Love/Sex Warning/Disclaimer: This story is about love and an explicit sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age, if lesbian relationships offend you or if this type of story is illegal in the state, province or country in which you live, please do not go any further. Go back to making cookies, go play with your toys or go visit the Disney site but do not read this story.
Standard Disclaimer: I really don't need a disclaimer because these gals belong to me. This is an Uber story so the physical appearance of the main characters will probably be very familiar to the reader. The main setting is Laguna Beach, California with a few trips to other localities. The names of some of the places depicted are real, although the actual settings may be embellished for the readers enjoyment. It is a present time love story.
Kudos: To my lover (who spent/spends many hours by herself while this was/is being written). Thanks to my friend and editor, Jeanne for catching little mistakes I otherwise would have let slip onto the pages you will be reading, thus keeping me from embarrassing myself and to my daughter, Nicole, for constant encouragement. Thanks to you for reading it and for liking Alex and Samantha enough to want to read a sequel!
Odd as it might seem, sleeping in her own bed reinstated old habits, and Alex once again found herself waking up with the first light of dawn. Conversely, Samantha found the comfort of home reversed her propensity to awaken at Alexs slightest move. Alex realized this as she slipped out from under the smaller womans grasp and inched off the bed.
Today would definitely be a busy one, and she wanted to get started as soon as possible. Rainbow followed her into the kitchen, and she gave the small creature a saucer of milk before pouring her own tea. Alexs business persona had reminded her last evening that she would need to check her e-mail in the morning, so she had gone down to the car and retrieved the laptop. The computer now sat vacantly staring at her, a physical reminder that it was time to return to work.
During their absence from the office, her contact with Kim had been through online messages and phone calls. Luckily, there hadnt been any major problems arise in the two weeks they were "vacationing," and most of the inquiries were easily handled via the Internet. The brunette loved living in the information age and now having the ability to be an absentee boss was more important than it had ever been before. She shivered at the thought of the stack of telephone messages that would be awaiting her arrival in the office later this morning, but she wasnt quite ready to tackle them right now.
On the way home yesterday, she and Samantha had discussed having Sally come and visit again and the remote possibility of Sams mom joining her. Nothing would make Samantha happier than to see her mom and sister at the same time, but Alex was doubtful that the elder Riley would be making a visit to Laguna in the near future unless things at home were continuing to get worse. She had mixed feelings when thoughts of the Rileys came to mind. She desperately wanted Samantha to have the approval of her entire family, but the brunette had been dealing with the patriarch far too long to hold onto any fairy-tale hope of a happy ending where he was concerned. It seemed he ran his family like he ran his salespeople, with control and fear, throwing crumbs of encouragement and reward when the spirit moved him. She disliked Don Riley before she had ever met him in the flesh, and after what he did to Samantha, she downright loathed the man. The only reason she had not pursued annihilating him in business was because it would also devastate Samantha and the rest of her family.
Shaking off the queasy feeling that was building in her stomach from thoughts of the initial confrontation between father and daughter, she turned her thoughts to pleasant things, namely, Samantha. She would give the sleeper another hour, and then their vacation would definitely be ended. Alex spent the next 45 minutes hooking up Samanthas video game, playing with Rainbow, and answering e-mail.
The sun had peeked over the building and was filtering playfully into the living room when she decided it was time to awaken the blonde and get ready to greet the workday.
Surprisingly, the anticipated chore did not turn out as Alex had expected. With two cups of tea in hand, she walked through the bedroom door, only to find Samantha sitting on the side of the bed, her sparkling emerald eyes actually open, and a large grin upon her face after she caught a glimpse of Alexs expression.
"See, I can greet the day without having to be dragged kicking and screaming from the security of our bed." Samantha reached out and relieved her partner of one of the cups of hot liquid. "Thanks, Alex, this is just what I need." She took a large sip and sighed. "Guess its time to put our noses back on that grindstone."
"For the time being, yes. But we are going to start working on finding you an assistant, someone to eventually take your place when youre too busy with your writing to be bothered with Alternative Paradise."
"I love working with you, Alex, but you know the prospect of having writing turn into a career would be a dream come true." The smaller woman put her tea down and motioned for Alex to sit by her on the bed. "In the meantime, I would like to still keep working in the clinic so at least I feel useful. Im pretty sure you concocted my position out of your own necessity." The smaller woman grinned as her lover could not totally deny the fact. "But I think its become a fairly viable position, and it gives me a sense of pride to know I can coordinate a clinic the size of ours."
"Im not trying to push you out of the center, Samantha. I just want to give you the opportunity to have the time to pursue your writing as well as to delve deeper into the area of healing like we discussed on the trip home."
"I want to do all of that, Alex. And I want to do the traveling that we talked about, but things are happening so quickly; I cant keep a grasp on all of them. In actuality, having the center is keeping me grounded in the real world."
"There are just so many places I want to take you . . . so much for us to experience . . ."
"Alex, well have the time." Samantha placed a hand on the brunettes shoulder. "Why dont we pretend that we need the money and the jobs and keep building this center until its everything you envisioned? While were doing that, we can also find a physical therapist to come in only when needed and who will one day be able to take over when we vacation. Ill train someone to do the same for my position." She kissed Alex on the cheek. "I love the way you want to spoil me, Honey, but I think youll be unhappy if you dont make this center everything you wanted it to be before I came along and interrupted your life."
"I wouldnt call you an interruption." Alex chuckled and then continued, "Nothing like the artist giving the business woman the practical side of life." She drew the smaller woman into her arms. "I want you to be happy, Samantha, and I have all the means at my disposal to make your every wish come true."
"The thing that makes me happiest is being beside you, Alex. I didnt realize you were as wealthy as you are when I fell in love with you, you know?"
Sapphire eyes glistened as the dark-haired beauty listened to words that further gladdened an already overflowing heart.
"Sure," Samantha confessed, "I knew you had money or at least backers who had money. There would have been no way you could have been able to afford to renovate the warehouse into this center if you hadnt. But I had no idea of your total worth. It wasnt your money I fell in love with, Alex; it was you."
"I think I finally get the picture," the dark-haired beauty beamed at her mate. "Well take the playing slowly. Youll write as the Muse allows, and like Mom suggested, well both do some studying of Reiki and see what the fates have in store for us."
"Sounds like a marvelous life plan, Alex," Samantha agreed.
