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Author's note: Unlike my other stories, this one is written in the third
person. This story peripherally involves a few characters from a couple
of those stories. For reference purposes, this all you need to know:
Cafe 101 - a popular LGBTQ club
Bianca - trans woman, part owner of the club
Beth - Bianca's twin sister, part owner of the club
Brandon - Bianca's husband, an editor and book publisher
Anna - Beth's wife, a famous writer of romance novels, and a trans woman
Prologue: A Long, Long Year Ago
"So, who has to break the news to Alex and the rest of the staff?" Beth
asked the other members of the 101's "board of directors". That's what
the kitchen and wait staff called the owners and their spouses whenever
the four of them were spotted huddled together in the back office. Only
this time, they were all seated around the main bar in the main hall of
the empty club, an empty bottle of twenty year old single malt scotch
between them.
No one spoke, but soon it was evident that three of them were staring at
Bianca. "You're all a bunch of cowards. You know that don't you? Fucking
cowards!" Bianca sighed, but couldn't hide the fact that she knew it was
a forgone conclusion she was going to be the one to talk to the staff.
Despite her somewhat larger than life personality, she was beloved by
the staff. Many had taken to referring to her as "mom" behind her back.
And she loved that they did.
"Ok then." Bianca got off her bar stool, finished off the last few drops
of scotch in her glass, pulled down the hem of her dress, took a step
and almost tripped over a pair of discarded high heels on the floor.
"Sorry sis," her twin sister Beth mumbled, hurriedly trying to slip her
shoes back on. Before Bianca could make one of her usual disparaging
remarks about Beth not taking proper care of expensive designer
footwear, Beth continued her apology by adding, "I think we all should
tell the staff, it's not fair to put this all on Bianca, it's certainly
not her fault that the entire planet seems to be shutting down. The two
spouses, Brandon and Anna, nodded in agreement, and stood up,
precipitating a group hug.
Moments later the four owners of the Cafe 101, the largest LGBTQ club in
the city, were telling their small staff that the club was closing
because of the pandemic gripping the country.
"Is this this a like forever thing?" Angie, one of the waitresses asked,
tears running down her face. Bianca saw all the distressed looks and
immediately went straight to the point.
"Absolutely not! Let me assure you, the club is perfectly safe and will
reopen better than ever, whenever that becomes possible. If some of you
weren't aware, Beth and I own the building outright and we're both lucky
enough to have a working spouse to keep a roof over our heads. So the
only thing we are concerned about is you guys. We'd like you to stay
on."
"With no customers, how's that going to work?" someone yelled out.
"Ok, calm down, let Bianca finish," Alex, the head chef yelled back.
"We want to start providing takeout service. I know it's hard to
believe, but our customers seem to love Alex's cooking," Bianca laughed,
poking a little fun at her head chef. The expression on his face lead
her to amend her last remark. "That is, the cuisine prepared by Chef
Alexandre." Alex smiled at the correction, having worked hard to gain
that distinction.
Bianca laid out the plan the board of directors had devised. Banking on
the assumption that enough of their customers would support them by
ordering takeout, they could meet payroll by giving all of the profit to
the staff. They were hoping that nobody would ask what would happen if
there was no profit. When one of the cooks tried to raise that issue,
she was cutoff by Alex, "I personally guarantee there will be."
Later, as the staff left, Bianca pulled Alex aside and thanked him. Alex
was the first person she and Beth had hired when they opened the club.
Along with Zoe and Elena (two former employees that were like daughters
to the sisters) he was the only club employee who was also a personal
friend. He knew that Bianca, Beth, Brandon, and Anna would cover any
shortfall out of their own pockets and would never want anyone to know.
He always suspected that Brandon's frequent complaint that his financing
of his wife's addiction to designer shoes would cover the club's
payroll, was probably closer to fact than fiction. Beth on the other
hand wasn't nearly as ostentatious, even though her wife, Anna, might be
one of the richest women in the city. Her last two books made the New
York Times top ten best sellers list.
By the time Alex had driven to his apartment on the outskirts of the
city, he had already created in his mind several tasty creations to
tantalize the palettes of his faithful customers. If they were going to
be quarantined, he was determined they'd at least have something to
enjoy with a nice bottle of wine.
