If you like Piņa Coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me and escape.

The chorus wouldn't leave Emily's mind as she sat at a booth in the bar waiting. In fact, the blonde hummed the lyrics under her breath as she took a sip of her frozen white beverage named in the song. She was anxious yet excited about this moment. The last several weeks had led her up to this point in time, and her stomach churned in anticipation.

This native New Yorker had been out with friends not too long before, lamenting over dinner one night how she could not find a suitable woman to fit her lifestyle. She was a cute girl, blonde with blue eyes and a personality that drew people in when she spoke, but her job kept her busy with travel and long office hours, and she hardly had time for a serious girlfriend. Nevertheless, she longed for a special woman with whom to spend time, which is what prompted her friends to dare her to submit the personal ad in the first place.

After much consideration, she felt the poetic lines of Rupert Holmes summed up her interests rather succinctly, and her friends approved of the choice. Armed with what she thought was a clever ad, she allowed her friends to place it in the New York Blade for her. The response was almost instantaneous. She was flooded with replies from women all over the state of New York seeking a date. However, there was only one that truly piqued her interest in return.

Emily remembered logging into the email account she had been provided to pick up her personal messages and seeing the reply. It intrigued her immensely as the email contained several lines of the same song, changed only slightly to fit the moment, and it was signed not by a woman's name but the moniker Texas Tornado.

Yes, I like Piņa Coladas and getting caught in the rain.
I'm not much into health food. I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you, not tomorrow but soon and cut through all this red tape
At a bar of your choosing where we'll plan our escape.

If you like Piņa Coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
You're the lady that I've looked for, come with me and escape.

The short, poignant message made Emily's heart titter. She's witty enough to rewrite some of the verses but confident enough to let the song speak for itself, she mused. This was the woman she wanted to meet. The simple reply made her believe that this woman had enough humor to carry them through at least one meal together, so she replied to Texas Tornado's email. And so it began. The women began to converse via email daily trying to find out a little more about each other. Texas Tornado's real name was Erin, and she lived in Texas but traveled to New York City on business often. She had been reading the preeminent gay paper while she had been in town and seen the ad, and she was interested in meeting Emily the next time she came to the city. The blonde was somewhat disappointed that the woman who she took interest in was not from New York, but she figured she wasn't having success with the women of the Big Apple and that maybe Erin was just what she needed.

Over the next several weeks, the two corresponded, their exchanges moving from friendly to flirtatious the closer Erin's next date to New York approached. However, Emily constantly reminded herself that she had never met this woman and had no idea what awaited. To have any expectations would probably only leave her disappointed. Besides, emailing this Erin only reminded her of another Texas Erin, Erin Mahoney, a woman she had worked with many times over the last few years. Their personalities seemed similar in email form, only reminding her more of the gorgeous brunette. Her company handled the financial affairs of the bar Erin owned down outside of Dallas, as well as the Mahoney family's personal finances. Their accounts had been at the firm for generations, and from the moment Emily had met her, she had been in lust. She secretly fantasized about Erin Mahoney all the time, especially after having gone down to Texas herself for a meeting and seeing the dark-haired goddess in her natural habitat.

Emily sighed as she came back to the moment. She had to force Erin Mahoney from her mind if she was ever going to have a chance with this new Erin that should have been arriving at any moment. The blonde checked her watch. It was five minutes after their agreed meeting time. Nervously Emily twirled the tiger lily she had brought in with her. That was how they had agreed to meet each other, with each of them giving the other their favorite flower. Erin's was tiger lilies and Emily's pink roses.

Trying not to let it get to her that her date was late, her mind drifted to her work schedule the following day. A smile came to her lips as she recalled Erin Mahoney's name appearing on her calendar. The former Miss Texas was supposed to come to her office the next afternoon for business. It always amused Emily that Erin at one time held that title. It didn't suit the Erin she knew at all. Erin Mahoney had gone from beauty pageant winner to butch cowboy in only a decade of years, and the blonde had always been bewildered by that transformation and the gossip of how she was dethroned by scandal. She remembered seeing a photograph of Erin in her crown, and she hardly recognized her in the dress and tiara. She was still every bit as sexy, but Emily hadn't found the beauty queen nearly as attractive as she did the charming cowboy who wore faded Levi's jeans, boots, and Texas A&M t-shirts to work in her corporate office.

Emily checked her watch again. Now her date was ten minutes late. I'm being stood up, she thought to herself. She could feel the disappointment creeping into her heart. However, she didn't want to give up just yet. After all, Erin had said she was flying in that afternoon, and maybe her flight was delayed. Pulling her Blackberry from her purse, she noted that she didn't have any emails. Nevertheless, she refused to give up on her date so soon and continued to wait. Deciding not to sit idle, though, she pulled work from her briefcase and quickly lost herself in it.