"Well, if thats the case, then its time for you to get your butt out of bed and back into your routine of businesswoman. It is Monday morning, you know?"
A shower, a quick breakfast, and less than an hour later the two women made their presence known downstairs. Every employee they came into contact with welcomed them home, and they were soon back into the natural swing of the centers operation. Alex had a meeting with Kim in her office, and Sam went to check on her scheduling for the upcoming week for lectures and guest instructors.
They had promised to meet for lunch in the apartment, but at 11:30 Alex called Samanthas office to let her know there was going to be an emergency meeting in the conference room. Samantha couldnt imagine what would have instigated the necessity for a stat meeting, but she dropped what she was doing and headed for the second floor.
She arrived at the large room and was greeted by one of the employees who graciously opened the double doors and motioned for her to enter ahead of him.
The word did exactly that as she looked up and saw all the employees, who were not working with clients, standing beneath a large sign that read: Happy Belated Birthday, Samantha!
She could feel the color as it rose in her cheeks and her eyes filled with tears. Alex was there by her side with a comforting arm around her shoulders. "Nothing like stretching your special day out over three weeks," her lover whispered into her ear, making her smile.
"I dont know what to say!" The blonde looked around the room and mouthed, "thank you" to everyone there.
"Well, dont just stand there," Angel commented as she motioned for Samantha to come further into the room. "We have a spread here, a cake to cut, and presents. Of course, we only have our lunch hours, so time is short."
Samantha walked over to Angel and gave her a hug, "Thanks, this is such a surprise."
"Hey, we couldnt let your day go by without celebrating it. But we did have this planned for last week," the dark-haired woman smiled. "We had to make up an excuse to eat the first cake."
"Ill bet that wasnt hard," Samantha replied. "Probably something likethe boss is staying away another week," she smiled back at her friend.
Now it was Angels turn to feign embarrassment.
It didnt take long for the food to begin to disappear, and Samantha insisted on cutting the cake before opening the presents so those who had to leave could take some with them. She opened the gifts according to who had to leave first and saved Kims and Angels for last.
Kims gift was tickets to a dinner-theatre show in Los Angeles; they were open-end tickets so they could pick any show in the coming season. "I figured you might want to do some sight seeing sometime in the near future, and it would be a nice way to the spend the evening afterward."
"These are marvelous, Kim, thank you!" Samantha turned to Alex and smiled. "Now theres no doubt that we have to visit LA."
"I guess not," the brunette responded. "Well see what shows theyre planning to do this season, and you pick the date." She smiled over at her old friend and mouthed a "thank you," to which Kim mouthed back a "youre welcome," before giving Samantha a hug and begging off to attend to a client.
Finally, the only present left was Angels. Samantha was sure by its shape that it was a music CD but was pleasantly surprised when it turned out to be another video game. "This looks really interesting," she commented as she turned the case over in the hand. "What kind of a game is this, exactly?"
"Youre kidding me, right?" Angel came closer and took the jewel case out of Samanthas hands. "Youre not telling me that you dont know who this is?" Angel pointed to the image on the front of the case.
A blank expression crossed the face of the small blonde as she looked at her friend in amazement. "Im afraid I am. Who is it?"
"Its only the star of the most syndicated series on television. You really mean to tell me the two of you dont watch television?"
"Not that much," Samantha blushed. "Weve been rather preoccupied lately."
"Oh, yeah," Angel acknowledged. "I forgot the two of you were still in the sheet-burn stage."
Now Samantha was really blushing. She wanted desperately to change the topic of conversation from her and Alex and back to the game. "So, whos Xena?"
"Listen, we dont have time to go into all of who she is right now, Sam. Just try to catch it on television one of these nights, okay? Its a great show and Ill fill you in on the details later! In the meantime, enjoy the game. I hate to eat and run, but I have a client arriving in five minutes. Happy belated birthday." She gave the blonde a kiss on the cheek and hurried out the door.
"Okay, now Im really confused," Samantha confessed as she looked up at Alex and got no help whatsoever.
"Hey, I dont know anymore than you do. Guess well have to find this show in the guide and watch it sometime, especially if its a big enough hit to warrant a video game being named after it."
Neither Samantha nor Alex had taken time to eat while the room was filled with employees. Now with it empty, they sat down to the plates that someone had been kind enough to fill for them.
"So, hows it going being back?" Alex asked while she pushed her salad around the plate with her fork.
"Its been quite a busy morning. We have some new speakers coming in next week, so Im glad we got back in time for me to schedule them in. We also have a Reiki instructor penciled in for the first week in November that ought to be interesting. It gives me time to read the book Mom gave me and for us to study on it a little." She turned to her lover who was still pushing her food around her plate. "How did your morning go, Alex?"
"Most of it went great, until I had a meeting with Kim."
"And . . .?"
"It seems there is a bit of a problem with Angel." Alex saw the look on Samanthas face and the way the blonde started to shake her head.
"I dont think its anything either of us could have foreseen," Alex continued. "Kim thinks she has a drinking problem."
"Why? What makes her think that?"
"Thereve been complaints from a few of the late afternoon clients that she smelled of alcohol, and one client mentioned that she had slurred speech during one of his visits."
"No one mentioned any untoward advances, did they?" Samantha asked, hoping to receive a negative response.
"No, but I dont know if I want to take the chance that she might," Alex confessed. "Were much too new a center to have problems with employees making passes at clients or being inebriated on the job." The brunette shook her head and got up from the table to stare out at the ocean. "I like Angel, and shes a damn good therapist. I would like to try to talk to her and get her help before taking any disciplinary action." She turned around and looked at Samantha. "What do you think we should do?"
The blonde got up and stood next to her partner. "Ive had my outs with Angel, but if she has an addiction problem and if shes willing to work on it, then I think we ought to help her. The trick is going to be approaching her with the situation."
"I know, and I dont relish that in the least. I suppose we could watch her closely for the next few weeks. Now that were aware of the situation, we could take action as soon as one of us, or Kim for that matter, observes that she is under the influence during business hours. I guess we could wait that long."
"That sounds like a marvelous plan, Alex," Samantha agreed. "That way were not jumping onto her for something we werent around to observe personally. I just hope we can get it under control before we take off for another vacation."
"Im sorry to ruin your party atmosphere with this discussion, Honey," Alex stated, putting her arms around the smaller womans shoulders.