Chapter 1: The Grand Reopening
When the country began to safely to re-emerge, the board of directors
convened their meeting at the empty bar again, this time with a bottle
of champagne. They were celebrating the impending reopening of the club,
as well as the addition of a new board member.
"To Alex, thanks to you, our entire staff, our family, got through this
horrible year intact and healthy. Cheers!" Beth raised a toast and
handed Alex an envelope with the paperwork giving him a five percent
stake in the club.
Knowing that the standard bar food the club usually sold would never be
profitable enough without the accompanying sale of alcohol, Alex's
gamble of adding expensive gourmet meals to the takeout menu turned out
to be brilliant, when it also turned out that a couple of the loyal
customers were food critics for the local press. The free, glowing
reviews brought in business from outside the LGBTQ community and made
Chef Alexandre a bit of a celebrity.
It was Anna who came up with the idea. While savoring one of the takeout
dinners with Beth, she had remarked, "I'll be sorry to lose these when
the club reopens and starts selling hamburgers and pizza again." After a
long moment in deep thought, she said, "You know, Zoe and Elena's old
apartment in the basement, that has its own entrance. What about
converting it into a bistro? We could serve the gourmet menu there. I'm
sure Alex would go for it."
So the club was going to open on the first of the month, better than
ever, as Bianca had promised, with a new addition ready to show off.
"So, here's my thought for opening night," Bianca stated before anyone
even had the chance to finish their congratulatory toasts. "Let's have a
silent auction for the local food shelves. I'm sure Brandon can pull in
lots of donations on short notice, can't you sweetie?" Brandon had no
choice but to agree with his wife. "We can offer the first reservations
to the bistro as auction items, and the pi?ce de r?sistance, a gourmet
dinner cooked in your own home, personally prepared by Chef Alexandre as
another. It'll be great advertising."
The others turned to Alex. He shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, I'm in. I
suppose I'd better invest to a proper chef's outfit."
"Just don't buy one of those silly white hats," Bianca teased, "you
wouldn't want to hide that cute ponytail you grew during the last year."
Alex hadn't worn his hair long since a traumatic incident fifteen years
ago when he was only sixteen. It was his parents twenty-fifth wedding
anniversary and Alex and his older sister wanted to do something special
for them. Already adept at cooking, he wanted to make his parents a
special meal. His sister decorated the dinning room of their apartment
with colorful paper streamers suspended from the ceiling. Alex planned
to make a memorable conclusion to the occasion by making the flaming
dessert his parents had on their honeymoon, Bananas Flamb?.
As he was pouring the rum into the hot pan, he panicked when the flames
shot up higher than expected. Unfortunately he lifted the pan up,
exposing the paper streamers to the flame. They immediately ignited and
instantly incinerated, ashes flying everywhere. Luckily nothing else
caught fire, but there was enough smoke to set off the smoke alarms,
which caused the building to be evacuated and the fire department to
arrive.
Two firemen stormed into the apartment, ready to battle an inferno, only
to find a diminutive teenager with a long ponytail and wearing what
appeared to be mascara running down his cheeks from crying. The younger
fireman, maybe barely out of high school, flashed a big smile and Alex's
heart nearly fluttered. The much older, lead fireman was not as kind.
After a severe and obscenity ridden lecture, the fireman departed but
not before yelling, "and get a haircut you freak, you look like a girl."
Alex ran out of the room crying. The younger fireman followed and tried
to offer an apology. Alex went to his bedroom and threw himself on the
bed, knocking a small collection of cosmetics off his nightstand onto to
floor. Hearing a light tapping on the door, he turned and looked up just
as the young fireman was taking a look at Alex's room, filled with
stuffed animals and boy band posters. "Nice room," the man said, and
Alex broke into tears again. By the time he got control of himself, the
fireman had left. That evening, Alex took a pair of scissors and cut off
his ponytail.
