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Archive name: pepatty.txt (FF, orgy, 1st-lesbian expr)
Authors name: Star Dust Memories (address withheld)
Story title : Peppermint Patty

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Peppermint Patty (FF, orgy, 1st-lesbian expr)
by Star Dust Memories (address withheld by request)

***

A famous actress seduces a small town girl in Vegas.

***

Taking a sip of her drink, Patricia looked at the couple 
seated at the next table over the rim of her glass. The 
man was just a few inches short of being handsome while 
the woman he was sitting with was six miles beyond being 
beautiful. Sitting her drink down, she turned her head to 
look at the man who sat beside her with a small smile 
tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Let me guess," he said before she had a chance to say 
anything. "You want a taste of that blonde dish at the 
next table, right pumpkin?"

Patricia laughed softly, touching her fingers to his 
sleeve. "You know me far too well, Max! You're supposed 
to be a talent agent, not some fucking gypsy with a 
crystal ball. Who is she?"

"A singer with a decent voice," he shrugged. "That's her 
husband with her and they haven't been in town long. He 
plays piano backup for her, but they should have stayed 
in Kansas or wherever the hell they're from. They might 
get a few club dates in some of the piano bars on the 
strip, but she'll never make it big. Not with hubby glued 
to her ass like he is."

"Hmmm," Patricia glanced at the blonde again. "Maybe 
someone could figure out how to unglue the husband from 
her pretty ass. Think she could make it on her own with a 
little help from her friends Max?"

"Probably...for sure if you're the 'friend' you're 
talking about. But she's small town, Patty. It would 
probably blow her mind if another woman made a move on 
her. She just doesn't seem that type."

"Poor dear Max," Patricia smiled at the portly, slightly 
balding man who had been her agent for the past ten 
years. "You can be so na‹ve at times. Any woman alive is 
"that type" if they are properly introduced to the idea. 
Would you like to make a little wager with me, Maxie? 
I'll bet you a thousand bucks I can have her kneeling 
between my legs inside of three days!"

Maxwell Rheinholt sighed audibly. "Damn it Patricia...why 
do you keep putting your fucking career on the line like 
this? You got a good thing going with the TV spot and all 
the commercials. You know what would happen if word got 
out that you swing both ways? Besides, what's the 
attraction with little Miss country from Bugfuck Iowa? 
You could get just about any of those plastic beauties 
you pal around with between the sheets easily enough!"

"That's the problem, darling...it's too easy! I like them 
sweet and dewy eyed, innocent and just off of the farm!. 
It's the thrill of the hunt I guess that makes it for me. 
But don't feel sorry for her Max. By the time I'm done 
with her, she'll have a permanent smile on those pretty 
lips of hers! C'mon Maxie...we're in 'Vegas...life isn't 
anything but a crapshoot in this town anyway! Fuck it! 
You taking the bet or not?"

"Hunh! Maybe...but how you gonna prove it, sweetheart? No 
way I take your word for it!"

"I'll make sure you're there to see it Maxie. Maybe I can 
work it so you even get in on the action." She laughed 
aloud, teasingly. "Oh shit! I guess I forgot! You're a 
happily married man, aren't you honey? I forgot about 
Joanne. And anyway, I'm sure you wouldn't want to have 
sex with a beautiful young blonde from Bugfuck Iowa, 
right?"

"Fuck you and the horse you rode in on," Max said, 
grinning and glancing at the woman they had been 
discussing. "You're on, babe," he said after a minute. 
"...It's a bet! Just be careful, will ya?"

"I'm always careful, Max...now go away."

Patricia watched Max as he made his way through the small 
tables that crowded the private bar on the seventh floor 
of the huge casino. This particular bar was reserved for 
the entertainers and VIP's that demanded privacy away 
from the autograph hounds and the paparazzi. Other than a 
few brief hellos', everyone was safe from unwanted 
intrusions. There were several burly men stationed around 
the room that made sure of it. She motioned for one of 
them to come to her table. Indicating that he should bend 
down a bit, she spoke softly into his ear. "May I ask you 
for a favor?"

"Anything at all," the burr haired man said instantly. 
"You're one of my favorites."

She gave him one of her famous, dazzling smiles. "Aren't 
you sweet. Tell me. The couple at the table behind me? 
The blonde woman? How did they get in here?"

He glanced quickly over his muscular shoulder. "Her name 
is Diane something or other," he said. "She's opening in 
the main floor lounge next week. I heard her singing 
earlier this evening. Not too bad."

"I see," Patricia said, fumbling around inside her small 
evening bag and handing a silver embossed card to him. 
"Would you please wait until I'm out of the room then 
give her this card and tell her that I enjoyed her 
singing earlier this evening and would like for her to 
give me a call one evening this week? Tell their waiter 
to put their bill on my tab as well please." As she 
handed him the card, she pressed a folded hundred-dollar 
bill into his hand.

"No problem," he said. "Thank you."