"Dont be silly. This is important. My birthday has lasted longer than ever before, and this lunch today came as a complete surprise."
"Hey, to get on a lighter subject, did you get a chance to call your sister this morning?"
Green eyes beamed up into sapphire orbs. "As a matter of fact, yes, but just for a short period of time. She had to get off to work and made me promise to call later this evening and fill her in on our trip. Im not exactly sure how to explain the visitation. I may leave most of that until I see her in person. Itll be easier to talk with her about it face-to-face, Im sure."
"As much as I hate to say this," Alex began, "I have a conference call in about ten minutes with a new doctor who wants to send us patients."
"It is still a work day," Samantha smiled as she received a goodbye kiss from her lover. "Ill put whats left of the perishables away before I leave here. See you in a couple of hours."
Alex gave her a hug and reluctantly withdrew her arms from around the blonde. "Yeah, until then. See you in a bit. Dont work too hard."
"You either," Samantha countered, before giving Alex the shooing motion with her hands, encouraging her to leave. "Go . . . time to go back to work . . . boss." She blew Alex a kiss when she reached the door and watched as she walked into the hall.
The rest of the afternoon was uneventful as was the evening and the remainder of the week. It didnt take them long to get back into the swing of work. In the evenings, Samantha made sure they spent some time going over the book Aurora had given them on Reiki. They would position the large pillows on the floor and sit by the windows, overlooking the ocean. Sam would read, sometimes to herself and sometimes out loud. Growing up with Aurora, Alex already knew all about the chakras and their colors and functions. Samantha found the new material fascinating and had Alex test her on her knowledge after she would finish a chapter in the book.
Marcy called on Wednesday evening, and it was decided that she and Von would come up on Thursday night and they could all leave refreshed on Friday. Alex suggested that they spend Friday and Saturday evening in the City of Angels and take in a bit of sight seeing on Saturday. The plan was to arrive in Los Angeles in time to check into the hotel before the show and then to have a late dinner afterward. Normally it would be a three-hour drive, but because it was a Friday they added at least another hour to compensate for the traffic and then another hour for any surprises that might occur along the way. So, they needed to leave Laguna at least by noon.
The guests arrived close to 11 oclock on Thursday evening. Sam had everything packed and the suitcase sitting in the living room long before Marcy and Von showed up. Marcy had not informed Alex that she had purchased a new car and surprised her friend by arriving in a brand new Suburban sans the VCR and television that Alex had envisioned for the one she was thinking about purchasing.
"I figured there was no way the four of us were going to fit into either that Porsche of yours or Samanthas VW. This way we can all ride in style."
"But, Im used to doing the driving," Alex grumbled as she congratulated her friend on the new vehicle and gave it a thorough inspection. "Dont suppose youd let me drive part of the way to Hollywood?"
After protesting too much, Marcy smiled and agreed that they would share the drive, but insisted that she be behind the wheel by the time they reached the city.
They called it an early night, and everyone was in bed before the stroke of midnight in anticipation of a weekend full of activity.
"I feel a little guilty about taking off tomorrow," Samantha confessed as she snuggled close to her lover. "Weve been back less than a week."
"Do you have all the lecturers and instructors scheduled for next week?" Alex asked.
"Then theres no reason we cant take the day off. I got caught up on everything I had scheduled, also. We have people to cover the center, and thats why we hired them." Alex kissed Samantha on the head and held her tightly. "Now, close those pretty eyes of yours and dream of the City of the Stars. Tomorrow at this time youll be in Hollywood."
Samantha did exactly what she was told, and the next thing she knew Alex was shaking her gently to wake her up.
"Come on, sleepyhead, time for breakfast."
"Breakfast?" Samantha mumbled as she turned over in bed and placed the pillow over her head.
"Breakfast, Samantha. Breakfast and Hollywood, remember?"
"Hollywood!" Samantha rolled back around and rubbed her eyes. "Its morning already and were going to see Ellen tonight!"
"By George, I think shes got it," Alex laughed at the still half-asleep woman trying to shake the cobwebs from her head.
"But you said breakfast, and I dont smell a thing."
"I said breakfast, but that doesnt have to mean Ive cooked it, silly," Alex shook her head while she watched Sam scoot off the bed and stumble into the bathroom. "As soon as youve showered and dressed, we can all leave and go get something to eat before we start the long drive."
"Gods is everyone else awake and dressed?" the small blonde wanted to know.
"Marcys up but Von is more inclined to sleep late like you, so Marcy is having this same conversation with her, I suppose."
"This is going to be so much fun, Alex," Samantha exclaimed before grabbing her toothbrush and attacking her teeth. She finished brushing and walked over to give the brunette, who was sitting on the bed watching her, a good morning kiss. "I cant believe we are going to see Ellen."
"Believe it. Now get dressed and lets go. I already have the suitcase down in the car, so were just waiting for you two stragglers. Its only 9 oclock, so were still ahead of schedule ourselves with plenty of time to stop for food. Im going to go downstairs while youre in the shower and make sure everythings running smoothly and that everyone whos supposed to be here today showed up." Without waiting for an answer, she left the apartment and headed for the center.
Within the half-hour all four women were climbing into the Suburban. They stopped for breakfast before they reached the limits of Laguna and with full stomachs began their excursion, which would lead them to the City of the Angels.
Both the weather and the traffic were in their favor. Samantha loved the drive, especially when they started passing some of the quaint beach towns on their way to the larger city. She sat in the back with Von, and Sam filled her in about their vacation in Sedona. Marcy let Alex drive the first half of the trip; then they switched places and Marcy drove the final hour-and-a-half.
Check-in was quick and easy. Alex had reserved adjoining rooms and surprised her friends who had thought they were all sharing one room. She insisted the hotel be her treat since they had bought the tickets for the concert. Since they were not going to take the time to do the theme park scene this time around, Alex booked them into a hotel across from the Egyptian Theater, formerly Manns Chinese. She knew Samantha would love comparing her footprints and handprints to those of the stars. Figuring they would be in the Hollywood area most of Saturday, Alex felt it was better to have the hotel closer to where they were going to spend the day.
The hotel had been renovated ten years prior and was a throwback to the 1920s. All the old wall coverings and furniture had been duplicated, and the women felt as if they were regressing to the days of flappers, gangsters, prohibition, and bathtub gin.
"What an elegant building," Samantha commented as they followed the bellboy to their rooms.