She didn't even bother to look at her watch again or look up until a Piņa Colada was placed on the table next to her. "Um, I didn't order this," she mentioned, looking up at the server who had brought it to her. However, her heart hammered at the sight of the 1,000 watt smile and dark eyes that greeted her. Confused though, she said, "Erin, what a surprise. What are you doing here?" Her eyes drifted to Erin's hands and saw the pink rose she held. "You? You're Texas Tornado?"

The tall brunette nodded her head. "Sorry I'm late. We ran into some bad weather on the flight up," she mentioned.

"It's you?" Emily questioned again, not actually believing fate would do this to her. The Erin she had been conversing with online and the Erin of her fantasies were the same? It was almost impossible to imagine. Could that smile be any brighter? Man, does she look hot.

"You don't sound pleased. I'm equally surprised that I'm standing here looking at you, Em. I had no idea. What are the chances of this happening? Of all the women in New York, I get stuck on a blind date with one I work with? One that I consider a friend. That's not quite what I had in mind."

Emily nodded her head in agreement and sighed, her heart shattered at the prospect standing in front of her. Even though Erin Mahoney was the sexiest woman she had ever known, she knew the woman's reputation. Relationships were not part of Erin's dating life. She had surmised that much from the gossip mills in New York and Dallas. Why does she have to be so beautiful and a complete bitch to women she dates? "Well, sorry to disappoint you. You might as well sit down. We can at least talk business."

Erin took a seat in the booth across from Emily. Extending the rose across the table, she said, "Don't get me wrong, Emily. If we didn't have a professional relationship, I would have been happy at this turn of events. You are, after all, quite attractive. I've always thought so. I just try to stay away from women that work for me. Sometimes it works. Most of the time it doesn't." She gave a smile at her own joke.

Figures but maybe I have an out here. "Well, technically we don't work together. I am the executive on your account at our firm, but you don't pay my salary or anything."

"That's true, but I think you know me well enough to know what a dog I really am when it comes to women."

Before Emily could comment, their server came up to them and asked if what Erin wanted to drink. The Texan ordered a scotch on the rocks before turning back to the pretty blonde in front of her. "What? No Piņa Colada for you?"

"No. I hate those," she answered with a snarl of disgust. "Just because you have bad taste in beverages doesn't mean I have to," she said with a chuckle.

"Your reply to my ad said you liked them. You lied?"

"Yes. I hate coconuts. They are only good for one thing."

"And what might that be?"

Erin shot her a lopsided grin. "Coconuts should only be worn as a bra to hold a set bodacious tatas. I bet you'd look great in one."

Emily felt her face grow hot at the comment. "Erin Mahoney!" she chastised. My God, is she flirting with me? Did she just say what I think she did? Did she just compliment my breasts?

"What? What did I say?" innocently the brunette questioned as the server put down her drink and left them alone. The glare she received from her date made it obvious. "Oh, I see. You are pretending to be offended, even though I just complimented your rack. I suppose you don't like the word tatas. Is that it?"

There was a pause. Emily didn't answer. Can she read me that easily? Does she really know I'm not offended? Most women would be.

"Let me try to guess the word you might think is more appropriate to describe them," Erin proposed, finishing a cube of ice from her drink. She sucked on it for a moment, running the tip of her tongue over the edges. "Tits? No, you're not a tits girl. Hooters? That doesn't fit, even though I'd love to see what you looked like in that uniform. I know tatas is out. Rack? You could be a rack girl, but somehow that doesn't suit you. You're more sophisticated than that. Boobs is too plain. Bosoms? I hate that word, too Victorian sounding. What about breasts, sensual yet classic. That sounds more like you. So which is it?"

"Huh?" Emily managed to ask. Her gaze had been so focused on Erin's mouth sucking her ice cube that she had lost track of the conversation. Oh, the things she can do with her tongue. Take me now, please. Erin just smiled at her company. You arrogant bitch. You know, don't you? You know exactly what you are doing to me. But, God, I want you anyway.

"How do I best compliment your assets, Em? Maybe the best way is not to say anything at all and just buy you a coconut shell bra for Christmas this year instead of whatever my admin normally buys you."

Emily laughed as she found her bearings again. "Oh, I don't know. Last year you gave me great seats to a Broadway show. It might be hard to beat that. I'm not sure a coconut shell bra is going to do it."

"Then maybe I should throw in a lei too?" she questioned, her voice dropping to an even sexier timbre.

Oh God. The double entendre made the blood in her body shoot in a decidedly southern direction. Knowing she wasn't going to make it through drinks if they continued down their path of conversation out of fear of implosion, the blonde tried to redirect them. "So tell me? Was there anything in your first response to my ad that was true? The Piņa Colada weren't. What else were you lying about?"