Taking a final sip of her martini, Patricia gathered up 
her purse and stood up. Deliberately turning to face the 
table where the blonde and her husband were sitting, she 
waited until she caught the woman eyes and gave her that 
thousand-watt smile that had adorned several well-known 
magazines. Then turning, she glided catlike across the 
floor towards the exit, fully aware of the hungry eyes 
that were mentally undressing her.

*

"Did you see who that was?" Diane Jackson punched her 
husband lightly on the arm. "She smiled right at me too. 
I can't believe it! Gee...she's so beautiful!"

"Believe it, kiddo," Carl said as he squeezed her hand. 
"She must have heard you sing or something! A woman like 
that knows talent when she hears it!" He looked up as one 
of the tuxedo-clad guys who seemed to be watching the 
room approached their table. "Now what? We've got the 
right to be in here," he muttered, sotto voice. 

"Excuse me ma'am," the muscular man bowed towards Diane, 
"I was asked to give you this card and the lady asked if 
you might call her one evening this week? She said she 
enjoyed your singing earlier. And by the way, she has 
taken care of your check." Without waiting for any 
response, he turned and glided swiftly away.

"It's her card," Diane said weakly, showing it to Carl. 
"Why would she want me to call her? I don't understand."

"This could be it, baby," Carl said quickly. "This could 
be your big break! You heard the man...she liked your 
singing! That bitch has got more connections with people 
in show business than Bayer's got aspirin! But listen 
baby...you can't act too fucking anxious, okay? You're 
gonna wait a few days before you call her! This is 
Tuesday. You can call her Friday evening."

"Okay," Diane responded, her mind in a whirl. There was 
no way she was going to wait until Friday. No way! She 
turned to her husband. "Listen honey, she took care of 
our check and all, so we have some extra money. Why don't 
you go play some more blackjack and I'll go up to the 
room and rest a little. I have a small headache from all 
the excitement."

"Okay honey, if that's what you want. Maybe I'll win a 
bundle this time. How would that be, sweetheart?" His 
stomach was churning with the thought of hitting the 
tables again. He was sure his system would work if her 
played it right! "I'll be up stairs in a couple of hours, 
okay honey?"

*

Once inside the hotel room, Diane sat on the edge of the 
bed, the telephone within easy reach. Kicking off her 
heels, she tucked her legs under her and picked up the 
phone. Her fingers were trembling slightly as she punched 
in the numbers from the small card. It was answered after 
the very first ring.

"Hello?"

"H..hello...I'm sorry to disturb you...my name is Diane. 
Diane Jackson? You sent me your card downstairs in the 
VIP lounge?"

"Oh yes," Patricia said lightly. "I'm so glad you 
called." She was laying on her bed in lace panties and 
bra, cradling the phone against her ear with one hand 
while the other hand slid down her stomach and under the 
waistband of the panties. "I wasn't expecting a call 
quite so soon," she said as she curved her fingers down 
into the hollow of her crotch. "But I'm very glad you 
did. I was lying here on my bed all by myself, bored out 
of my mind."

"You are bored?!?" Diana asked in astonishment. "But 
you're famous," she said inanely."

Patricia laughed as she light stroked the fleshy lips of 
her cunt. "Believe me dear...famous people can get bored 
as well. But tell me...where is your husband?"

"Playing blackjack I think. Thanks for taking care of our 
check by the way. I won't get paid for two weeks and 
we're a little short."

"You should do well singing in the lounge, dear. You have 
a very sweet voice I've been told."

"Told? I thought you told that guy in the lounge that you 
heard me sing earlier."

"I did hear you," Patricia lied, thinking quickly. "But I 
was just passing by so I didn't hear it all that well. 
It's just that my agent heard you too and he said you had 
a very sweet voice."

"Agent? Like in talent agent?"

"Yes...perhaps I can get him to help you in your career 
if you like."

"Oh wow...yes...please..."

"Listen...it's only a little after ten...would you like 
to come here to my room so we could talk about it?"

"I..I guess so...sure....why not? What room are you in?"

"The penthouse, dear...I'm in the penthouse. But listen 
Diane...I sort of protect my privacy. Is there any real 
need for you to inform your husband where you'll be?"

"Not really. Especially if he's winning. Then you 
couldn't pry him away from the table! He has a system."

"Of course he does," Patricia laughed softly. 
"Oh...Diane? You haven't changed clothes yet have you?"

"Changed clothes?"

"I was hoping you were still wearing that cute red 
cocktail dress you had on downstairs. It is so sexy." 
Patricia almost held her breath as she waited for the 
girl to reply. She had just made the opening gambit in 
this little game of chess, telling the girl she wanted 
her to come up to the penthouse looking sexy.

"No problem...I'm on my way!"

"And so am I," Patricia said aloud as she hung up the 
phone and then reluctantly pulled her hand out of her 
panties, reaching for the casino furnished terry cloth 
robe. "And so am I."

End of chapter one

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