Alex smiled, knowing her choice had been the right one. "I thought we all might enjoy a glimpse of what was elite during the Roaring 20s," the brunette admitted. "Style has a way of bypassing generations. I requested rooms with a view of the theater across the street," Alex continued as she walked toward the window and pulled the curtain open to reveal the street below. "I thought it might be fun to watch the parade of characters that frequent Hollywood Boulevard."
"And tomorrow we get to match our prints to those of the stars, right?" Samantha asked as she joined her lover at the window.
"Most definitely. Marcy and I did that years ago when we were still in high school," the brunette grinned at her old friend. "Its good to relive old times with good friends."
"Yeah, we were wild and crazy then," Marcy agreed.
"Then?" Samantha chuckled and received a friendly swat on her butt.
"Hey, I still resemble that remark, at least when youre around," Alex admitted. "I havent been considered wild for quite some time, though I do admit the term crazy probably followed me into adulthood." She pulled her lover close and kissed her.
"If anyones tired, we have enough time for a short nap before we need to get ready."
It seemed that food was more of an essential than rest, since no one would confess to being tired from the long drive. The decision of the group was to have a snack down in the hotel café before going to their respective rooms to get ready for the evenings festivities.
Hours later they were still laughing as they exited the Amphitheater and headed for their car.
"I dont think Ive laughed so much in years," Von stated as they reached the vehicle and got in.
"Ditto," Samantha agreed. "I always thought she was funny, but seeing her in person is amazing. I really liked the way she interacted with the audience. It felt more like we were one huge family."
"Thats one of her charms," Marcy noted, when she finally got a word in.
"I want to thank the two of you again for a lovely birthday present," Samantha told her friends.
"Hey, we enjoyed it as much as you did. Its nice to lavish a little luxury on ourselves and our friends, occasionally."
"Okay, I think everyone is in agreement that tonight was special, the seats were fantastic, and the show was marvelous," Alex acknowledged, butting into the conversation. "But . . . Im sure theres at least one person in this group who must be starving by now. Ill even admit to being very hungry; that snack we had was gone hours ago. Does anyone have any suggestions as to where to go for dinner?"
"I certainly dont," Samantha answered, giggling. "But I know Im the starving person you were referring to."
"Alex, do you remember that little after hours place we used to go when the bars closed?" Marcy asked. "Its not much on atmosphere, but the food was always good, and the price was reasonable."
"Well, were not dressed for the Magic Castle anyway," her friend responded. "Yes, I remember where it is; lets just hope its still there and they still have the same cook. Is everyone in favor of a little Old California hippie cuisine?"
"Okay by me," Von chimed in.
"You have my vote," Samantha voiced.
"Okay, then I guess its unanimous; American Janes here we come." Alex followed the line of traffic out of the parking lot and headed back in the direction of Sunset Boulevard.
Samantha couldnt believe the wide variety of characters who were seen both in the restaurant and parading on the street outside.
"Welcome to Hollywood," Marcy smiled, watching the look on her friends face as old hippies, young Gothics, skin heads, and rebels of every persuasion filtered in and around the area where they were eating. "They say America is a melting pot, but I believe the majority of variety is based right here in Hollywood."
"Ill agree that we dont see quite the hodgepodge of people where I come from," Samantha agreed. "But its great to see all these people coming together and getting along; it kind of gives me hope for the human race."
"I dont know how well they all get along," Alex interjected, "but I guess its as well as any large group of diverse people."
Evening had turned into early morning before Alex asked if anyone was ready to go back to the hotel.
"I am," Marcy admitted. "I think the drive is finally catching up with me."
"The drive, the excitement, a full stomach, and the time," Samantha laughed.
"Plus, we have a busy day tomorrow," Von agreed. "Did you mention that we might go to the La Brea Tar Pits, Alex?"
"It was on my list if thats what everyone agrees to," the brunette replied.
Everyone did agree, and they also all agreed that going back to the hotel and getting some sleep would be the best way to insure that they were all in decent moods tomorrow.
Marcy drove back to the hotel in a quiet car; it seemed they had talked the day away and exhaustion was slowly settling in. Samantha had her head in the crook of Alexs arm, and before they were halfway back to the hotel, the small womans breathing was slow and rhythmic. Von seemed also to be having a difficult time keeping her eyes open, and by the time they reached their destination, both Marcy and Alex had sleepyheads to awaken.
On the way up to the rooms, it was decided that they would all leave wake-up calls with the front desk and meet in Alex and Sams room at 10 oclock. Breakfast would be first on the agenda, followed by a visit to the footprints of the stars, a stroll down the Walk-of-Fame, and then on to the Tar Pits.
Samantha took one last look out the window at the famous boulevard below them before calling it a morning and crawling into bed next to Alex. "I guess I have the birthday that never stops giving this year," the small blonde stated as she cuddled close to her lover.
"It certainly seems that way," Alex agreed. "The concert tonight was a stroke of genius. Marcy and Von really picked a marvelous gift."
"They certainly did. And now we have tomorrow to look forward to, also. I cant wait to try my handprints with those of some of the stars."
"You think having the same size hands will bring you fame?" Alex smiled and drew her lover closer.
"No, Im not that silly. I just think itll be fun seeing whose hands match mine. I had a great day and evening, Alex." Samantha tilted her head to receive a kiss goodnight.
"I did, too, Honey. Sweet dreams."
"You, too. See you in the morning."
At 10 oclock sharp there was a knock on the door and Alex went to answer it while Samantha finished up in the bathroom.
"Shes almost ready," the brunette told her friend, offering her a cup of coffee from the stash the hotel had supplied. She looked beyond Marcy and saw that she was alone. Eyebrows rose and were greeted with a smile from her friend.
"Yeah, shes still in the bathroom. I imagine thats the same place Id find Samantha?"
The two old friends walked over to the window and looked down on Hollywood Boulevard.
"Its been a long time since weve been here together, Alex."
"Brings back good memories, though, memories that Ive carried through a lot of rough times. Remember the first time we visited those concrete memorials across the street, Marcy?" she nodded out the window.
"I sure do. You had just gotten your drivers license, and your parents bought you that midnight blue Corvette with the diamond finish that you had been drooling over for months. I can still remember the look on your mothers face when Kelley told her that she had given you permission to drive up here and spend the evening. She didnt want you getting too tired to make the trip home so had made reservations for us to stay overnight in . . . "
"This hotel," Alex added with a smile.
