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Janet led Angela to a cosy, intimate wine bar which had been transformed from a musty basement of an old sandstone bank building to a chique establishment. The owners had tastefully decked out the interior of the bar in keeping with its heritage. It was one of the few places left in the city where one could enjoy a quiet drink along with a cigarette. Most of the other watering holes enforced a strict no-smoking policy within the premises which meant one would have to leave the building in order to enjoy a cigarette which was quite inconvenient.
Moving through the bar amongst the other patrons, the ladies took up occupancy in a dimly lit nook, perching their leather covered asses on the antique looking chairs. Interestingly neither of them removed their coat or gloves much to each other's mutual delight.
“Hello Janet, haven't seen you around for a while. What can I get you?”, asked the friendly waiter.
“Hi Gary, been busy. We'll have...”, and turning to Angela asked her, “what can I get you?”
“Sav blanc please.”
“A bottle of the house Sav blanc please Gaz.”
As Gary left to retrieve the order, both ladies retrieved a cigarette each, with Janet lighting both given Angela's a.w.o.l. lighter. The pair looked a formidable sight sucking on their cigarettes perched tightly in their leather clad fingers, their crossed booted legs giving any voyeur in eyeshot a most wonderful performance.
Gary returned in next to no time and poured each of the ladies a glass.
“Gary, let me introduce you to Angela, she's started today at the firm”
“Pleased to meet you Angela”, Gary replied.
“Likewise”, Angela replied addressing the waiter with a smile.
“Just signal if you'd like anything else”, Gary ended and left the two ladies alone.
“Congratulations on surviving day one”, Janet said as the two connected glasses in celebration.
“Thank you although same shit, different office”, Angela replied. “Anyhow, you were going to enlighten me about your 'hobby''
“Oh yes. Well, hobby is putting it mildly. It's somewhat of an obsession”
“Obsession is a pretty strong word, but continue, enlighten me. Your attire looks well worn, almost retro or antique but wonderfully fine.”
“That's exactly what they are. I scour the various online auction houses for estate or vintage clothing. Particularly gloves. When I started developing my fashion style, I developed a love for gloves but only k**skin leather gloves. Maybe it was all the movies from the 1960's I watched as a k** on afternoon television. The well dressed ladies of that era exuded real class and style. I tried to find the equivalent here but without much luck. Given our cold weather only really lasts for a few weeks, trying to find the right pair of gloves is next to impossible.”
As Janet kept on talking about how she had amassed quite a wardrobe of various retro leather gloves, coats, boots and so on, Angela's eyes were fixed on Janet's seductive lips moving, hearing the sound coming out of that delectable little mouth, the words registering in her brain but almost not listening, only taking in the fact that she was seated across an incredibly sexy little minx who she yearned to grab and make love to. The numbing effects of the wine they shared with each moment added to her feelings of lust as she eyed little leather Janet sitting opposite her, every so often taking small sips of the wine held in her tight leather hands, taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing the wispy grey smoke out of her delectable red lips.
“Seems we share a similar obsession or passion”, Angela replied. “You'll have to show me your collection some time.”
“I'd love that.”
As Janet and Angela continued in conversation, Angela noticed out of her peripheral vision the swaying form of a suited businessman stagger over to their table.
“Hello lovelies, how bout you let me buy you a drink”, he barely managed to get the words coherently out of his fish-like mouth.
“No thank you, we're fine”, Angela replied curtly, meeting the sod's glazed eyes with a steely gaze.
“Awww, cummmon, just one drink, whattya say?”
“No! We're fine.”
“What!? Fucken snooty bitch, what's your problem!? I jus wanna buya drink!”
Angela responded to the insult by quickly standing up and connecting her leather gloved palm against his cheek with lightning speed in a resounding “thwack”, like a recoiled snake striking its prey. The stinging blow caused the man to stumble back, barely recovering his balance, his eyes filled with a mixture of shame and wrath.
“Cunt!”, the man ejected and drew his arm back to return the insult with the intent of backhanding Angela but before he knew what was happening, Janet had sprung to her feet, grabbed the man's wrist bending it back toward his forearm causing excruciating pain as he felt his arm bend around his back. Falling to his knees before the two leather vixens, his body was imobilized, anger boiling within but unable to move as Janet's deathly grip tightened and feeling the sharp point of her stiletto heeled boot planted firmly on his Achilles heel.
“Youch! Let me go bitch!”
Angela looked on in amazement as Janet held the man in place, the scene almost comical as this tiny thing kept the brute of a man in check.
