Secret Identity, Part 6

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    SECRET IDENTITY

    6. The Triumph.

    Four months later, Claire walked into one of the fanciest restaurants in
the city. She gave her name to the hostess, who smiled and offered to take her
to her table. It was a Tuesday night. The restaurant was not busy.

    Claire's dark brown hair was worn down. The hair fell over her shoulders
and bounced in curly glory. Tonight she wore a new outfit, expensive, sleek,
tight and sexy. Her carefully applied makeup accented her dark eyes. The
glasses were long gone. Her taut blouse showed just the right cleavage. It
called attention to her firm, large breasts. She was a veritable siren. Male
heads turned throughout the restaurant as she strutted behind the hostess to
her table.

    It was in the smoking section. She sat down. The others in her party
hadn't arrived.

    The hostess walked away, but Claire called after her. "Can you bring
another ashtray for our table, please?" she asked sweetly. "I don't believe
one ashtray will be enough for four of us."

    "Of course," the hostess smiled. "I'll take care of it."

    Without a hint of indecision, Claire opened her purse and casually removed
an elegant, black, leather cigarette case. Unhooking its gold clasp, she
removed a single long, white cigarette from the pack hidden inside. After
putting the cigarette in her mouth, she pulled an ornate, gold lighter from
the black case's outer pocket. She paused to look around. Several men at
nearby tables were watching. She smiled at them, clicked the lighter, and
gently touched the flame to the tip of her cigarette.

    As soon as it ignited, Claire's cheeks hollowed while she took an extended
initial drag from the freshly lit cigarette. Simultaneously, she returned her
gold lighter to its resting place in the case, and set the entire ornamented
container on the table. With her mouth now completely full of smoke, Claire
secured the cigarette between her fingers and slowly separated it from her red
lips. As she did, she opened her mouth, momentarily revealing a large ball of
smoke hanging in mid air. Suddenly, it vanished, pulled deep into her lungs by
a quick and forceful inhale.

    Glancing again at the nearby tables, Claire saw the men were still
scrutinizing her every move. She gently cocked her wrist, letting the
cigarette stand erect alongside her pretty face while the smoke soaked into
her lungs. She smiled, and initiated a slow, sumptuous nostril exhale. Her
every movement sent the same message: This was SuperBadGirl, the evil Claire
Davis, in all her glory!

    Maya Wilson was the first to arrive. She was dressed in a long,
high-necked, tight, shimmering black gown. The gown had no back. From the
front, it nicely emphasized her ample bosoms. Her black hair was up, elegantly
coifed. Framed by her outfit, Maya's lovely Hawaiian features and black hair
radiated refinement. In a word, she was stunning.

    "Hey, girlfriend," she gushed, giving Claire an affectionate hug before
sitting. "You look good!"

    "You, too, Maya," Claire replied. "I'm glad you could come."

    Maya opened her own purse. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she smiled
eagerly. From her small handbag she pulled out a box of Marlboro Lights 100's.
Opening it, she lifted out a cigarette of her own.

    "Let me light you, dear," Claire offered hastily, immediately retrieving
her gold lighter from its black case. Quickly and efficiently, she lit Maya's
cigarette.

    "Thank you, Claire," Maya smiled intimately. Smoke now floated toward the
ceiling from her cigarette as well. The spreading haze in the air intensified
as Maya exhaled.

    The attractive young hostess returned with a second ashtray. Without
comment she put it down next to Maya. But she smiled sweetly at the two women.
"Let me know if there's anything else we can do for you, ladies," she purred.

    "Thank you, dear," Claire smiled in return. "We're having a little
ceremony here tonight," she explained. "Can you have our server wait to bring
the menus until we're done?"

    "Certainly," the hostess nodded. "Aubrey will be your server. Do you want
Aubrey to take drink orders now, or wait 'til your other guests arrive?"

    "We'll order our drinks now," Maya interrupted with a smile. Both Maya and
Claire ordered strawberry daiquiris to start the evening.

    As the hostess left, Claire and Maya simultaneously raised their
cigarettes to their painted lips and treated themselves to long, protracted
drags. As if they'd practiced it, in unison they concurrently exhaled thin
streams of smoke into the air.

    "Ah, I see our legal counsel has arrived," Claire smiled. Into the room
walked Tim Roberts and Renee Williams. Tim was dressed in a dark blue suit.
Renee, who was tall and thin, sported her usual pageboy haircut but wore a
sleeveless, deep burgundy evening gown, every bit as fashionable as those
adorning the other two women. Renee was always attractive, but looked stunning
tonight. Along with her small handbag, she carried a briefcase. The briefcase
was the only item that didn't quite match the festive occasion.