"Damn, it was this hotel, wasnt it?" Marcy shook her head.
"But it looked a lot different then."
"Ill say, pre-restoration!"
"What do you think about renting some costumes from the Roaring Twenties this afternoon and going down to the speak-easy theyve refurbished in the basement of the hotel for dinner tonight?"
"Alex, thats a fantastic idea. I think Von and Sam will love dressing up like flappers. And I cant say I wouldnt love looking at them. Have you talked to Samantha about it?"
"No, actually the idea just came to me. Lets wait until lunch to bring it up, okay?"
"Sure," Marcy agreed.
Before they had a chance to solidify what they wanted to do later in the evening, Samantha came out of the bathroom and looked around the room. "Looks like Im not the last one dressed," she observed.
"Nope, it seems that Von is even slower than you are this morning."
No sooner were the words out of Marcys mouth than the door was opened and the missing group member waltzed in. "So, is everyone ready to go eat?"
"Yeah," Alex smirked. "We havent kept you waiting have we?"
"Not at all," Von giggled in response as she sauntered over to Marcy and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Samantha had spotted a pancake house within walking distance from the hotel when they arrived and suggested eating breakfast there. Since no one had any objection, the small group started on their adventure for the day.
About an hour later, they were all walking along Hollywood Boulevard in the direction of the concrete memorials to the stars. Samantha couldnt wait to compare her hand- and footprints with those of some of yesterdays biggest celebrities. She was amazed at how small the impressions of Judy Garlands hands were, and she had a great time coaxing Alex to do some comparing of her own.
One or the other of the friends was constantly calling the rest of them to her side as she spotted some of the eccentric patterns in the cement: Sonja Henies skate blades, George Burns cigar, Bob Hopes nose, R2D2s tread marks, and Whoppi Goldbergs braid. And the autographs kept the group reading for more time than Alex had anticipated spending at the theater.
Sam even dared her lover to step into Darth Vaders footprints and laughed when her Heros feet were dwarfed by the giant prints in cement.
"You didnt really expect them to match, did you?" Alex shook her head at Samantha.
"Well, you are my Hero, I just figured yours were as . . ."
A hand went across the smaller womans mouth to stop the continuation of thoughts Alex did not want broadcast throughout the visiting throng. "Lets just keep the hero statements in the family, shall we?" The dark-haired beauty smiled and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that Von and Marcy were too far away from them to have heard the conversation.
"Why, Alex," Samantha tittered. "I do believe youre blushing."
"I am not," the tall woman professed. "Are you ready to go get the car and go visit the tar pits?"
"Sure. Youre the tour guide."
They found the other two women reading all about the Oscar winners from various years and Samantha joined them until everyone was satisfied that they had seen enough.
Von had never been to the pits either, and both she and Samantha were astonished when they saw the life-sized replicas of furry mammoths and saber-toothed cats standing in the black, bubbling tar in front of the museum.
"Its hard to believe that at one time this entire area was overrun by wild animals," Von stated as she stood looking into the pits.
"What do you mean," Alex joked. "Its still overrun by wild animals."
"Smart ass," Von countered. "Is the museum interesting, or is it like walking through the museum of art?"
"I like art museums," Samantha added to the conversation.
"You would," Marcy chuckled.
"Whats that supposed to mean?" The small blonde was not sure whether to be offended by her friends remark or not.
"Its just that you artistic-types always seem to enjoy places of quiet reflection. Personally, I would rather be watching a volleyball or basketball game."
"Uh, huh," Samantha nodded comprehending the meaning of the statement. "I could be coerced to go to one of those games, not that I would understand everything that would be happening, but I imagine if I were with the right people I could still have a good time."
"Touché, Samantha," her friend smiled at her. "Are you ready to go explore the mysteries of days gone by when huge mammoths, saber-toothed cats, and dire wolves roamed free throughout this entire area?"
"I think were all ready to go inside," Alex replied. "You know youll enjoy this museum as much as the next person, Marcy." The tall brunette shook her head at her friend. "I can remember you standing for a long stretch of time playing with that damned stick stuck in the tar. You wanted to prove that you were stronger than any of the rest of us that day, remember?"
Red-faced, Marcy grinned at Alex, shook her head, and then turned toward the building, waving for her friends to follow.
The next few hours were lost in visions of the Ice Age and pictures of excavations. When they finished, Alex asked if they wanted to do the Walk of Fame first or eat lunch. The consensus turned out to be both. Marcy suggested that they eat somewhere along the Walk of Fame, which encompassed over five acres of bronze stars placed into the sidewalk lining Hollywood Boulevard from Gower to La Brea and on both sides of Vine Street down to Sunset. She was sure they could find a decent restaurant somewhere along the way and that way they could also get the sightseeing accomplished at the same time.
Samantha hadnt realized that the Walk of Fame included not only people from the motion picture industry but also those from live theater, radio, television, and recording artists. Sam was like a kid in a candy shop as they walked along the boulevard stopping each time she squealed at a name she recognized. Her enthusiasm was contagious, and soon Von was giggling and pointing to the names as they passed the pink and charcoal terrazzo squares. Although the Egyptian Theater was running low on space for newcomers to make their mark in cement, there were plenty of empty stars yet to be filled with famous names along the streets of Hollywood.
At lunch Marcy and Alex brought up the idea of renting Roaring 20s costumes and spending the latter part of the evening at the restaurant and speakeasy in the Hotel. The other two women were thrilled with the idea and giggled in the anticipation of becoming flappers for a night.
Alex mentioned, since they were in the area and still had the rest of the afternoon, that it might be fun to get the costumes first and then drive over to West Hollywood and shop some, until it was closer to dinnertime. "There are some interesting stores in the area and an extremely unusual book establishment thats an all-time favorite of mine."
"The Bodhi Tree?" Marcy inquired.
"The one and only," Alex affirmed. "I figure we have time to pick out the clothes, go to the Bodhi, and then maybe stop at one or two of the crystal shops close by."
Everyone agreed that it sounded like an excellent way to spend the rest of the afternoon. Before leaving the restaurant, they asked the waiter if he knew where the closest costume shop was, and they were in luck because it was actually within walking distance.