“I'll take it from here Janet.”
Both ladies looked up to see a monstrous mountain of a man reach down with one of his enormous hands and scoop the drunk up by the scruff of his neck. Releasing her hold, Janet allowed the giant bouncer to lift the drunk up like a rag doll and frog march him out of the bar.
“Don't even think about showing your face here again”, the bouncer said to the humiliated man as he ejected him out of the door like a piece of trash.
The bouncer returned to the two ladies, brushing his jacket down as if to purge himself from the drunken man's existence.
“Sorry Janet. It's been a while since we've seen that sort of excitement in this place”, he said with a crooked grin.
“Thanks Uncle Baz, but I did have the situation under control”, Janet replied with an innocent smirk.
“Good to see you haven't forgotten my judo tuition.”
“You're the best teacher Uncle!”
Angela viewed the banter between the monster and tiny Janet with a new sense of admiration for the girl.
“Ma'am. Please accept my apologies for the disturbance, we like to attract a certain type of clientele but unfortunately some bad apples slip through.”, Baz said addressing the stunned Angela. “Some complimentary vouchers redeemable any time as small consolation.”
Baz handed a couple of vouchers over to Angela which she mutely accepted.
“Angela, I...think we'd better go”, Janet said and took Angela by the hand leading her out of bar and avoiding the glances of the other patrons in the bar.
As the cool evening air hit her face, the adrenalin had seeped away from Angela still musing on what had happened in the bar.
“Angela, are you ok?”
“I'm fine. Uncle Baz?”, she addressed Janet bemusedly.
Janet just smiled innocently and shrugged her shoulders.
“Come on, let's forget about what happened in there. Let's go to my place, I....I can show you the rest of my leather wardrobe. Come on, you'll love it.”
Without waiting for a reply, Janet hailed down a cab and opened the door for Angela.
“Where to love?”, asked the taxi driver
“Glebe.”, Janet answered.
Angela allowed herself to be led by Janet with mixed emotions. The normally powerful and totally in control lady was somehow feeling herself be seduced by this little package full of surprises.
As the cab meandered it's way through the city toward her apartment, Janet snuggled herself in closely against Angela's leather clad body, resting her head on her shoulder and slowly gliding her leather gloved hand along Angela's thigh.
“There's more to you than meets the eye Miss Finch”, Angela whispered, reclining her face down to meet Janet's soft luscious lips in a lingering French kiss...
Moving through the bar amongst the other patrons, the ladies took up occupancy in a dimly lit nook, perching their leather covered asses on the antique looking chairs. Interestingly neither of them removed their coat or gloves much to each other's mutual delight.
“Hello Janet, haven't seen you around for a while. What can I get you?”, asked the friendly waiter.
“Hi Gary, been busy. We'll have...”, and turning to Angela asked her, “what can I get you?”
“Sav blanc please.”
“A bottle of the house Sav blanc please Gaz.”
As Gary left to retrieve the order, both ladies retrieved a cigarette each, with Janet lighting both given Angela's a.w.o.l. lighter. The pair looked a formidable sight sucking on their cigarettes perched tightly in their leather clad fingers, their crossed booted legs giving any voyeur in eyeshot a most wonderful performance.
Gary returned in next to no time and poured each of the ladies a glass.
“Gary, let me introduce you to Angela, she's started today at the firm”
“Pleased to meet you Angela”, Gary replied.
“Likewise”, Angela replied addressing the waiter with a smile.
“Just signal if you'd like anything else”, Gary ended and left the two ladies alone.
“Congratulations on surviving day one”, Janet said as the two connected glasses in celebration.
“Thank you although same shit, different office”, Angela replied. “Anyhow, you were going to enlighten me about your 'hobby''
“Oh yes. Well, hobby is putting it mildly. It's somewhat of an obsession”
“Obsession is a pretty strong word, but continue, enlighten me. Your attire looks well worn, almost retro or antique but wonderfully fine.”
“That's exactly what they are. I scour the various online auction houses for estate or vintage clothing. Particularly gloves. When I started developing my fashion style, I developed a love for gloves but only k**skin leather gloves. Maybe it was all the movies from the 1960's I watched as a k** on afternoon television. The well dressed ladies of that era exuded real class and style. I tried to find the equivalent here but without much luck. Given our cold weather only really lasts for a few weeks, trying to find the right pair of gloves is next to impossible.”