    :Claire gave Tim a gentle kiss, holding her cigarette high in the air.
"Hi, baby," she cooed. "Glad you could come." Then she turned toward Renee.
"Renee, this is my friend Maya Wilson. Maya, this is my lawyer, Renee
Williams."

    "Hi, Maya," Renee said, shaking Maya's hand. "It's so nice to meet you."
Renee's voice had a deep, raspy quality. She was only in her late twenties,
but her low toned voice sounded like she smoked heavily. Nevertheless, the
voice had an a strangely pleasant, sultry character.

    "Sit down, everyone," Claire instructed with a big smile. "You have some
idea why we're here. I wanted you to be my guests at this posh establishment
to join me for a celebration."

    Her speech was interrupted when the server arrived with the drinks for
Claire and Maya. By her badge, their server was indeed named Aubrey. She was a
dazzling young blond, dressed in a quasi-tuxedo outfit which was black from
head to toe. Claire noticed Tim flinch upon seeing her. Aubrey was
magnificent! She took Renee's and Tim's order after serving the daiquiris.
While ordering his drink, Tim put a cigarette in his mouth. In a flash, Aubrey
had a lighter to light him up. Everyone was impressed by this attentiveness.
It was a high class establishment! As soon as their beautiful server finally
finished taking the additional drink orders, she discretely took her leave.

    Claire took a sip of her daiquiri. "No need to keep you guys in suspense.
I'll ask Renee to explain the important things that happened today. Go ahead,
Renee."

    "Thanks, Claire," Renee answered. She glanced around the table. "God,
everyone here's smoking but me! And I hate being in the minority," she
laughed. "Before I speak, let me join you. Is that okay?" The question was
strictly rhetorical. Renee opened her bag and removed a dark burgundy
cigarette case. Retrieving a cork-tipped long cigarette, she lit up, too.

    "Okay," she began, exhaling while she spoke. "Here it is. I have here a
cashier's check payable to Dr. Claire Davis from Roger A. Cummins, M.D. and
Associates, in the amount of $250,000." There were several gasps from those
seated at the table. "I received it today in full settlement of Claire's
claims against her former employer," she went on. "As you know, we filed
against both Dr. Cummins' corporation and Dr. Cummins individually for sexual
harassment and wrongful termination. Upon filing, we also served him with
written interrogatories which asked for detailed information about Dr.
Cummins' sexual encounters with other employees as well as his penchant for
expensive cigars. Two weeks ago, I talked with Cummins' lawyer. I warned him
there were several people who would testify that Cummins sometimes smoked
cigars, and that one of his partners smoked cigars on occasion. I also
forewarned him that we'd contacted several former employees who'd testify
about Cummins' history of sexual harassment of other female employees.
Cummins' lawyer was eager to settle the case quickly and out of court. They
didn't want any of this to become public His lawyer made a very generous first
offer. Because of our leverage, we increased that initial offer by over fifty
percent. The result is this," she said, holding the check. Renee handed it to
Claire and sat down.

    Her face aglow, Claire accepted the check from Renee while her three
friends spontaneously applauded. Maya was the first to put her cigarette in
her mouth to free her hands. Renee and Tim followed suit as all three
clapped.

    "Thanks, everyone," Claire blushed. "This is exciting. Everything is going
great in my life now, and I have each of you to thank." She looked fondly at
Maya, in the process of lighting a second cigarette. "Maya was my first
smoking buddy," she said tenderly. "She introduced me to a whole new world.
Thanks to you, Maya, I have a whole new image. I love looking in the mirror
every day. I like looking mysterious and exciting. I have a whole new circle
of friends. My new friends know how to have a good time," she winked. "They're
not worried about being politically correct. They let me be the person I
always wanted to be. The old, boring Claire is gone forever. The new, evil
Claire is now in control. I don't know where my new life will wind up, but I'm
excited about the journey. None of this would be happening if it weren't for
you, Maya. I'm grateful for everything, babe," she whispered, leaning over and
giving Maya a hug and gentle kiss on both cheeks. "You're the best."

    Claire paused for a drag on her cigarette and turned to Tim. "Tim, what
can I say about what you've done for me? Of course, everyone knows I think
you're great in bed," she giggled, exhaling smoke as she laughed. "Thanks to
you, I have a great new job. I love working at the Bureau. The money isn't
bad. I work with great people. Even the work itself isn't too boring," she
laughed. "Seriously, most people at the Bureau accept me the way I am. They
don't care that I'm a party girl and I smoke. I'm much happier than I was
practicing internal medicine with Dr. Cummins' group."

