Sarah and Anne Outside the Club (4/6,FF,Sexfight) At six-thirty that evening, Sarah was fresh from the shower and examining her wardrobe. She pulled down several dresses from the huge closet in their master bedroom and laid them on the bed. One by one, she held them up in front of her naked body and examined herself in the full-length mirrors. She decided on a dark red Vera Wang. It was made of exquisite layers of silk and was a backless number that had a thin strap around the neck. The bodice separated into two narrow bands that cupped the breasts. The neckline plunged to the navel. The hemline would brush the instep of her feet, which would perch on strappy Liz Claiborne high-heeled sandals. The dress was slit on the left side from hem to hip. Unless Sarah exhibited tight control when walking or sitting, she would be flashing anyone who looked at her. And Sarah would wear nothing under the dress. Franklin, already dressed in his Armani suit, waited patiently downstairs. He checked the weather forecast on television for the fifteenth time. The chances were about even that an ice storm would blanket the area before midnight. Finally, Sarah descended the staircase in her stunning outfit. Franklin had to admire her. She was a blonde vision clothed in elegance. Her narrow-waisted body filled the dress to perfection. Her straight blonde hair was casually set in a windblown style that suited her. She was wearing ruby earrings and a simple gold chain that nestled in her cleavage. The glimpses of her shapely legs and pretty feet were enough to stir his masculinity. The night was cold and overcast, and the chill winds were enough to stiffen Sarah's nipples, but soon they were nestled in the soft leather of the Bentley's front seats. They sped along the streets of the city towards the exclusive neighborhood where Anne Walker and her husband lived. They pulled up to the driveway of a large traditional two-story house. Sarah had never seen it before. She noted idly that it was at least equal in stature to her own house. Financially, most of the women in the club were equals. Once you got past a net worth of ten million, there wasn't much point in counting. Franklin parked by the side entrance and got out of the car. Sarah waited while he came around to open her door. She stepped out, pulling her mink coat around her shoulders. They stepped up the door and Franklin pushed the doorbell. It was Clark who opened the door. He was dressed in a dark-blue Saville Row suit with a traditional striped tie. He said, in a booming voice, "Come on in! It's too cold to be out long. Hello, Franklin, it's good to see you again!" Franklin shook hands with the other man. He stepped to one side, and Sarah came forward. Clark smiled broadly. "Well, my dear, I can see why Franklin just keeps talking about you. How wonderful to finally meet you." Sarah smiled broadly and leaned forward to allow her cheek to be kissed. Like Franklin, Clark was a tall, dark-haired man in his early forties. He had a pleasantly handsome face and a charming manner. She said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I imagine Anne has told you that we know each other slightly." Clark said, "Yes, she said you belong to some of the same clubs. Well, I'm sure this is an opportunity to get better acquainted. Anne should just be a few minutes. Why don't you come to the living room and we'll have ourselves a short one?" Sarah and Franklin followed their host down the hall. The living room was furnished in rich leather and dark polished woods. Clark busied himself about the bar as Sarah and Franklin took seats on the sofa. Sarah heard the quiet tocking sound of high heels on a hardwood floor. She looked at the other entrance to the living room as Anne walked in. Sarah had never seen Anne really dressed up, and she had to admit, the bitch looked good. The petite dark-haired woman was wearing a long Calvin Klein dress made of beaded blue fabric. The top was suspended by spaghetti straps and gathered itself over Anne's round breasts. The bumps of the nipples could be clearly seen. The dress had an empire waist that emphasized the bust line. It descended in folds toward the floor. It had several slits, and one of Anne's bare legs was visible up to mid-thigh. Like Sarah, she wore high-heeled sandals that stressed the fine lines of her calves. Her toes were painted in a lustrous dark red. Diamonds glittered at her ears and throat. Franklin stood up when she came into the room. Clark turned around, and said, "Hello, dear. My, you do look superb." Anne walked over to the couch, extending her hand. She turned her head to her husband, and said, "Oh, thank you, dear. If that's a martini you're mixing, I'd love one." She turned to Franklin and looked up. "It's so wonderful to meet you. I've really been looking forward to this evening." She moved her cheek forward to be kissed as she held Franklin's hand. Sarah stood up, a perfect smile on herself. "Hello there, Anne. You look smashing." Anne turned to Sarah, her smile matching the blonde's. "How kind of you, dear. You look gorgeous in that dress." Both women leaned their cheeks forward and touched them briefly, making slight kissing noises. They were rescued from more small talk when Clark came over with the tray of martinis. Each person took one, and they raised their glasses. Franklin said heartily, "To new friends!" They sipped the chilled and potent drinks. They chattered a bit. Sarah and Anne didn't pay much attention to the conversation, nodding briefly and making non-committal noises. They stole glances at each other's bodies whenever they could and compared themselves point-to-point. The evening had begun. After a few minutes, they laid the empty glasses on the sterling silver tray. Franklin said, "Let's be off, shall we? The weather is a bit risky, and I'd like to get to Odell's for a cocktail before dinner proper." There were nods and sounds of assent. They gathered their coats and wraps, and proceeded off to the Bentley. The chill winds blew outside, in odd counterpoint to the heat, unnoticed by the men, between the two expensively clad and bejeweled women.