As Janet kept on talking about how she had amassed quite a wardrobe of various retro leather gloves, coats, boots and so on, Angela's eyes were fixed on Janet's seductive lips moving, hearing the sound coming out of that delectable little mouth, the words registering in her brain but almost not listening, only taking in the fact that she was seated across an incredibly sexy little minx who she yearned to grab and make love to. The numbing effects of the wine they shared with each moment added to her feelings of lust as she eyed little leather Janet sitting opposite her, every so often taking small sips of the wine held in her tight leather hands, taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing the wispy grey smoke out of her delectable red lips.
“Seems we share a similar obsession or passion”, Angela replied. “You'll have to show me your collection some time.”
“I'd love that.”
As Janet and Angela continued in conversation, Angela noticed out of her peripheral vision the swaying form of a suited businessman stagger over to their table.
“Hello lovelies, how bout you let me buy you a drink”, he barely managed to get the words coherently out of his fish-like mouth.
“No thank you, we're fine”, Angela replied curtly, meeting the sod's glazed eyes with a steely gaze.
“Awww, cummmon, just one drink, whattya say?”
“No! We're fine.”
“What!? Fucken snooty bitch, what's your problem!? I jus wanna buya drink!”
Angela responded to the insult by quickly standing up and connecting her leather gloved palm against his cheek with lightning speed in a resounding “thwack”, like a recoiled snake striking its prey. The stinging blow caused the man to stumble back, barely recovering his balance, his eyes filled with a mixture of shame and wrath.
“Cunt!”, the man ejected and drew his arm back to return the insult with the intent of backhanding Angela but before he knew what was happening, Janet had sprung to her feet, grabbed the man's wrist bending it back toward his forearm causing excruciating pain as he felt his arm bend around his back. Falling to his knees before the two leather vixens, his body was imobilized, anger boiling within but unable to move as Janet's deathly grip tightened and feeling the sharp point of her stiletto heeled boot planted firmly on his Achilles heel.
“Youch! Let me go bitch!”
Angela looked on in amazement as Janet held the man in place, the scene almost comical as this tiny thing kept the brute of a man in check.
“I'll take it from here Janet.”
Both ladies looked up to see a monstrous mountain of a man reach down with one of his enormous hands and scoop the drunk up by the scruff of his neck. Releasing her hold, Janet allowed the giant bouncer to lift the drunk up like a rag doll and frog march him out of the bar.
“Don't even think about showing your face here again”, the bouncer said to the humiliated man as he ejected him out of the door like a piece of trash.
The bouncer returned to the two ladies, brushing his jacket down as if to purge himself from the drunken man's existence.
“Sorry Janet. It's been a while since we've seen that sort of excitement in this place”, he said with a crooked grin.
“Thanks Uncle Baz, but I did have the situation under control”, Janet replied with an innocent smirk.
“Good to see you haven't forgotten my judo tuition.”
“You're the best teacher Uncle!”
Angela viewed the banter between the monster and tiny Janet with a new sense of admiration for the girl.
“Ma'am. Please accept my apologies for the disturbance, we like to attract a certain type of clientele but unfortunately some bad apples slip through.”, Baz said addressing the stunned Angela. “Some complimentary vouchers redeemable any time as small consolation.”
Baz handed a couple of vouchers over to Angela which she mutely accepted.
“Angela, I...think we'd better go”, Janet said and took Angela by the hand leading her out of bar and avoiding the glances of the other patrons in the bar.
As the cool evening air hit her face, the adrenalin had seeped away from Angela still musing on what had happened in the bar.
“Angela, are you ok?”
“I'm fine. Uncle Baz?”, she addressed Janet bemusedly.
Janet just smiled innocently and shrugged her shoulders.
“Come on, let's forget about what happened in there. Let's go to my place, I....I can show you the rest of my leather wardrobe. Come on, you'll love it.”
Without waiting for a reply, Janet hailed down a cab and opened the door for Angela.
“Where to love?”, asked the taxi driver
“Glebe.”, Janet answered.
Angela allowed herself to be led by Janet with mixed emotions. The normally powerful and totally in control lady was somehow feeling herself be seduced by this little package full of surprises.
As the cab meandered it's way through the city toward her apartment, Janet snuggled herself in closely against Angela's leather clad body, resting her head on her shoulder and slowly gliding her leather gloved hand along Angela's thigh.
“There's more to you than meets the eye Miss Finch”, Angela whispered, reclining her face down to meet Janet's soft luscious lips in a lingering French kiss...
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