Loose Sleuths: Lesbian Adventure Club, #4
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With Holly and Laura as hostesses, absolutely anything could happen, and the crew is preparing for the worst—or the best, depending upon perspective. A weekend of mystery awaits them, but it's the behind-the-scenes ones that prove hardest to solve. Do our amateur sleuths have it in them? Even against the formidable Detective Laura McCallister?
Lesbian Adventure Club, Book 4
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Loose Sleuths - Rosalyn Wraight
Chapter 1
We’ve decided you’re all sexually repressed,
Holly declared as Laura aimed the camcorder at the lot of us, all cramped there on the couch. So we’ve designed our weekend to help you lose your sexual inhibitions.
Whooooooa!
Too frickin’ fast!
Back up!
Be kind: rewind.
Terror struck me when my mother let go of my hand, abandoning me in that crowded kindergarten room—
Jesus, not that far back! Half an hour, not a frickin’ lifetime!
Several minutes ahead of schedule, Claudia skirted the curb in front of Holly and Laura’s house for the monthly meeting of the Lesbian Adventure Club.
Theeeeeere we go!
Holly and Laura lived less than a half-mile outside the city on a short, dead-end country lane. The setting exuded peacefulness, and yet, if you turned an ear, the urban hum sought to contradict. I always chose the deaf-ear approach, letting the peace have its way with me.
Despite the fact that we were early, it quickly became obvious that we were the last to arrive. Near the side of the house, six of them congregated in the midst of a wildly animated conversation. Susan gesticulated as though she was conducting a heavy metal symphony. Maggie shrugged her shoulders as if keeping the beat. Ginny shook her head, and Kris nodded repeatedly. Alison and Janice simply looked downward, offering an occasional upward glance at whoever spoke at the given moment. It was an odd sight, and I found it very difficult to gauge the mood of it. It, too, caused a contradictory hum.
Claudia killed the engine, and we simply stared at them for a few moments. It crossed my mind that maybe Holly and Laura weren’t home, that they were waiting. It occurred to me that it was the completely innocent stuff we did at the start of each meeting: gossiping and rehashing. I even thought that there was an argument between two of them and that everybody else stuck their noses in where they didn’t belong. It was hard to guess. It could have been anything.
Finally, curiosity got the better of us, and we made our way to the group.
As soon as we neared them, tension became palpable, and my theories spontaneously fizzled. In reality, or at least some semblance of it, they were downright scared to head to the front door, to surrender to the mercy of our hostesses. Trusting Holly and Laura, the indisputable scoundrels of the group, apparently required a conference.
What’s up, you guys?
Claudia bravely asked, her expression swirling a mix of curiosity and caution.
Susan’s terrified. Maggie’s a big chicken. Alison and Janice are getting sucked in. And Kris—well, Kris is Kris,
Ginny said in a tone not unlike a weather report.
Susan indeed looked terrified. She spouted, I know Laura’s still pissed off about last time, about us scaring the crap out of Holly. She’s going to pay us back. I know she is.
She started laughing, but it was the nervous kind.
Kris dared, Weren’t you the silly one who said, ‘Dykes who dare had better prepare to accept the consequences’?
Well, it’s easy to say things when you’re on the hosting end,
she defended. When you end up back in the ranks, it’s a whole different story—especially with them in charge.
Claudia shook her head in frustration. All I really want to know is where they get off telling me what color panties I have to wear. Are they going to check at the door? Does anybody know?
To me, those were good questions, but ones that no one could answer ... probably because no one really wanted to ponder the possibilities.
Regardless, we compared notes and soon learned that each individual got the mysterious delivery, two days prior, of a large envelope marked, For Your Eyes Only.
It contained information we were told to keep private, even from our partners. We also got a stack of play money, three hundred one-dollar bills to be exact, with DWD
printed in the middle; apparently there weren’t many lesbian presidents from which to choose. Further, they told us what color sweatpants (pockets required) and undies (no pockets required) to wear, and then they provided a list of colors that had to be represented with another article of clothing. I scrutinized everyone standing there, and sure enough, we all sported mismatched shoes and socks, different colored sweatpants, and shirts that didn’t quite go with the whole ensemble. We looked like a bunch of two-year-olds, allowed to dress ourselves for the first time. They had already messed with us, and we had yet to begin the meeting. When I looked at it that way, I could better understand why fear engulfed Susan.
Maybe we should just trust them,
Kris dared, and all eyes pummeled her like fists. Well, we trusted Maggie and Susan, didn’t we? We somehow survived that ordeal.
Yeah, but think about Holly and Laura,
Janice swiftly reminded with wide eyes. Evil and Evil-er. Plus, they just pulled it off on their own. No script. No nothing. It just seems to come natural to them.
We all started laughing. We, admittedly, had good cause to worry.
Crap!
Alison suddenly yelled. Don’t look now, but they’re in the front window watching us.
Whoever thought of that directive, don’t look now,
was an absolute moron. It instinctively made people do the opposite. In a heartbeat, every face turned to the window. Evil and Evil-er just stood there smirking at us.
Well, this is stupid,
Claudia reasoned. They’re already taking pleasure in our misery. Let’s just be brave and go for it. We can hold our own. We always have.