Chapter 2: The Silent Auction
The highlight of the auction was the bidding war that emerged for Alex's
dinner. A few minutes before the end of the auction, two people were
still vying to submit the highest bid. Standing next to each other at
the auction table, they were each frantically upping the other's bid a
dollar at a time. With a minute to go, the male bidder, a well known
local businessman, upped the bid by a hundred dollars and smiled,
certain of his victory. The unknown woman, also smiled, then added an
additional thousand dollars. Everyone in the club gasped. The woman had
won the dinner for a total of $5,156.
Alex was watching from a distance, quietly cheering for the woman. She
appeared to be near his age and stunningly attractive, at least as far
as he could tell from his viewpoint outside the kitchen door. As the
crowd dissipated, he watched the woman write out a check and hand it to
Bianca, pick up her prize, an envelope with the instructions for
arranging the dinner, and then immediately leave the club, but making
sure to walk by the kitchen and Alex on her way out. She didn't
acknowledge him, just passed by close enough to tease Alex with the
scent of her perfume and a glimpse of cleavage.
Three weeks went by and the woman had yet to contact Alex. All anybody
knew, was that her name was Martine Moreau. No one had ever seen her at
the club before, but then over a year had passed since the last time it
was open. Brandon had even started to call around to see if any of his
business contacts had heard of her. After all, anyone able to drop more
than five thousand dollars for a dinner and wear $700 Jimmy Choo pumps
had resources (Bianca, of course, noticed that little piece of evidence
when she accepted the check). Surely someone in the city knew her. But
she remained a mystery.
Finally, she sent a short text message to Alex asking if he was
available the following Saturday to prepare dinner for her. Relieved to
have finally heard from her, he responded affirmatively even though that
meant leaving the club short handed on their busiest night. Since the
prize specified dinner for up to four people, Alex inquired if there was
a specific meal she wanted prepared and for how many people.
Once again she seemed to be playing a waiting game with him. An hour
went by before she responded.
'I like fish, perhaps salmon. The dinner is just for me. You may join
me.'
Alex immediately replied that salmon was one of his specialties and that
he would be honored to join her. He really wasn't sure about that last
part. But she did donate over $5000 to charity, so the 'customer is
aways right' rule seemed to apply.
Again, her response didn't show up until another hour later and only
consisted of an address and time.
Chapter 3: The Dinner
At the appointed time, Alex arrived at a luxury condo high rise on the
edge of the city center, carrying several insulated bags and wearing his
new chef's outfit. The concierge was expecting him and immediately took
him up to the top floor. Martine Moreau was waiting by the open door to
her condo.
Wearing a silky cream colored slip dress and strappy mules, she looked
even more alluring than she did the night of the auction. She had
painted her nails a vivid red to match her lipstick. With her honey
blonde hair in a loose bun, she gave the appearance of a French
chanteuse ready to perform a sultry ballad.
Given her name and appearance, Alex expected to hear a French accent
when she greeted him. He was disappointed to hear a midwestern accent.
She sounded like his sister. She also sounded a bit aloof.
"Follow me. I'll show you the kitchen." She led him through a stylish
living area with large sliding doors giving access to a spacious balcony
overlooking the city, passed through a dinning area already set for
dinner, to a smallish but well equipped kitchen.
"I'll be working on the balcony," she said as she retrieved a bottle of
mineral water from the refrigerator. "You may call me when dinner is
ready." She flashed an enigmatic smile and lightly brushed her hand on
Alex's arm. He watched her walk slowly away from him, pick up an iPad
laying on the sofa in the living area, and sit down on the balcony, her
back to the kitchen.
Alex set about preparing his dishes. This wasn't at all how he imagined
this would go. He had assumed the winning bidder would be thrilled to
watch a master chef, engage him in conversation about food, wine, and
life. At this point, he was going to be happy to get out of there as
soon as possible.
But he changed his mind after summoning his host from her balcony and
the two of them sat down to eat. Suddenly Martine was coy and charming,
attentive to every thing Alex said. The thing she wasn't, was
forthcoming about herself. The only information Alex learned, happened
as he was packing up his bags, getting ready to leave.
"Thank you so much, your dinner was almost everything I could have hoped
for," she said as Alex was about to leave the kitchen. The remark caused
him to stop.