    "That brings me to Renee," she went on, taking a final, quick puff and
reluctantly crushing her cigarette in the ashtray. "Since the first day I met
you four months ago, I knew we'd be soul mates." She tipped her head and
expelled a cloud of smoke before continuing. "Renee, you're an inspiration.
You're tough as nails and yet as kind as anyone I know. You've fought like a
banshee against those bastards, and in the process we've become good friends.
We spent many evenings together reviewing the details of my case, at first in
your office but then later at your condo. You didn't have to invite into your
home, but you did. I'll never forget the many hours we talked together, smoked
together, and drank together. Thanks to your hard work, Renee, we got revenge!
We got justice!" She leaned over and hugged Renee, who also smiled from ear to
ear. "You're the greatest, Renee," she exclaimed, kissing her on both cheeks.

    Claire smiled. "This is a celebration," she said firmly. "Dinner, drinks
and wine are my treat. God knows I've got the money to cover it," she laughed,
waving the settlement check. As if on cue, their server Aubrey appeared with
menus. She passed them around the table. 

    Meanwhile, Claire readied another cigarette. Before she lit up, Aubrey was
standing just to her left with a lighter prepared.

    "Please, allow me," Aubrey said with a sumptuous smile.

    "Oh, thank you," Claire smiled back, guiding her unlit cigarette into
Aubrey's flame. "Thanks so much," she added, puffing a cloud of smoke from the
corner of her mouth.

    "I overheard why you're celebrating," Aubrey whispered with a smile,
slipping the lighter back into her pants pocket. "Congratulations. It sounds
like a victory for women everywhere."

    "It's a special victory for women who smoke," Claire explained with a
smile of her own. "See, Aubrey, I was fired because I'm a smoker."

    "Wow, that's even better," Aubrey said cheerfully, tossing her blond hair
behind her pretty head. "I smoke, too," she added softly. "I hope you enjoy
yourselves this evening."

    "Thanks," Claire said graciously. "I'm sure we will."

    As they looked at the menus, Tim was the first to bring up the subject.
"God damn," he said, with a tone of great respect. "That waitress of ours is
some dish!"

    To her lips Claire moved her long white cigarette for another puff.
"You're fuckin' right about that," she agreed, taking a long hit. "That black
outfit of hers is to die for. Her figure is unbelievable! She looks like she
was poured into it. Christ, her tight little ass looks good enough to eat,
doesn't it?" Laughing, Claire released periodic bursts of smoke in front of
her mouth and nose. "That Aubrey girl is quite a treat. It makes you think.
Aubrey's sweet-looking ass makes me want to consider becoming bisexual," she
kidded.

    Dinner went well. The food was wonderful, the service professional but
attentive, and the company delightful. When dinner ended, Aubrey brought
complementary desserts for the entire table. She said the restaurant was
adding its congratulations for Claire's victory. Upon finishing dessert,
everyone ordered after-dinner drinks.

    "Excuse me," Claire said, when the after-dinner drinks arrived. "I need to
visit the ladies' room." She picked up her cigarette case, put it in her
purse, and stood.

    "I'll join you," Maya said with a shy smile. "I don't think those two will
miss us." Tim and Renee were embroiled in a heated discussion about legal
issues. "All that stuff is over my head, anyway," she added. She picked up her
bag.

    "Yeah, come with me," Claire urged. "Keep me company. Tim and Renee are
old friends. They'll never notice we're gone."

    The two women walked to the ladies' room, Maya slightly ahead of Claire.
Admiring Maya's white skin through her backless, black gown, Claire tapped her
shoulder as they opened the door to the ladies' room.

    Maya jumped. "What?" she asked, startled.

    "Nothing," Claire smiled. "I just wanted to tell you that you look really
great tonight."

    Maya sighed. "Thank you, Claire," she answered. "You look pretty great
yourself."

    Both women entered a stall and peed. It was a nicely appointed ladies'
room. It was more of a lounge. In addition to bathroom facilities, several
large, comfortable over stuffed chairs and side tables set in one corner. The
wall paper and other appointments exuded class.

    No one else was in the room. Claire opened her purse and began adjusting
her makeup in the mirror over the sink. Maya stood and watched.

    "You know," Maya said slowly but gleefully. "I think we can smoke in
here." She pointed to the tables in the sitting area. Each table had a large
ashtray in the center.