As a cohesive group, we ambled to the front door. Suddenly, it opened, and Laura stood there grinning, arm extended, palm up. There’s a one-dollar cover charge, ladies,
she said, already enjoying herself far too much. Hand over a DWD buck if you care—or dare—to come in.
We each slapped her with a fake dollar bill and a dirty look as we passed to enter the house.
On the other side, however, a different story unfolded. Holly excitedly greeted everyone with a hug and a kiss. She seemed genuinely happy to see us, and consequently, the mood lightened substantially. Even Laura ended up doing a round of hugs. These were the women I knew. This was why we put ourselves through this each month. When we weren’t terrified or pissed, it felt good.
Just as good spirits overtook us, Laura gestured toward the island in the kitchen. Goodies and beverages, ladies.
We eagerly headed in that direction only to find little placards in front of each item: $1. Simultaneously all jaws dropped. Never in my life had I gone to a friend’s house to be billed for a frickin’ cup of coffee.
You’re charging us? This beats it all,
Ginny railed.
At least it’s play money,
Alison countered.
Laura smiled deviously. It may be play money, but I assure you, by day’s end, it’ll be more valuable than anything you could put in the bank.
She looked to Kris and Ginny. Where is our beloved big-boobed bimbo babe anyway? Did you remember to bring her?
Kris handed her a department store shopping bag, and Laura immediately removed the torrid trophy and set her on the island, giving her a mighty flick so she did her sluttish jiggle for us.
Well, at least we know you won’t be winning this one, Laura, since you two are in charge,
Claudia teased. But here’s a little prize for you so you don’t feel too bad.
She reached in her sweatpants’ pocket, retrieved the red disposable lighter she confiscated from her last time, and tossed it.
Laura caught it, laughed, and then sneered, And what makes you think we didn’t set it up so we have a chance to win? We can win. Trust me: We can win. We will probably win.
She grabbed a jar from the island and held it high. Then, she took the money she collected at the door and shoved it in. Everything will cost you this weekend. If there’s more in our jar than any of you have left, we win. Pretty simple.
Holly quickly interceded, although she did so with a tremendous giggle. Come on, you guys. Chill! It’ll be fun,
she coaxed and then gave both Laura and Claudia a swat on the arm. Babe, they won’t want to stay if you badger them from the get-go.
Susan blurted, Maybe if you just tell us what you’ve got planned, we wouldn’t be so defensive! Just get it over with!
I agree one hundred percent,
Maggie affirmed.
Laura swiftly approached Maggie and Susan and put her arms around their shoulders. Oh, are you two worried that I’m going to pay you back for scaring my little woman?
Like a winch, she squeezed them in tightly. "Would I be that petty? Would I even think to exact revenge for how you turned that gorgeous face into one of terror? Avenge Holly? Me?" She had them in headlocks now.
Ginny yelled, Laura, your Jack-ness is showing!
It was indeed showing, garishly, but at the same time, the three of them were laughing hysterically. I just knew I would not want to be either of them.
Abruptly, Laura let go and turned to face them. You’re right. I would avenge, and I will avenge.
She planted a kiss on their foreheads. But only when you least expect it.
She laughed and then scooted quickly to Holly. She pulled her near and lifted her off the ground. "I love you, hon. I won’t let anyone hurt you." She gave her a quick kiss and then stared at Susan and Maggie with a maniacal grin.
Oh yeah, they were in trouble. We were all in trouble.
Laura gently set Holly down and announced, And now, I will behave. Welcome to our home. Let’s have some fun.
She smiled and set out to pour coffee.
We cautiously joined her. When it seemed certain that some phantom Thorazine had stabilized her, we relaxed and unreservedly enjoyed pre-meeting obnoxiousness. Weirdly, no one made jokes about what had happened last time. I think we fathomed that none of us, the Ladies of the Flies, was innocent. I was grateful and suddenly amenable to paying for coffee and even springing for a cup of Earl Grey for Claudia.
After a pleasurable passage of time, Laura and Holly herded us into the living room. At first we were very agreeable, but much less so when they started rearranging us like furniture. Eventually, Ginny, Susan, Claudia, and Alison were aligned on the couch, with respective partners seated on the floor in front of them. Then, Laura brought in two stools and put them near the wall opposite the couch. Holly entered just seconds later. After she handed a camcorder to Laura, they both sat down and whispered very seriously to each other.
As sitting ducks, we remained speechless—or honkless, maybe—and tried to figure out what the hell they were up to.
Holly scrawled on her pad of paper, and then their heads looked to us. They were smiling but not gloating or overly-anticipating. It was business.
As I’m sure you’re all well aware,
Laura began, this is our weekend. We tried to plan something that would be both entertaining and challenging. We don’t think you’ll be disappointed ... as long as you put your fears and mistrust aside.
She smiled and then fumbled with the camcorder. She raised it at us.
They both looked at the viewfinder, and then a few hand gestures indicated that we needed to get even cozier on the couch. When cozy became crammed, she said, Ladies in the back, lean forward and hold your partner’s hands.
Suspiciously, we did so. Claudia’s hands