"I'm sorry, is there something else you wanted? I want to make sure you
are absolutely happy with this experience."
"No, no, it was my error. I was thinking about how I wished I had
specified that you make my favorite dessert," Martine apologized,
"Perhaps next time."
Alex felt compelled to ensure that there was a next time. "Well, I'll
come back. Technically, you bought a dinner for four. I feel obligated
to provide at least another dining experience."
Martine then handed him a small gift wrapped box. "I'd like it if you'd
accept this small token of my appreciation."
Alex gave her a quizzical look, so she explained, "It's something I
thought you might wear. I design accessories like jewelry and purses,
also the occasional dress. I have a fairly successful online business.
It allows me to live like this. Anyway, you can open it later."
"Well, thank you," Alex took the box and added it to one of his bags.
Martine gave him a small hug, and a gentle kiss on his cheek. The kiss
lingered more than a simple parting gesture.
Back in his apartment, Alex sat quietly on his couch, holding the
content of the small box in one hand and the enclosed note in his other
hand.
He examined the delicate metallic chain ponytail holder. He was afraid
that it might be real gold. Even though it was clearly a feminine piece
of jewelry, he was going to wear it. He turned his attention to the
note.
'Your cooking changed my life"
Chapter 4: The Repeat
Like before, three weeks passed before Martine texted again.
'Are you free Sunday afternoon?'
Like many in hospitality, Alex had Sunday and Monday off. He wondered if
Martine already knew this.
'Yes, what would like me to prepare?'
She didn't respond until two hours later. Alex didn't know whether to be
annoyed or aroused by her tactics. One thing he was sure of, it was
calculated.
'Nothing. I just feel like wine, dessert, and conversation. I'll provide
the ingredients. Just come at 1pm.'
Promptly at 1pm Sunday, Alex exited the elevator on the top floor of the
luxury high rise and once again found Martine Moreau dressed seductively
in a sleek, tight fighting, green shift dress and nude pumps. Her hair
was in a ponytail held by a clip identical to the one gifted to Alex.
She greeted Alex the same way as when they departed each other three
weeks earlier, with a hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek.
"I see you are wearing my little gift. See, we are the same," she
gestured towards her similarly adorned hair. "I have a bottle of Pinot
Grigio chilling on the balcony, please join me."
Almost two hours passed as Martine regaled Alex with her experiences in
the fashion industry. Martine carefully and subtlety probed Alex's
opinions about her designs, watching for clues about the Alex outside of
the kitchen.
"My goodness, look at the time. I believe it's time for dessert. I have
all of the ingredients in the kitchen for you. I left the recipe out
that I used to buy everything, just in case. Would you mind if I
watched?"
"Of course not, I'd be honored," Alex said, offering his hand to help
Martine stand up.
As soon as Alex looked at the kitchen counter, his faced drained of
color. The bananas, bottle of rum, and the rest caused his stomach to
knot up. 'Is this a cruel joke or a simple coincidence,' he thought.
After all, this dessert is well-known and a favorite of many. His
parents, for example. He took a deep breath and reminded himself that he
was a professional chef and not a skittish teenager.
For the first time since that traumatic day, Alex made a flaming
dessert. And it was a success. Martine was almost too excited, heaping
him with praise for a relatively simple accomplishment.
As Martine finished the last bite of her dessert, she asked Alex if was
free the following day, Monday at the same time. Alex agreed. Martine
smiled and left the dinning room an returned with another gift wrapped
box, larger than the first.
"Another thank you, a token of my affection. Open it later." She hugged
Alex and kissed him on the mouth. "I hope to see you tomorrow."
As with her last gift, Alex sat in his apartment bewildered. In one hand
he held a note.
'If you wear this tomorrow, it may change your life.'
In his other hand he held a beautiful silk dress, robin egg blue with a
lace bodice.
Chapter 5: The Answer
Alex hardly slept that night. In the morning, rather than immediately
taking a shower, he wandered into the spare bedroom in his apartment. He
casually slid open the closet doors and stared. Stared and thought. For
over ten minutes he stood there. Just thinking.