"Well, you know I don't like health food. I'm a red meat girl, so that's obviously true. I do like champagne sometimes. Hard liquor is better, though."

"Is that all?"

Erin shook her head. "There is one more thing." Raising an eyebrow and shooting a brilliant smile she confessed, "I do like making love at midnight and would do it outside if there was a cape around here."

"I bet you would," Emily responded as their server came back and asked if they needed anything else.

Erin declined for them and asked for their tab. Once paying it, she led them out to catch a taxi to take them to dinner. After giving the address of the restaurant, she said, "By the way, I'm a bad date. I forgot to compliment your outfit. You do look fantastic."

"Thanks. You look good too." Emily had come straight from work that evening and was still in a navy business suit and heels. The skirt was conservatively cut to knee-length, but when she noticed Erin's eyes linger on her legs longer than what would have been a glance, she maneuvered herself so that her skirt rode high enough to expose some thigh. Contrary to the blonde's professional attire, Erin was dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a pressed white shirt. She wore a long, black leather coat that only accentuated her tall height and kept her warm in the autumn air.

Once they were at their restaurant and had ordered, Emily picked up the dialogue from the bar again. "May I ask you why you decided to answer my ad?"

"Does it really matter? I didn't know it was you."

"I was just curious."

Erin shrugged her shoulders. "I shouldn't tell you. I don't want to offend you since you are my date for the evening. I would hate to come across as too presumptuous."

"You presumptuous?" the short blonde teased. "Never. Come on. Tell me."

"All right. Don't say I didn't warn you, though. I answered the ad, because I wanted to get laid next time I was up here."

You really are a dog. "And just what made you think you could get laid by answering a personal ad?"

"Simple. Your ad was quite clear. You were looking for a good time without serious commitment. Hell, half of New York should have been on that one. As for me, I thought my answer was just as clear. I wanted to have a good time without strings."

"And that means sex how?" Erin just stared at her for a moment as if the answer was obvious. Right. Of course. How stupid of me. What woman wouldn't want to be fucked by her? And she knows that's why. Arrogant ass... beautiful arrogant ass. "But you had no idea what I even looked like. What if you had thought I was ugly?"

"I don't."

"But what if you had?"

"Do you not think less attractive women should get laid? They all look the same in the dark," she said.

It took Emily a moment to realize Erin was kidding. She played along. "Oh, I see. You're an equal opportunity fucker. Who knew Miss Texas was so gracious?"

"Graciousness has nothing to do with it. It's called drunk. I was going to get laid no matter who that woman was that greeted me, and I didn't care if I had to drink a whole bottle of scotch first. However, in a sardonic twist of fate, I get to have a date with the most attractive blonde that I know in New York without a snowball's chance in hell of fucking her."

If you only knew. A momentary lull in conversation happened as their first course was brought to the table. However, Emily decided to ask something she had always wanted to know about more. "Could I ask you a personal question?"

"Of course. What do you want to know?"

"I've always been curious how the woman in front of me was Miss Texas at one time. You don't dress the part, and you don't act like one. How did the transformation happen?"

Erin gave a smile. "Well, it's simple really. Back then I was living the life my mama thought I should lead. She was a Miss Texas herself at one time before she met my daddy. She used to drag me to competitions all the time when I was little, and I won them. I thought that's what I was supposed to be doing. I didn't really know any differently until I became a teenager, and that's when it happened. The onslaught of puberty blind-sided me, and I realized I wasn't like the other girls in the competitions. I was much like the womanizer I am today. I wanted to fuck everything in a skirt, and I did. My mama was less than pleased, but daddy didn't care. I continued to live the pageant life, because it was the only life I had known, but then when I was 21 and a senior at A&M, life started to spin out of control. I won the Miss Texas pageant only to have my crown and title stripped two months later because of a scandal involving Miss San Antonio and me. It should have been the most embarrassing moment of my life, but it wasn't. It was really a blessing. I stopped living for other people and start living for myself. Now ten years later what you see is what you get."

"Why did they take your title or is that too personal to discuss?"

"No, it's not too personal. They took my title because I was caught having sex with Miss San Antonio. During the competition we had become friends and on the night I won, we ended up drunk with some of the other contestants. We started making out at the party and snuck off to have a little privacy. We were so wrapped up in each other that we didn't hear Miss El Paso stumble upon us until she started to freak out. There was a huge investigation and everything, but I was caught red-handed, and they don't like lesbians in their association, so they dethroned me. Miss Austin took my place at the Miss America pageant as Miss Texas, and I haven't looked back. Truly it was the best thing that could have happened to me."

"So, do you ever think you'll settle down, or are you going to be a confirmed bachelor forever?"