Surprisingly, there were quite a few styles for the gals to choose from and they had a grand time picking out what they wanted to wear for the latter part of the evening. Samantha was the first to finish putting her ensemble together. She found a beautiful emerald green, fringe-style flapper dress with head feathers, and gloves to match. The salesperson brought out the jewelry that went along with the era, and Samantha picked out a long length of pearls that she could wrap around her neck and still have them hanging long enough to swing. They even found shoes to match.
Von was going to get one of the long lace dresses but she changed her mind at the last minute and got a Charleston dress, similar to Samanthas, except hers was red velvet and longer than the one the blonde was going to wear. Instead of dangling pearls, she decided on a choker.
While Von and Samantha were busy looking through the dresses, Alex and Marcy were picking through the gangster, bootlegger, and bodyguard garb. The two old friends went into a stall by themselves and refused to let the other two women see the costumes they had picked out.
"No fair, Alex," Samantha whined. "We modeled our outfits for you."
"First off, the Fair is in Pomona, Samantha," the taller woman smiled at the pouting blonde. "Second, you had to show us what you were wearing so we could go and pick out something that would match. Be a sport and be surprised when we get dressed later tonight."
"Oh, okay," Sam agreed, quickly changing her frown to a smile. "This is going to be so much fun!"
While they were checking out, Alex added fishnets, a white boa, and a long cigarette holder to Samanthas list of accessories.
"Were going to a lot more places than you had mentioned on the way here, Alex," Samantha commented as they walked back to the car.
"It seems the more we walk around the city, the more I remember all the places there are to see. One of these times well have to come back and go up to the Magic Castle for dinner. I think youll really like that, Samantha."
"I like any place that I go with you, Alex. Everything is new to me here, so its all exciting." She put her hand in her lovers as they continued toward their vehicle.
"Next stop Melrose Avenue and the Bodhi Tree. Marcy, do you want to give the girls a little run down of the history of the place?"
"Sure, I think I remember the speech all the newbies get on their first visit," she smiled at her friend in the front seat. "Lets see, I guess the best place to start would be with what a bodhi tree is and where it originated. Metaphysically, the bodhi tree is known as the tree of enlightenment. The particular tree of legend grew upon the banks of an auxiliary of the Ganges River. It was said that the Buddhas received enlightenment when sitting under the tree meditating.
"When the owners of the Bodhi Tree originally opened its doors, they had a small potted tree sitting in the front window. As the years passed, the tree thrived and needed to be transplanted. The bodhi on Melrose Avenue is now nearly three stories high and is an easy landmark to note when instructing people on how to get to the bookstore.
"The store itself is no less a landmark as youll see when you get there. I can still remember the first time Aurora dragged Alex and me up to West Hollywood, kicking and screaming that we didnt want to spend a perfectly good Saturday stuck in the confines of a stupid bookstore. Boy, did we regret the fuss we made! It is one of the most tranquil and relaxing places in this busy city, and even though it is extremely busy, you never feel a sense of being rushed.
"There, boss lady, how was that for an introduction to one of the most popular bookstores in the Los Angeles area?" Marcy turned and grinned at her friend.
"Id have to say on a scale of one-to-ten you did pretty good. Id give you an eight."
"What do you mean an eight?"
"You didnt bother to mention what kind of a book store it basically is," Alex countered.
"Dont you think they ought to be able to see that for themselves?"
"Okay, you two, enough," Von interrupted.
"Besides," Samantha joined in, "I think were coming upon it now if your description was correct." She pointed out the window at the house with the distinguished tree gracefully shading the backyard.
"Good eyes, Sammie," Marcy praised.
"Or a very good description of what we were looking for," Samantha complimented and watched as her friend smiled sarcastically at Alex.
"Okay, lets give ourselves an hour in here. In case we get separated, well meet out here by the car, agreed?" Alex asked the rest of her small group. If they only stayed an hour, that would give them an hour to spend at the crystal shop, also, before having to return to the hotel to dress for dinner.
True to Alexs words, Samantha was enthralled the minute she stepped into the eclectic establishment. The smell of incense wafted through the air, titillating her senses and immediately causing her body to begin to relax. "What is that scent, Alex; do you know?"
"Smells like Satya Sai Baba to me," her lover answered and received a questioning look from the small blonde. "Its just one of the more popular Eastern Indian incenses," Alex continued.
"Do you think we could get some to take home?"
"Sure, but I have a feeling youll be picking up more than you can carry around with you by the time you get through all the rooms."
As they continued to walk through the store, Samantha couldnt help but comment on the way the entire shop was organized. Unlike some of the larger bookstores that Samantha knew and loved, this place had a feeling of home, and they traveled from room to room, observing the patrons sitting in comfortable chairs and reading excerpts from their favorite books while mandalas and paintings adorned the walls. There was herbal tea for anyone who was thirsty, and a feeling of peace and tranquility emanated from every corner.
Marcy and Von separated from their friends and ventured over into the section on Wicca, Runes, and Shamanism, while Alex steered Samantha in the direction of the Reiki books and then to those on reincarnation. They passed by an area with how-to books, and Sam picked up an interesting book on Feng Shui. "Do you have any books like this one at home?" she asked her mate.
"As a matter of fact, I think I do," Alex answered. "We can check it out at home, and if I dont have one you want, we can either come back up some weekend or you can order one online or over the phone."
"Great," Samantha agreed, as she put the book back on the shelf.
By the time they were ready to check out, Alex had her arms full. Samantha had picked up a book on chakram healing and a set of runes and a book to go with them that Von had pointed out to her when they found themselves together in one of the smaller rooms. Both Alex and Sam had fallen in love with a Tibetan mandala that they swore had been made to hang down in front of one of the windows in their bedroom. By the time they were done admiring the decorative object, neither one of them could have left the shop without it.
"Ive never seen so many books on mysticism, philosophy, metaphysics, and spiritual topics all in one place before," Samantha noted as they stood in the checkout line. "And, I noticed Moms books and tapes are all in here."
"Yeah, shes a pretty big seller here," Alex acknowledged as she stepped up to pay for their items. She was immediately recognized and greeted by the clerk. The ebony-haired beauty felt her face flush slightly when Samantha squeezed her hand at the clerks recognition. She bent down enough to whisper in her lovers ear, "Sometimes it goes with the territory. Wait until you become famous."
"As if," Samantha answered with a chuckle.
They spotted Marcy and Von already at the car and hurried to catch up with their friends.