He finally turned away from the closet, a slight smirk on his face,
quietly amused, and headed back to his bedroom en-suite and drew himself
a bath rather than a shower, beginning his routine to become Alexis.
During the long periods of quarantine, this was her normal routine.
Alexis even occasionally showed up at the club for work. The first time
there was some mild kidding, but this was hardly unusual for a LBGTQ
establishment. Bianca even gave her a few pairs of her older designer
heels whenever her shoe closet started to overflow.
Her bath finished, she took pleasure in moisturizing her freshly shave
legs and then the rest of her smooth body. In the spare bedroom, Alexis'
bedroom, she selected her favorite blue lace bra and panty set. Sitting
in her lingerie at her dressing table, she applied a pale blue polish to
her nails. While they dried, she inspect her collection of shoes and
decided to go all in on the blue motif, selecting a pair of sling backs
with four inch heels. Not particularly comfortable, but she was willing
to suffer for fashion today.
With her nails dry, she meticulously applied her makeup. Wanting to wear
both of her gifts, she pulled her hair into a low ponytail, held by the
gold jewelry. She found a pair of gold earrings and inserted them in her
pierced lobes.
Alexis put on a pair of sheer nude thigh high stockings and then
strolled daintily to her main room to fetch her other gift from Martine.
Martine had a good eye for sizes, for the dress fit Alexis like a glove.
She then stepped into her heels and admired the transformation in her
full length mirror.
Promptly at 1pm, for the third time she arrived at the door of Martine
Moreau.
"You are absolutely beautiful my dear Alex."
"Actually Alexis."
"My dear Alexis," Martine laughed and gently kissed her on the lips.
"Care to join me on the balcony? A bottle of vintage Chardonnay awaits."
Rather than sitting in separate wicker chairs as they had on Sunday,
they simultaneously seated themselves together on the love seat.? ?
Martine looked at Alexis and giggled. "You are still confused, aren't
you?"
"Perhaps. Is Bananas Flamb? really your favorite dessert?" Alexis
wondered aloud.
"It could be now, on special occasions, like this, but I usually prefer
something that involves chocolate."
"I am still confused about the first note. It's written in the past
tense. How could I have changed you unless we've met before. Only two
people outside my family know about my, my, umm, the fire I caused."
Martine smiled, but said nothing, slowly sipping her wine, waiting for
Alexis' next observation.
"This is kind of a very personal question, and if the answer is 'yes',
I'm not sure what I can say next. We're you ever a, a fireman?"
"Hmmm, was I ever a fireman? Let's see, I did used to be a man, and I
did once work for the fire department, so I guess the answer is yes."
Martine laughed, then started to tear up.
"I don't understand. How could I have helped you transition?" Alexis
asked.
"The other fireman who verbally abused you was my stepfather. When I
watched you experience the same verbal abuse I'd become numbed to for
years, I finally got the courage to be myself. I quit the fire
department and moved to LA. With my online business, I can live
anywhere. When the pandemic hit, I needed to be close to my mom. She was
divorced and alone, so I moved back here. Then I saw the articles in the
paper about you. For whatever reason, I always remembered your name from
the incident report. I often thought about you crying in your room and
hoped your life turned out as good as mine has. If you hadn't tried
making that flaming dessert, I might never have gotten the courage to
change my life."
"I do have a good life, a job I love, wonderful friends. I don't know
why I've avoided the obvious when you've been able to see it clearly.
Thank you, I think you have change my life."
Chapter 6: The Date
That afternoon, Alex ceased to exist. On her way home, Alexis stopped at
Bianca's apartment.
"Fuck, you look hot girl! Are you finally accepting yourself?" If Alexis
was expecting a Hallmark moment from her boss, she should have known
better. After telling Bianca about her afternoon with Martine, Bianca
started to yell at her.
"You left after a glass of wine on a balcony overlooking the city and a
life changing decision?! Are you nuts? That woman wants you! Don't fuck
this up. Call her now, ask her for a date."
"But what should I say?" Alexis said in a panic after realizing that she
wanted Martine more than anything. Bianca glared at her like she was a
small child.
"Martine? Hi, would you like to go out, get something to eat?..... When?