    "Cool," Claire replied, refreshing her lipstick. Maya lit up a cigarette
and took a long, first pull. "Hey, babe," Claire said, with a hint of
mischief. "Let me have a drag of that!"

    Maya handed over the cigarette. Claire took a long, splendid drag. She
french-inhaled the smoke and returned the cigarette to Maya. Red lipstick
marks adorned the white filter tip. "Thanks, dear," Claire sighed sweetly,
blowing smoke into the mirror. "That's good."

    Claire continued to play with her makeup. Maya took two consecutive drags.
She seemed preoccupied. Finally, she spoke.

    "Claire, can I ask you a question? Promise you won't be mad."

    "Sure, Maya. I'll be cool. Shoot." She was busy applying fresh eyeliner.

    "Do you ever find yourself attracted to women?"

    Claire turned around with a start. Maya stood innocently beside her, still
holding her cigarette. Her eyes stared directly into Claire's.

    "Yeah, I guess sometimes," she agreed slowly. "Are you thinking about our
server tonight, sweet little Aubrey?"

    "I heard what you said about Aubrey," Maya said serenely. "You said her
tight little ass looked good enough to eat. Did you mean that, or were you
just making idle conversation?"

    "Some of both, I guess," Claire grinned. She stopped with the eye make up
and looked again at Maya. "Why?" She waited for Maya's answer. Instinctively,
she knew was coming.

    "You were kidding when you said Aubrey made you wish you were bi," she
went on, speaking in a calm and measured voice. "But have you ever thought
about it? Have you ever been with another woman? Have you ever wanted that?"

    Claire took a deep breath. They were still alone in the room. "I think
.... I think I need a cigarette," she suddenly exclaimed, walking to the
adjacent sitting area. She sat down in an overstuffed chair. Maya slowly sat
beside her in the next chair. Reaching into her purse, Claire removed her
sleek, black cigarette case. As she put one in her mouth with trembling
fingers, she noticed Maya's lighter was already prepared to light it for her.

    "Let me light you up, dear," Maya said breathlessly, gripping her lighter
with one hand while holding her own cigarette in the other.

    "Thank you, Maya," Claire said as the flame connected. She took an
extended initial drag. The smoke afforded an immediate calming influence on
her nerves. She knew where the conversation was going. What she didn't know
was how she felt about that. She slowly exhaled, and then continued.

    "That's better," she sighed. "So, tell me, Maya. Why in the hell are you
suddenly so curious about my sexual feelings and experiences?" She stared at
her friend.

    The attractive Hawaiian girl stared back. "Do you remember that first day
we met at my salon and I did your hair? Remember how we bought those great
looking new outfits? And remember how I said you looked good enough to eat?"

    "Yes," Claire murmured, cigarette between her lips.

    "I meant it," Maya said solemnly. "I meant it then, and I still mean it
now. You look wonderful tonight, Claire."

    Claire watched Maya tap some ashes into the glass ashtray and bring her
cigarette slowly back to her lips. They were perfect lips, lovely, red and
suddenly strangely inviting.

    "Maya, you look ravishing yourself." Claire was panting now. A strange
excitement was growing inside her. "You're so very beautiful. Your black hair
is so elegant tonight," she went on. "And walking behind you just now, I
couldn't help notice your beautiful back. Your skin is so white, so soft, so
lovely."

    "Thank you. And what do you think of my boobs?" Maya whispered. "Do you
think they're too large?" After a quick hit on her cigarette, she lifted her
chest to let her lungs more easily fill with smoke. This action had the
secondary purpose of prominently flaunting her round, oversized tits. "Or do
you think they're beautiful, too?" she beckoned.

    Claire said nothing. She casually moved her cigarette to her left hand.
Her right one stretched out and caressed Maya's naked shoulder. Their eyes
connected. Maya didn't flinch.

    "I think I know what you're getting at. It's time I answered." Claire was
whispering, carefully stroking Maya's skin with long, slender fingers. "You
know, I've always been a very conservative girl, a good little girl. Only
recently did I learn how much fun it is to be a bad, nasty girl." She put her
cigarette between her lips and sucked. Hollowing her cheeks, she took a long,
slow drag. Her hand was now caressing Maya's upper back.

    "That's why I like smoking," she went on, slowly exhaling through her
nostrils. "I love to smoke because it's so bad, and because it's so fuckin'
nasty," she purred. She moved her face close to Maya's. "And it's so damn
pleasurable. I've learned being bad is actually very good. Don't you think?
There are many things good girls don't do. But they ought to, because they're
so damn pleasurable. Is that what you're trying to tell me tonight, Maya
honey?"