The final stop before they had to get back to the hotel and clean up for dinner was the crystal shop Alex had mentioned earlier. Alex had called the hotel to make reservations for dinner at 8:30 and found out that they had a dinner show on Saturday evenings, so their timing was perfect. Instead of the time she had anticipated, they needed to be seated by 8 oclock sharp because that was when they started serving.
"I dont want to hurry anyone through the store, but we should be back at the hotel in about an hour to give us plenty of time to change. Remember, we dont live so far that we cant come back and visit, and Im sure they also have a catalogue or a website you can order from."
"No one thinks youre being pushy, Alex; youre just being the general," Von chimed in as they walked into the building.
"Yeah, we all know youre the boss," Marcy added, smiling at her friend.
"Hey, stop picking on her," Samantha stepped in and stood in front of Alex as if to defend her.
"Oh, Im scared," Marcy laughed, her hands up in front of her in an "I give up" position.
"Okay, enough funny stuff," Alex ended the conversation. "Were short on time, so you can stand here and be comedians or we can shop.
"Shop is my vote," Samantha admitted.
"Mine, too," Von agreed.
"Gods, Alex! I dont think Ive ever seen so many rainbow objects in one room at the same time." Samantha picked up a small crystal ball and gazed into it. "This is lovely, and look, the stand is comprised of three unicorns." Her fingers tingled as she touched the perfectly clear globe, and a chill ran through her body. She quickly shook off the feeling when she felt Alexs hand touch her own.
"You know it would look right at home on the bar in the family area, and it would certainly be a conversation piece." Alex watched, while Samantha continued to examine the sphere and cradle it was meant to rest in.
When Sam started to turn the crystal in her hand over to look at the price, a larger hand covered her own. "Honey," Alex whispered, "thats one of the things you can start forgetting to do. If you like something, well get it. You dont have to check the price, okay?"
Samantha looked up into sapphire eyes that displayed the love the dark-haired beauty felt for the smaller woman. Sam shook her head. "It would be a conversation piece, wouldnt it."
"Yes, it would, and you can consider it ours," Alex asserted.
A few more trinkets and a pair of crystal earrings later, the four friends were once again on their way to the hotel. Alex and Marcy had decided that they would dress in Marcy and Vons room and that Sam and Von could dress in the other room.
"You mean we wont get to see what youre wearing until you . . ."
"Come and pick you up," Alex finished Samanthas sentence for her.
"Add a little spice to the evening," Marcy agreed as they exited the elevator and Alex handed Samantha a bag containing the dresses and accessories.
"I added a few items I dont think you saw." Alex smiled at her lover with one eyebrow slightly raised.
Samantha simply grinned back at her, shaking her head, as she took the bag from Alexs outstretched hand.
"I need to get a few things from the room first," Von announced.
"Sure, but youd better hurry; you only have one hour to get dressed," Marcy reiterated to her partner.
Two teenagers couldnt have had more fun than Sam and Von did donning the costumes they had rented for the evening, and they giggled together trying to imagine what their partners in the next room had picked to wear.
"Oh, Vonnie, look," Samantha squealed as she drew the long cigarette holder out of the bag. "I get to play the vamp tonight."
"But you dont smoke."
"No, but I can pretend." The blonde waved the holder around in mock Bette Davis fashion. "Dahling," she enunciated with grand exaggeration.
Her dramatic debut was cut short by a sharp knock on the adjoining door.
"Whos there?" Von questioned, as if she didnt know.
"Youse dolls ready to go dinin and dancin?" The voice was definitely Marcys, the accent East Coast.
"Wouldya listen to that, Samantha; they want to know if were ready." Von raced to the door and opened it then stepped back, her hands across her face.
"By the gods!" Samantha exclaimed. "Would you look at the two of you."
Alex was the first to walk in. "You look great, Samantha, but I think that holder of yours is lacking something."
Sam just stood shaking her head and smiling. "Alex, you look . . . wow! Turn around and let me get the full impact."
With her hands in her pockets, Alex slowly spun around, sporting a black hat, jacket, and shirt. She wore a white tie, and a pinstriped vest with pants that matched. Spats set the outfit off nicely. She opened her jacket to expose a shoulder holster and gun. "Ive always wanted to love a moll," the dark-haired beauty announced as she drew Samantha close.
"Oh, and to be a gangsters doll has always been my lifes ambition," the small blonde chuckled, as she fingered the fake gun. "Honey, I dont think theyll let you into the restaurant with this, even if isnt real."
"I know that," Alex stated. "I just wanted to see how it looked to have the entire outfit on. So . . . whatdya think, kiddo?"
"I think youre the most beautiful gangster Ive ever laid eyes on," Samantha answered.
"Hey, what about me?" Marcy asked.
"Well, let me have a look at you, too." Samantha turned her attention away from the gorgeous figure standing in front of her and looked at her friend.
Marcy wore a similar black hat, shirt, and pants, with a white tie. Instead of a vest, she was wearing suspenders, and she, too, had a shoulder holster and gun.
"I must say the two of you very much look the part. Are you Alexs bodyguard?"
"You bet your sweet ass, little lady, and yours, too," Marcy answered in her roughest New York accent. "And yours, too," she continued as she took Von into her arms. "So, youse ready to go eat?"
"Just as soon as you two hoodlums get rid of the metal works," Von scolded. "I dont want to be escorted out of the hotel at gunpoint by the real thing. But I do have to admit they add to the costume and would be fantastic at a party where everyone knew they were plastic."
Reluctantly, the gangster and the bodyguard relieved themselves of their holsters and guns. Alex took a pack of cigarettes out of her jacket pocket and inserted one in Samanthas holder. "Whats a cigarette holder without the real thing?" She smiled as Sam waved the prop around, pretending she was smoking.
"Okay, you clowns, lets get going before we dont have a good seat for the show." Marcy stood by the now open door and beckoned the stragglers to hurry.
Double takes and side-glances by the hotel guests as the foursome walked by kept the friends smiling all the way to the lower level of the hotel and the speakeasy entrance. The maitré d was quite impressed when the women arrived at his station, and after the handshake he received from Alex, he was even more pleased to seat them at the best table in the room.
After an exquisite dinner, the entertainment started as the dessert was being served. They sat, watched, and listened as the performers on stage took the audience back to a bygone era in dance and song. When the show was over, the band continued to play, and Alex was not going to let Samantha get away without showing how the fringe on her outfit moved to the music of the Roaring 20s.