"I'm pretty happy with my life as it is. I mean, I'm thirty-one years old. I work hard and play hard. I'm not sure being in a committed relationship would be in my best interest. They take time, and I don't have a lot of time. I travel a lot for work all over the South, and I come up here to New York once every few months. When I am at home, I'm usually working long hours. I take a hands-on approach to my company. I don't ask my employees to do something I'm not willing to do myself. I'll be out on the oil rigs in the Gulf or the field right along with them most of the time."

"How long has your family been in the oil industry?"

"Practically forever. My great, great granddaddy started when they came over from Ireland in the late 1880s. Now it's the empire you know today, but it took work. The company has been passed from father to son for generations and will continue to do so long into the future, even though it's one of the largest domestic oil companies in the country. My brother will be CEO some day when my father retires, even though I think he'd rather have me sit in that seat."

"If he wants you there, why doesn't he just give you the job?"

"Because it's my brother's birthright, even though he's crazier than I am."

"Is that why you started your own company?"

"Pretty much. It was sort of my way of telling them all the screw themselves. However, now I have contracts with some of the largest suppliers in the U.S., one of which is my family's company. I also have expanded into natural gas instead of just oil. I still have my job with my family's company, as you know, as Vice President of Operations, and I'll probably keep it indefinitely or until the Board of Directors decides I'm ready to sit with them. My daddy wants me on the Board when my brother takes over, at least that's what he says. We'll see." Erin paused to take a sip of her wine. "Enough about me, though. Let's talk about you for awhile."

"What do you want to know?"

"How did you come to join Johnston Brown?"

"Well, there's nothing special to that story. I graduated law school and needed a job. I've always lived in New York City and wanted to return after graduation, so my parents let me have their apartment they have been subletting for the last several decades free of charge, and I started looking for work. There are a ton of law firms here, so I thought it wouldn't be difficult. However, a recruiter called me from Johnston Brown. At first I wasn't really interested, because it was an accounting and investment firm. I agreed to interview, though, because I just wanted to see what was out there, and I fell in love with it. It feels like a family to me. The people are great, and they really know what they are doing. Chuck Johnston and Peter Brown are great people. I'm perfectly content there. I'm not sure I'd ever want to leave."

"Chuck is a great guy. I'm sure he treats his employees well. I don't know Peter as well, but he seems fair and competent."

"They both are wonderful. Chuck treats me like a granddaughter. He's even joked he'd like to see me married off to one of his granddaughter's, because he has several my age. He just wants to see me happy and successful."

"How long have you been there?"

"It's been five years now. I started as just a tax attorney and have made my way to Associate General Counsel. I don't deal directly with clients much anymore and focus on more complex issues of the firm."

"But you still make time for me? Don't I feel special?" Erin said with a grin.

If you only knew why I asked Chuck to let me keep your account, Emily thought. "The Mahoney accounts are important to Chuck. He and your grandfather are great friends from what I hear."

"That's true. They are, but our relationship with the Johnstons goes back a generation more than that. I remember when Johnston Brown was still a family-owned business itself."

"It still is to some extent. Chuck likes to make it feel that way. Granted there are several hundred employees now, but it still feels close-knit."

"As long as you like it, that's what matters. I've been pleased with all that you have done for my family and me personally over the years. I'm glad to know they are treating you well."

As the main course of dinner arrived, they down-graded into some small talk. "Could I ask you how you came about the nickname Texas Tornado?"

"Oh, I earned that one. The girls back home call me that, because I can shake a woman up so badly she doesn't know whether she's coming or going with me. I leave a whirlwind of destruction wherever I go."

"You make it sound like that's a bad thing. Some women like that."

"I know. They gave it to me with affection. It's still true nevertheless."

The blonde shook her head. "Well, I'll have you know that's not what the women up here call you."

Erin quirked her brow in interest. "Really? And tell me, just what do you, Yankees, call me?"

"Something much more amusing."

"Which is?" Erin pressed.

Emily grinned at her company. "Super Dyke." Erin gave a hearty laugh. God, what a beautiful laugh.

"Super Dyke? And who exactly gave me that name?"

"I don't know really. I've just heard it when I've been out. You are the rage among professional lesbians between 25 and 45, that's for sure. At least that's they way I hear it from some of my friends you've actually bedded. They all think you're so charming, not to mention gorgeous. You're this larger-than-life novelty. Personally I think the name suits you."

"Makes me sound like a super hero. You and I both know super villain is more accurate."

"I disagree. You just try to be bad. It's part of your appeal. You are a cowboy at heart, which means you break hearts wherever you go, but women can't help but still fall for you. Every woman wants a chance at domesticating the seemingly untamable Super Dyke. Being a notch on your bedpost is seen as a badge of courage to even take the chance. Of course women around here really get up in arms if you sleep with the same person more than once. They seem to take it as some sort of prize that they have interested you in coming back for more. Oh, the false hope you give them in their useless pursuit."