How about now?..... Great! I'll be right back! .... Love you too."
Alexis turned to Bianca, "Where should we go? Help!" She begged.
"Take to her to Molly's. Food isn't as good as yours, but It's quiet and
you might as well get used to being a lesbian couple at a lesbian bar.
I'll call Molly and have her hold a table for you, she owes me a favor."
By the time Alexis returned to Martine's building, she was waiting in
the lobby. She had changed her dress to a bright yellow one, a similar
design to Alexis' dress and wore her strappy mules. Martine met Alexis
at the door and wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her tightly
against her own body, then kissed her passionately.
"I was hoping you'd come back," Martine whispered.
"I never should have left," Alexis cried.
Over a lovely, intimate dinner in the small wine bar, they learned more
about each other's lives and goals. They had more in common than most
couples could hope for.
There was of course one area of compatibility they had not yet explored.
But it was now inevitable that they would soon find the answer to that
question.
In the elevator back up to Martine's condo, the two woman already were
exploring each other's body. Hoping the elevator would ascend to the top
floor without being interrupted, Martine had swept aside Alexis'
ponytail and was gently exploring the nape of her neck with her mouth.
By the time she reached Alexis' ear, licking her lobe, the elevator door
opened. Martine reached behind Alexis and unzipped her dress, embraced
her, gently lifted her off her feet and out of the elevator. Moving as
one, lips locked together, they moved towards Martine's condo door.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Martine pulled the blue silk dress
off of Alexis, letting it drop to the floor. Pressing Alexis up against
the wall, Martine reached behind herself, unzipped her own dress and let
it fall around her ankles, then kicked it aside.
Alexis spun Martine around, now pushing her against the wall, forcing
her legs apart, placing her panties tightly against Martine's, pressing
their warm bodies together.
"God, your skin feels amazing," Alexis moaned as she rubbed against
Martine.
"Thirteen years of estrogen will do that," Martine laughed, kissing
Alexis hard, their tongues frantically playing with each other. "Want to
see what else it did?" Without waiting for a response, she unhooked her
bra and discarded it with a flourish.
Too inviting to ignore, Alexis latched onto one nipple and sucked it
into her mouth, feeling it harden with every flick of her tongue.
Martine also sensed something else hardening within the blue panties
grinding against her.
"You know, I haven't shown you my bedroom yet, would you like a tour?"
Martine teased, taking Alexis by the hand. The two women walked hand in
hand, the sound of high heels clicking on the hard wood floor, the
remaining lingerie being discarded along the way to Martine's bed.
Martine pushed Alexis onto the bed, removed her heels and slowing began
nibbling on Alexis' nylon clad toes, watching while Alexis played with
her growing erection. Carefully removing one stocking and then the next,
Martine climbed onto the bed and replaced Alexis' hand with her own,
stroking the cock with affection, coaxing more and more precum out
before savoring it by sliding it into her eager mouth.
After several minutes of expertly performed fellatio, Martine sensed
Alexis' heightened state of arousal and abruptly stopped, "I don't want
you coming yet, I want you to really enjoy the experience fully."
Martine reached over and pulled open a nightstand drawer and removed a
large pink toy and lube. "May I?" She asked.
"Fuck me?" Alexis replied, teasingly. "Yes!"
Martine, no longer having what she once had, pushed one end of the
strapless dildo into her vagina and positioned the other end at the
entrance to Alexis' hole. She applied gentle pressure until it slipped
inside her lover.
"Fuck, I almost had forgotten how good the feels," Alexis screamed as
Martine started to rhythmically penetrate her, stimulating nerves deep
inside her.
"Are you ok?" Martine checked, before driving the toy harder and harder
into Alexis, stimulating her own clit at the same time.
"Martine! I'm coming, I can't hold it," Alexis screamed.
Martine pulled the dildo out from each of them, straddled Alexis and
pushed herself onto Alexis' throbbing cock moments before it exploded
cum into her pussy.
Totally exhausted, both physically and emotionally, they laid there in
bed, together as one. Martine pulled a blanket over their naked bodies
and turned out the lights. They fell asleep, changed forever.
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