    "Yes," Maya whispered. Her voice was barely audible. She too leaned
forward, closing the gap between them, and softly planted her lips on Claire's
mouth. Claire didn't pull away, instead allowing herself to be drawn into
Maya's luscious mouth. The sensation was electric as they shared a gentle,
brief kiss. 

    That first gentle touch of lips was followed by a much longer, harder,
erotic kiss. As soon as Claire felt Maya's tongue in her mouth, her body
responded. Both hands were pulling on Maya's shoulders, and she drew the
pretty, Hawaiian beauty even closer. With their lips passionately connected,
they moaned together for several seconds. Almost without realizing it,
Claire's hands had found their way onto Maya's abundant, spherical tits. Still
holding her cigarette, she began to squeeze. Maya moaned, and moved her free
hand onto Claire's ass.

    Suddenly, the door to the ladies' room squeaked. Hurriedly, the girls
disengaged, their faces flush with excitement and embarrassment. The ashes on
their cigarettes had grown too long during their exchange of passion. They
quickly de-ashed in the ashtray on the table. Looking up, they saw Aubrey,
their beautiful, blond server, still dressed completely in black, enter the
room.

    "Whoa," Aubrey leered. She had an unlit cigarette and a lighter in hand.
"Hey, we aren't busy, so I thought I'd take my smoke break in here instead of
in the kitchen." She paused to light up. "But I didn't know I'd be
interrupting you two." She plopped down across from Claire and Maya, exhaling
smoke from her mouth. "So, I guess you two are really celebrating, huh?"

    "Uh, yeah," Claire said nervously. She took a puff of her own. "We were
just exchanging some ...."

    "You don't have to explain to me, ladies," Aubrey interrupted. She pulled
in another lung-full of smoke. "I'm bi myself. It doesn't embarrass me." She
exhaled and puffed again. "Seriously, don't mind me. Keep going. I'll just sit
here and watch," she added with a lecherous grin. She put the hand not holding
her cigarette on her crotch. "Go ahead," she repeated, playing casually with
herself through her pants. "I've only got a few minutes."

    "Are you involved?" Maya asked. "I mean, are you seeing anyone
exclusively?"

    "Nah," Aubrey said scornfully. "Life's too short to get tied down to one
person." She smiled again. "Getting tied down in other ways isn't bad,
though," she sneered.

    Maya reached into her purse. "Here's my card," she said quickly. "You're a
beautiful girl, Aubrey. Both of us noticed you tonight. Give me a call. Maybe
we can get together." She winked at Claire. "Maybe all three of us."

    "Cool," Aubrey said, stuffing the card in her pocket. "You girls are real
cute. I'd like that." She looked at her watch, took a long last drag, and put
her cigarette out in the ashtray. "I've gotta get back to work," she
announced. "Have fun, girls."

    "Wow," Claire gasped. "I can't believe you did that."

    Maya smiled an evil smile. "I can't believe _you_ just did what you did,
babe," she sighed. She ran her fingers along the side of Claire's face. "Let's
put on some fresh lipstick and return to the others." She hopped up from her
seat and walked to the mirror. "I've got an idea. Ditch Tim and come over to
my place tonight," she suggested, opening her purse. "I'll teach you a few
more things about being bad." She opened her lipstick.

    Claire thought. "Okay," she smiled as she took her place beside Maya in
front of the mirror. "Why the hell not?"

    Before applying their lipstick, the two woman shared a last kiss in front
of the mirror. Claire felt herself melt inside when Maya touched her. She'd
never experienced anything like it. Talk about being bad! This was badder than
she'd ever been! She loved it!

    After re-applying lipstick, the two girls left the ladies' room. Maya
gently patted Claire on the ass as they walked back into the restaurant's main
dining room. "Just think. You thought you were through with the secret
identity shit. But this might be the start of a whole new secret identity,
Claire, baby," she cooed seductively. She kissed her on the cheek. "No one
needs to know you have both a girlfriend and a boyfriend. I'll never tell."

    "You're right, baby doll," she whispered. Yeah, Claire liked being bad. It
felt good kissing the beautiful Maya just now, strangely and pleasantly erotic
putting her hands on top of Maya's generous breasts. Claire got wet just
thinking about the pleasures still to come tonight. She sighed. Another secret
identity? It might be just what the doctor ordered!

    THE END

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