"I have always tried to make my intentions clear. I don't lead women on. I tell them up front that it isn't going to happen. I always try to explain that there will never been anything more between us other than a romp in the sheets, but they never say no."

Why would they? Emily nodded her head. "I've never heard anyone complain that you deceived them. It is as much of a game to them as it is to you."

Erin gave a nod herself. "Well, as long as you know the truth. I wouldn't want you to think I screw with women's heads, because I don't."

"I know."

"What about you, Em?"

"What about me?"

"Do you make the rounds in the lesbian pool here?"

The blonde shrugged. "I have been known to get around, but I seriously doubt we've ever been with the same people if that's what you're wondering. I've seen some of the women you've been with, and they are not my type."

"Why not? They are all attractive and successful."

"I know that, but I don't date women who are that much like me. I won't date a woman who wears a skirt. That's too femme for me."

"Oh, I see. I guess it's a good thing I stopped wearing dresses then, huh?" The brunette asked with a chuckle.

You better believe it. "I prefer you in jeans. It fits your personality better than formal gowns."

Erin nodded in agreement. "So, are you content with being single, or do you want to settle down?"

"I find myself in a similar boat to you. I work a lot. I travel on the company's behalf. For the most part, I just want to go out and have fun. If I were to meet someone who understood my situation and could work with it, I wouldn't mind being in a committed relationship, but for now the casual dating scene is just fine for me."

"Well, you certainly are beautiful enough to have whoever you want. You shouldn't have problems getting dates," Erin complimented.

Except with you. What does it take to get in your bed? Having the decency to blush, Emily decided to push the issue with her date. She was usually bold when it came to women, but Erin Mahoney always left her unable to use her usually clever repartee. "Are you flirting with me again, Super Dyke?"

Erin laughed. "Maybe I am. After all, who could resist such a wonderful woman? You are enchanting and stunning. I'd be a fool to pass up an opportunity to bed you. Too bad for me that we have a professional relationship."

Emily choked on the wine she had in her mouth at the comment. She hadn't expected the oil heiress to be so audacious. You beautiful bitch. You're playing with me. Very well. Two can play this game. What do I have to lose? "You would be a fool," she simply answered. "You are not the only one with the talented tongue, Ms. Mahoney." Emily was met with silence at her declaration, but she saw the thoughts play across Erin's face.

Finally the tall brunette said, "Ms. Parker, I'm not sure we should be playing this game. I wouldn't want there to be any misconceptions between us." Blue eyes just stared at Erin with an unreadable expression.

However, then Emily responded, "Don't flatter yourself, Erin. What makes you think I'd fall prey to the allure of trying to subdue the rowdiest woman in Texas? I know when to leave well enough alone. You're more alluring with the appearance of freedom. It wouldn't be quite the same if you were so stable. Who wants that? Not me. I just want to have fun, just like you. We're the same, Erin. Don't you get that?" The expression she received to her proclamation made it clear Erin did in fact understand. Gotcha. You're just like the rest. You didn't want me when you thought there would be baggage. Can I really do this? I don't want just a one-night stand, but I'd rather have that than nothing.

The rest of the meal passed with an obvious sexual tension, but Emily felt more in control as she stared at her date. She had found Erin's weakness. She didn't know what to do with women who gave as good as she did. Most women wanted to claim her, which often sent her running, but Emily tried to present herself as blithe in love as Erin, which she could tell truly intrigued the beauty queen.

When the bill arrived from their dinner, Emily offered to pay, but Erin declined. She checked her watch after handing her credit card to their server as said, "It's still fairly early. I know you have to work tomorrow, but I'm not ready to call it a night if you aren't."

"Not at all. What did you have in mind?"

"I want to take you somewhere, but you would need to change clothes first."

"Okay. My place isn't too far from here. I'm up for whatever."

"Great. You'll love this."

After leaving the restaurant, they took a cab to Emily's apartment. Erin stayed in the living room while the blonde rushed upstairs to change clothes. She returned not too long after dressed in a similar outfit as Erin's, jeans, stylish boots, and casual blue blouse with a silk scarf around her neck. "So, where are we going?"

"A little place I own. You'll see."

Twenty minutes later they found themselves in front of a nondescript three-story building with the exception of a neon sign that pronounced they were at Venus. Emily could hear music pouring into the street when the door opened, so Erin grabbed her hand and escorted her inside. The place was packed with so many people they could barely move through the crowd. It was obvious all the employees knew Erin as they shouted over the music and waved at her. The brunette did the same but kept working her way through the sea of people.

Emily took in the decor. Large rainbow flags hung from the ceiling and photographs of famous lesbians hung behind the bar, even one of her hostess in her tiara. Women and a few men were assembled on the first-floor dance floor, gyrating to the retro music the DJ was spinning. Looking upward again, the blonde noticed the second floor had couples dancing at the overlook of the dance floor while other people played pool, but the third floor balcony was empty.

