thought, since this was her first time here, the small number might actually be an advantage.

Heading for the bar, Molly noticed that the women who were here comprised a pretty varied group. Aside from age and physical differences, they also covered all levels of lesbian subculture. From lipstick femmes to some really hard-core butch types. Back in Boston, many of them would have their own bar, but with this being the only game in town, they had no place else to go. Which was fine by Molly, since she had never really gone for just one type. Why narrow the field, she thought, when every new person you meet might be a new adventure.

"What can I get for you, Sugar?" the bartender, a tall, slim black girl asked as Molly pulled up to an empty spot at the end.

"Just a beer please," Molly replied.

"Bottle, or on tap?" the bartender, whose name Molly guessed was Keisha, based on the tattoo on her exposed arm. Taking a moment to glance down the length of the bar, Molly noticed that most of the women had bottles in front of them.

"Bottle will be fine."

"Coming right up."

The short haired woman, clad in a sleeveless white T-shirt and black jeans reached down to a unseen cooler beneath the bar and produced a bottle. Then, with a well-practiced motion, she popped off the top with a church key and placed it in front of Molly.

"First time here?" Keisha asked as she released her hold on the bottle.

"Actually yes," Molly replied as she dropped a ten-dollar bill on the countertop, "I just moved to San Alejandro over the summer."

"First one's on me then," Keisha said with a smile, taking a long moment to look Molly over.

"Thank you."

Molly returned the smile. While she took a taste of the drink, a local beer that she had never heard of, the transplanted New Englander took the opportunity to check out Keisha as well.

"Not bad," she said, leaving Keisha to decide if she was referring to the beer or the view.

"Well, if you don't find anything else that whets your interest," Keisha said as she started to move off to answer someone else's drink request, "I get off at two."

Not wanting to commit herself to anything, especially this early in the evening, Molly just smiled and watched the bartender move off. As she did, she couldn't help but notice she had a very tight ass.

Molly chatted with a few women over the next hour, some interesting, some not so. The dance floor began to become more crowded as the hour grew later and more people began to come in. Around eleven, a band even began to set up at the far end of the room. All girls of course, they looked like a bunch of college kids.

Listening to the band go through their first set, Molly didn't pay much attention to the woman who stepped into the just vacated space next to her at the bar. The woman ordered a beer, then turned to look at the redhead.

"There's a rumor going around that a lot of the women in this place are lesbians," she said to Molly in a voice the redhead couldn't help but recognize.

Turning around, Molly found herself looking into the last person she expected to see. No, make that the next to last person. Andrea Kelpler would've been the first.

"Doctor Vitola," Molly smiled, surprised but nevertheless pleased to see the dark haired dentist.

"Please, make it J.T.," the older woman said.

"Hi J.T.," Molly corrected herself.

The five foot ten brunette had traded her office whites for a pair of denim shorts and a skin tight yellow T-shirt that bore the logo of a local sports team. The long hair that had been pulled back in a tight bun now hung loose around her shoulders.

"I'm surprised to see you," Molly said, "weren't you going on vacation?"

"What gave you that idea?" J.T. asked, lifting her beer to her mouth and taking a long drink from it.

"I just thought..." Molly started to say, then realized that it had been the receptionist that had mentioned a vacation. She had just assumed that J.T. was going on one as well since the office was going to be closed. "Never mind, my mistake."

"I was hoping I might run into you here," J.T. said, changing the subject.

"You were?" Molly countered, "but I thought..."

Molly again stopped in mid-sentence, realizing that she had also been wrong in thinking J.T. hadn't been interested. Obviously, she thought, the woman preferred to keep her professional life totally separate from her private one, much as Molly had originally done back in Boston. In way of explanation, she mentioned that she understood that J.T. didn't want her staff to know about her personal affairs.

"Oh, all the girls in the office know I'm gay," J.T. replied, "that's not something I make any secret of."

"I think maybe we should start over," Molly said, thinking that she'd been wrong almost from the moment she'd walked into J.T.'s office. "Hi, I'm Molly Kerrigan and I think you have the most beautiful eyes I've seen in a long time." she laughed.

"Hi Molly Kerrigan," J.T. grinned, "J.T. Vitola, it's nice to meet you."

"And the J.T. stands for? Molly asked as she suddenly realized that she'd never asked before.