"I thought you didnt like to fast dance," Samantha reminded Alex, trying to keep from having to get out onto the dance floor.
"I dont like to do the fast dancing of today," was her lovers answer. "But the Charleston is something totally different."
"What if I said I dont know how to Charleston?"
"Then Id teach you. I want to see you shimmy and shake." Alex took her by the hand and led her out to the floor. "So, do you know how to Charleston?"
"As a matter of fact, I do," Samantha confessed. "We did a show in high school with a number in it. I never thought Id be using the steps ever again."
The four costumed guests continued to amaze the rest of the customers as they danced to music that had been popular years before any of them were ever born. After one obviously reminiscent dance, an older couple sent a bottle of champagne over to the table and had the waiter thank the women for bringing back beautiful memories of stamina and youth. They drank a toast to their benefactors and made sure to stop by their table and talk for a while between dances.
The remainder of the evening sped by, and before anyone knew it, the band was playing a goodnight song, letting everyone know it was closing time.
"All good things must end," Alex whispered into Samanthas ear as they danced the final dance.
"Not all things, my Love," Samantha whispered back.
"Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"
"I believe you made mention of the fact a few times throughout the evening," the small blonde chuckled as she sensed that Alex was perhaps feeling her champagne. "You look quite debonair yourself," Samantha made sure to add.
"Always, with you at my side." She discreetly kissed Samantha on the cheek, and then walked her off the dance floor and over to where Marcy and Von were standing ready to leave.
"That was a great evening," Von announced as they entered the elevator.
"I think we all had a lot of fun," Marcy agreed.
"So, how are we going to dress the next time we go out dancing," Samantha asked grinning.
"Oh, well think of something," Alex answered.
Upon reaching their respective rooms, the couples said goodnight. Alex reminded Marcy that checkout time was 10:30 a.m., so they all needed to be up and packed by then. With final goodnights they parted company.
"So, my Little Flapper," Alex began when the door was closed and they were finally alone. "Fringe definitely does you justice."
"Oh, you just like to watch me shimmy," Samantha answered.
"Guilty as charged," Alex agreed. "But even more than I like to see you in that outfit, I would like to see you out of it right about now."
"Arent you tired, after all that dancing and . . ."
"Not really," Samantha admitted.
"Well . . ."
"How about a quick shower?"
Coat, tie, shirt, shoes, dress, boa, feather, stockingsall lay scattered on the floor leading to the bathroom as the two lovers entered the tiled area totally out of costume and back to the present day.
Minutes later their sweet smelling bodies lay wrapped around each other in the middle of the large bed.
"I can thank you right now for this marvelous weekend, Alex, but remind me when we get started home to thank Marcy and Von again for the tickets to Ellen. After all, thats what prompted this little trip."
"I will, Sweetheart," Alex promised.
Pulling the smaller woman on top of her, Alex ran her fingers through the silken hair on her lovers head, gently pushing back the locks from the delicate face and then bringing that same face down close to hers. She showered Samantha with butterfly kisses before drawing her even closer for a kiss of passion and desire. "My entire body is on fire," the beautiful brunette crooned into her lovers ear.
Samantha could feel Alexs nipples as they responded to touching and being touched by Sam. Then, with one swift motion their positions were reversed, and the taller woman was on top, slowly inching her body down her lovers, with fingers longing to touch every inch of skin between the top of Samanthas head and the bottom of the smaller womans feet.
Alexs fingers, tongue, lips, and even her teeth gently raked across the pale skin, so soft to the touch.
Moans of pleasure and fervent hunger filled the small room high above Hollywood Boulevard.
"Do you suppose someone famous might have slept in this . . ."
"Samantha, hush," Alex whispered as she began to taste the moist sweetness of her lover. "I love it when you get this hot."
Starting at the back of Samanthas ankles, Alexs adept hands traveled up toward her lovers thighs and behind her knees, lifting the smaller woman to within easy reach of her mouth as she held Samantha up off the bed.
"Thats right, Samantha, move for me," Alex prompted, and she found herself being bathed in the warmth of her soulmates body.
Letting go of the blondes legs and placing her hands beneath Samantha, the smaller womans legs draped over Alexs shoulders, while the dark-haired beautys tongue played within the recesses of pliant folds beneath fair curls.
Unable to keep still, her hands escaped from under the firm buttocks to gently caress nipples that were ripe with passion. She could feel Samanthas heart beat increase as her tongue found refuge on the swollen bud, and she kept a steady rhythm until Samantha practically screamed for her to go faster.
"Faster than this?" the brunette teased as she increased her speed only slightly.
"Gods, Alex," Samantha moaned, her hands on either side of the beautiful face she loved. She looked down and caught the twinkle of two dark eyes and a face dimly lit by the scattering of neon light drifting up through the window from the street below.
Alex studied Samanthas face attentively, while her tongue continued to work its magic on the small blonde.
The next cry from Samantha was one of rapture as she now entreated Alex to stop. When Alex did remove her tongue from the throbbing bud, it was only to trade one form of heaven for another. She slowly slipped into the smaller woman with her index, middle, and ring fingers, and the dance of love began anew.
The taller woman drew her body up next to Samanthas and then turned on her back, maneuvering Sam to first be lying prone on top of her and then encouraging the blonde to sit up.
As her fingers reached their highest peaks inside her lover, Alex told Samantha to touch her simultaneously. "Just place your palm and push . . . what are you doing?"
"I will not just push," Samantha countered as she effortlessly went from straddling Alexs body to straddling only one leg. Her hand went down to play among the ebony locks, and her fingers soon found sanctuary within the moistness of her lovers appetite.
Together the intensity of the moment grew and Alex could feel the pounding begin inside her lovers body, her own passion growing with every thrust of the smaller womans fingers.
There was a release of wetness that slipped between her fingers, covered her hand, and dripped down to mingle with her own moisture when she climaxed, and Samantha leaned forward placing her head upon Alexs chest.
As the street below continued to bustle with excitement in the early morning hours, two lovers found their way to mutual satisfaction and now lay exhausted, with their arms wrapped around each other.
"Sounds of the city are certainly different from those of the ocean, arent they, my Destiny?" Alex questioned.
"Yes, they are, my Love," Samantha answered. "But I can guarantee, Ill sleep as peacefully as I do at home with my ear to your chest. The only sound that will lull me to sleep will be that of your heart."
The End of Chapter 15
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