Silent Partner

Part Three: The Girl Bar

By Lilith

The inside of Atmosphere’s, a bar in the city’s gay and lesbian neighborhood, was cool, dark and inviting. The three “girls” slipped into a booth toward the bar’s rear and chatted while watching two stylishly dressed young women play eight ball at a billiards table near them.

The waitress, a tall thin woman with unnaturally black hair jelled into a fashionably spiky ‘do, brought the pool players two bottles of lager then moved to the table shared by Traci and the two Sylvias.

“Hi, Trace,” she said. “I’m kind of surprised to see you here so early, girlfriend—particularly after we closed the joint last night.”

“Well, Rita, you know me,” Traci said with a laugh. “I’m never very far away from my thirst. Besides, I just ran into this remarkable pair of ladies while shopping for some stockings.”

Turning to her tablemates, Traci said, “These are my new friends, Sylvia and—well, I’m not sure exactly what to call you, honey,” she said, looking at Jerry. “This is my girlfriend Rita. She owns this place and tends bar here, too, most nights.”

Sylvia smiled at the raven-haired woman. “Glad to meet you,” she said, extending her hand. “This is my girlfriend Jeri - spelled J-E-R-I. Actually, underneath a great deal of latex camouflage, Jeri is a cross-dressing friend of mine who is very deeply into the latex scene. We were enjoying an afternoon of shopping together as girlfriends when we ran into Traci here.”

Rita stared open-mouthed in amazement at “Jeri,” then shaped her mouth in a pantomime of a whistle. “Honey, that is the best drag I have ever seen,” she said with delight. “Is that some kind of mask you are wearing? I would have sworn you two were identical twin sisters.”

Jerry—now “Jeri”—nodded as “she” removed her cigarettes and holder from her purse, offered one to each of the other women and lit one herself.

“I had a girlfriend who works in rubber mold it from my own head,” Sylvia said as Jeri lit her cigarette. “It’s a good likeness, don’t you think?”

Incredible,” said Rita, shaking her head as she took a deep drag from her cigarette. “In this dim light, it would have taken me a long time to realize that she never smiles or blinks her eyes. Is it warm inside the mask?”

Jeri shook her head emphatically, exhaling twin streams of smoke through the mask’s small nostrils.”

She seems to be quite comfortable,” Sylvia said with a satisfied smile. “Of course, she can’t really complain, since she can’t speak while she is wearing it. In a way, she is my silent partner—at least for this afternoon.”

Rita shook her head again, a look of quiet amusement on her face. “Well, girls,” she said, looking back and forth at the two twins. “I could go for an evening with either one of you -- or both, if it could be managed.”

Sylvia and Jeri traded glances and Jeri squeezed Sylvia’s hand excitedly. Turning back to the tall, black-hair innkeeper, Sylvia grinned. “Judging from my latex girlfriend’s reaction, she would enjoy taking you up on that offer very much,” she said. “Speaking for myself—and for Jeri, here, too, since she can’t speak for herself—nothing would give me more pleasure.”

Rita took drink orders for the three women and went off to fetch their cocktails while Sylvia and Traci chatted like old friends. Surveying her lovely companions through the tiny eyeholes of her mask, Jeri took another puff from her cigarette and enjoyed a feeling of deep well-being. Her “maiden” voyage as a latex woman had been incredibly satisfying so far—and as she anticipated enjoying an incredible evening of girl-on-girl sexual pleasure with three beautiful women, she had a hunch that the rest of the night would be even better!

The End