Erin took them up to the third floor and into an office. "Sorry. I just have to look at something quickly."

"You own this place?' Emily asked as Erin took a seat at the desk.

"Yeah. You like it?"

"It's fantastic. How come you never mentioned it before?"

"I just opened it a few weeks ago. This was actually I was going to discuss with you tomorrow at your office in addition to our usual stuff. For now though, I just want you to enjoy it. Our launch party was a success, and business has been great since. I think it has to do with the fact that I play retro on Friday nights. People seem to really get into it. All right. I'm finished here. You want to dance?"

"Yeah. Of course."

"Great. Let's go," she said, taking Emily by the hand.

Together the duo made their way back down to the large dance floor. Finding a spot for the two of them, Erin pulled Emily to her. The blonde went along willingly and soon found herself body to body with her fantasy.

Jesus, she feels good. How am I going to make it through this without just jumping her? This only makes me want you more, Erin. If you can do this with your hips while dancing, what can you do in the sack? Emily felt Erin's hands roaming her back as they ground into each other. They started out at a leisurely pace but began to move with increasing speed, slipping lower and lower until the blonde felt them in the back pockets of her jeans. Feeling the brunette's breath against her temple as they danced, Emily knew she couldn't stand it any longer. She had to have this woman. Gathering her courage to take things further, she encircled Erin's neck with her arms. You can do this, Emily. All you have to do is make the first move. God, what if she rebuffs me? She wouldn't. She's intrigued, isn't she? Doesn't she want this, too? What if she doesn't? Oh God. Her hands feel so good, Emily thought as she felt fingers digging into her flesh through her jeans. No, she wants this. All I have to do is open the door, and she'll walk through it. The short woman took a deep breath before slipping her hands into dark hair and pulling Erin's head down toward hers. The moment demanded she kiss her date with urgency, so she hungrily captured Erin's lips with her own. She felt the growl reverberate in the Texan's chest against her own as their tongues met in a hot exchange. Large hands cupped her fair head, fingers threading through the long blonde hair. My God. I'm going to faint. Emily felt her knees starting to loose their ability to hold her weight, but she was held tightly against a strong body. Erin finally broke their heated kiss. Dark eyes flashed wantonly, and the cocky smile made Emily's desire grow. You know you have me, don't you? Damn, I don't even care anymore. Just take me home.

"You want a drink?" Erin asked.

"Sure."

They moved to the bar and were immediately seen to by the bartender. Then Erin excused herself, saying she wanted to talk to the DJ for a moment. Emily watched her go. As promised Erin didn't stay away long. When she came back to the bar, she slid onto a stool and just smiled as she gulped her scotch on the rocks without even flinching. Both women watched the floor for a few minutes before the music slowed into a song that made Emily smile. "Come on. They're playing our song," Erin said, taking her date by the hand and moving back to the floor as the song about straying spouses rekindling their love at a bar over piņa coladas rang out over the speakers. Their eyes stayed locked through the entire song as they moved to the song.

Come on, Emily. When this song is over, ask her to take you home. You know you want this. Why delay it? But how? You have to say something witty. But what? Damn, the things this woman does to me. I'm getting wet just thinking about her touching me. All too soon the song faded into a faster beat, and the moment was over. Not giving herself a chance to think too much, Emily made a move to kiss Erin once again. It left them both breathless. Nipping the brunette's ear, Emily demanded, "Take me home and fuck me, Super Dyke."

Unable to contrive any comeback, Erin simply nodded her head and answered, "Yes, ma'am."

This time it was Emily that led them through the crowd back out onto the street. She hailed a cab and shoved her date into the back of it. Rattling her address to the driver, she turned focused blue eyes on Erin. The brunette was breathing erratically as their mouths came together again. Emily could feel herself losing her control of the situation as hands found their way into her blouse. She whimpered as a dark head dipped into the crook of her neck. She clung tighter to Erin's back as she was pressed against the corner of back seat and door. Her eyes noticed the driver staring at them through his rearview mirror. The blonde growled at him as her boot-clad heel slammed up against the fiberglass that divided them. "Turn around and drive," she barked.

She felt Erin laugh against her neck. "What a forceful bitch you are," she joked. Turning her head over her shoulder, she commented to the driver, "Best do as the lady says, so I don't have to open a can of whoop ass on you."