"Most people just call me J.T."

"Okay, J.T. it is," Molly said, not wanting to commit another mistake by pushing the issue.

The two women smiled as J.T. motioned to the bartender to give them both another bottle of beer. Molly caught a small look of disappointment on Keisha's face when she delivered the drinks. Evidently, she had really been hoping that Molly might still be available when her shift was over.

"So what do you think of the place," J.T. asked as she started on the new bottle.

"Well, it's different from what I'm used to," Molly replied, not wanting to say anything discouraging in case J.T. really liked the place.

"I'll admit it could use some improvements," J.T. said, "but it does have some charms. Maybe later I'll show some of them to you."

"I'd like that," Molly replied, downing some of her own drink and thinking she'd like to see anything that J.T. wanted to show her.

They chatted for a while about innocuous subjects, just getting a feel for each other. Finally, J.T. asked Molly if she'd like to dance.

"I'd love to," came her eager reply.

Leaving the bar behind, their spots quickly being filled by two other women, Molly and J.T. moved out to the center of the dance floor. The college girl band that had been setting up before turned out to be pretty good, alternating between familiar standards and some original works.

The crowd in the club had increased dramatically since Molly had first arrived. It was nearing, if not already exceeding, the posted legal occupancy. The immediate result was that Molly and J.T. had only a small square of space in which to dance, one in which they had to practically rub up against each other in to avoid the press of the women around them. A situation that neither of them minded in the least.

After a spirited rendition of "Girls Just Want To Have Fun", the band switched to a slow, sexy song. One during which Molly was more than happy to have J.T. wrap her arms around her as she pressed her head against the taller woman's breasts. The redhead closed her eyes as they moved, enjoying the warmth of J.T. pressed against her and the natural scent of her body.

It was just as the last strands of the song began to fade that J.T. lifted Molly's head and kissed her. A kiss soft and sweet, one that the younger woman could feel down to her toes. Returning the gesture a moment later, Molly couldn't help but think her luck was finally beginning to change.

'Come on," J.T. said as she took Molly's hand in hers and led her off the dance floor, "I want to show you one of the really nice things about this place."

Molly followed her to the rear of the club, past a sign that read restrooms. A staircase led to a lower floor where, after walking down a narrow hallway, they came to two doors, both marked "Ladies Room".

Neither had a door at the entranceway and Molly could see that the first was indeed a bathroom. Originally, it had been the men's room back when this had been a straight club. The second opening led to a room over twice the size of the first. The original woman's bathroom, it had consisted of the necessary facilities as well as a small area in front with a wall-mounted mirror and make up table. One of the first things the new owners had done was rip out everything within and redesign the room.

It was now a spacious lounge, filled with small couches and loveseats. Soft, half dimmed lighting provided just enough illumination to see where they were going, yet also gave a certain level of privacy and intimacy as well.

Stepping inside, it took a little bit for their eyes to adjust to the lower light, but once they did, Molly's opened wide. The assorted collection of seats were all filled up by couples, every one of them in some level of intimate contact with their partner. No one was totally naked, or anything like that, but more than a few had articles of clothing in disarray.

"Do you want to stay?" J.T. asked, giving Molly the chance to opt out.

"Yes," Molly replied as she squeezed J.T.'s hand tightly.

J.T. kissed her again. This time the kiss was more intimate and forceful as Molly felt the brunette's tongue slip into her mouth. She reached out with her own to meet it, feeling a pleasing warmth as they met.

J.T. pointed out an open spot over by a corner counter and Molly headed for it. As she moved across the floor, she could see two women on a couch with their tops off, one sucking on the breasts of the other. Another couple occupied part of an outcropping on the wall, one had her skirt lifted up around her waist while her partner had her head up under it. Neither even looked up as she walked by.

In the low light, Molly almost walked into the wall, stopping just before she crashed into it. Before she could turn around, she felt J.T. move up against her. The redhead let out a gasp as she felt J.T. grind her crotch against her ass. J.T.'s arms encircled her and began to rub her breasts through her dress.

Molly's nipples quickly grew hard as her breaths quickened. They became even shorter when she felt J.T.'s breath on her neck. J.T.'s tongue slowly licked up the side of her neck until it reached her ear, which she proceeded to nibble and lick at.