Neither woman really registered any other part of the ride until the driver declared their arrival. Erin fumbled through her wallet for money as Emily exited the vehicle. The blonde didn't even bother to button her blouse, creating an erotic image, standing on the busy street seemingly oblivious to the fact that men and women were staring at her exposed black bra and abundant endowment. Erin could feel her pulse race even harder as she stepped out of the cab into her date's space once again. She had always secretly wanted Emily Parker, but she felt it best never to try for the sake of their professional relationship. However, just then the resplendent blonde looked like a fantasy. Even though her blouse was still tucked into her jeans, the buttons were open all the way to her waist, but it was her confidence to carry off the look that aroused Erin the most. Emily didn't look like she had a care in the world. She seemed proud of her disheveled appearance, knowing it only made her more alluring. Blue eyes beckoned Erin, who slammed the taxi door. Immediately arms found her neck again and pulled Erin in for another scorching kiss.

The Texan clutched at Emily's body, lifting her legs and wrapping them around her waist. Their lips didn't break contact as she moved them toward the door of Emily's building. The doorman opened the door for them, but neither even acknowledged it. Moving through the lobby, they ignored their audience of the concierge and neighbors. In the elevator, Erin had to break their lip contact to press the right button to Emily's floor, but the attorney took the opportunity to attach her mouth to Erin's neck.

"Jesus, Em," the tall woman moaned. She was completely unprepared for how out of control she felt with Emily Parker. It unnerved her that she didn't feel as in command of her desires as she usually did, but the smaller woman felt incredible, just as she imagined she would. Hands groped her body through her pressed shirt, yanking it from her jeans. Nails scraped up her back as hips rocked into her stomach. Erin knew she had to regain the upper hand before Emily took them too far off her course. Pulling the blonde head away from her neck, Erin looked into blue eyes. Pink lips were parted, and Emily looked utterly wild. "God, you're beautiful," unexpectedly Erin whispered.

What? What is that look? Emily was taken completely aback at the statement, but her confusion was lost as Erin took action again, attacking her cleavage with her mouth. Erin, God, you feel good. When the elevator chimed alerting them to their destination, Erin walked them down to Emily's door.

"Keys," she requested.

Emily tried to focus as she dug into her purse for her house keys as Erin continued to kiss her. Pulling them out with shaky hands, she placed them in the expectant hand. With strength and finesse, the strong brunette managed to unlock the door while balancing Emily against the wall. Walking them inside, she repeated the process as she relocked it.

"Where's your bedroom?" Erin inquired, already starting to release her date from her clothing. She took the purse from Emily's shoulder and dropped it on the floor before her right hand went to the belt the blonde was wearing.

"Upstairs." Emily's hands began to free Erin from the confines of her clothes as the tall woman carried them up the circular staircase to the second floor. By the time they reached the bedroom, both of them were without their shirts with jeans hanging open.

Erin laid Emily against the king-sized bed and then took a moment to look into her face. She had never seen a woman so enticing. Starting at the woman's neck, she kissed over her shoulder and then down the center of her chest, kissing and licking a path down to her navel as hands worked jeans from her hips. "You smell so good," the heiress growled as her lips trailed over the top of Emily right thigh. She pulled the boots and jeans from the blonde's body. Her mouth lingered at Emily's feet, tenderly kissing the top of each before moving back up her legs. Erin's eyes took in the creation under her in the dark. Emily was lying in only her black lace lingerie set. She was erotic and beautiful. Meeting her lips again in another brutal kiss, Erin lowered her weight to take in the feel of the body under her own. When they broke for air, she murmured, "What do you want? I'll fulfill any fantasy."

"I want you naked," Emily growled as her hand shoved the jeans down off Erin's hips to make her point. The tall woman obliged. She climbed off the bed and clicked on the bedside light before standing at the foot of it to undress herself slowly. Blue eyes were enthralled at the display. Jesus, she's hot. So strong, so beautiful. I want you so badly, Erin.

When Erin finished disrobing, she climbed back onto the bed on top of her prize. The lace of Emily's bra scraped against the tips of her own breasts, sending a tremble through her. She was finding it more difficult than usual to concentrate on her typical game of divide and conquer. Emily was just so beautiful, it was completely disarming, but she managed to find some semblance of control. "Tell me what I can do to please you. I'll do anything, Emily. Just tell me what you want."

Oh, God. Please fuck me. Please, Erin. Emily was desperate but didn't want to appear so just then, so she found her voice. "Touch me, Erin."

"How?" she prompted as her hands managed to opened Emily's bra and discarded it. She immediately filled her large hands with warm flesh.

Emily arched into the caress as a mouth joined the exploration. "Erin," she whimpered.

"What, baby?" she whispered, her tongue flicking over the tip of her lover's breasts. She was rewarded with a cry. Erin was hungry for more. She latched onto the breast with fervor as her left hand worked on its twin. She could feel hands clutching her head tighter and legs wrapping themselves around her hips. The brunette moaned at the wetness against her stomach, even through the lace that separated them from what she desperately wanted. Erin was in ecstasy at the feeling of Emily. She was as she had imagined many times over their acquaintance. Feeling hands pushing her shoulders lower, Erin took the unspoken direction and headed south. Her fingers eased the last piece of clothing the blonde was wearing down over her hips as her mouth took in the landscape of toned stomach. When her lips met fine blonde curly hair, she groaned in torment. Emily smelled incredible, making Erin want to taste her firsthand. She never had unprotected sex, but Emily was too inviting. If she could have her without prophylactics, she wanted her. Pausing for a moment, she looked up into blue eyes. "You smell so good, and I bet you taste even better. I want you so much, Em, but if you're not clean, we can't. I won't," she said, holding her resolve but barely.

"It's fine. It's safe. I promise," she avowed breathlessly. I don't know if I can wait another second.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"I'm sure, Erin. I would never lie to you, especially not about that. Please, don't make me wait any longer," she begged.

Overcome with her own needs, the brunette lowered her mouth to the wetness that awaited her. She moaned at the taste. Starting slowly she leisurely traced the curves of her lover's treasure, taking in every part. She loved the way Emily's hips rocked harder as she teasingly circled her entrance. She could feel the blonde's stomach clench as her body rocked with heightened need. Risking a glance up toward Emily's face, she was unprepared for the sight before her. Blue eyes were tightly and mouth open gasping for breath. Her back was arced, and Erin could see the fair skin of Emily's breasts take on a more flushed hue as their tips changed from almost translucent to dark pink. She was beautiful, but Erin refrained from saying so as a hand found perch in her hair, directing her back to task. She knew she had a reputation to uphold and was not about to allow herself to get carried away by emotions, so she focused on Emily's enjoyment.

The room felt as if it was spinning to Emily, even though she hadn't had that much to drink. She felt glad she was already lying down, because she doubted she would have had the strength to stand as the lightheaded feeling consumed her. Waves of pleasure rushed through her, starting from Erin's mouth and spreading warmth through her frame. No thoughts were even possible, just feelings. She had no idea that she was even calling her lover's name repeatedly as she neared peak or that she shoved Erin's head deeper into her when she felt that skilled tongue inside of her. Knowing she was about to climax, she begged for release, which came swiftly as Erin doubled her efforts. As her body convulsed, her first thought was, My God. She's good at that. Erin just paused, allowing Emily to revel in her orgasm, but as she sensed the blonde coming down off her peak, she slipped two fingers into her wetness as her mouth went back to work once again. Emily shivered and cried out at the invasion but was quickly lost once again to the delight of Erin's sexual prowess. However, as the brunette was working her steadily with her mouth and hand, Emily felt the tip of Erin's smallest finger rimming her other orifice. Before she could even question it, she felt her lover push into her until Emily felt the signet ring Erin always wore on her right hand nestled against the opening. "Jesus, Erin," she cried at the triple assault on her senses.

"God, you feel so fucking good from the inside," the brunette rumbled, gasping for breath before diving in again.

"Please, baby, please, please," Emily panted as she felt another peak about to crash upon her.

"I've got you, Em. Come for me, baby."

The blonde climaxed a second time before Erin pulled her body up onto Emily's once again and placed a head against her shoulder. Both of them just tried to reclaim normal breathing for a few minutes, but when Emily had recovered enough, her hands trailed lightly over her lover's back before lifting Erin's head to kiss her. She could taste herself in her lover's mouth, and it only served to renew her desires again. She had Erin Mahoney in her bed for probably the only time ever, and she had to make the most of it. Wanting to please her lover, her right hand drifted between their bodies to one of Erin's breasts, but before she could do anything, she felt her lover's hand on her own, maneuvering it away from her mission. Instead Erin took her by both wrists and pinned them above her head "Let me go, Erin. I want to please you."

The brunette shook her head as dipped her lips into Emily's neck. "I'm not finished with you yet. Now be a good girl and promise not to touch until I've had my fill, and I'll let you go. It's either that or I tie you up. Your choice."

Intrigued at the thought, she weighed her options a moment, deciding she wanted to at least be able to feel the strong muscles of her lover's back under her hands while Erin pleasured her further, so she whispered, "I promise to be a good girl."

Instantly Erin let her wrists go. Smiling at her bedmate, she asked, "Do you have any sex toys?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Where?"

"In the bottom of the night stand." Emily watched as Erin opened the bottom drawer and rummage through them before coming up with a strap on.

"I knew it," she declared with a smile.

"You knew what?"

"That you were the kind of girl that liked cock every once in awhile as a change of pace."

"I've actually never tried that. I haven't met anyone I wanted to do it with yet."

"You have now," Erin answered, already opening the straps.

Emily just watched with nervousness as Erin slipped it on at first, but it quickly faded. Who am I kidding? I'd let her do anything to me. It was only a few moments before Erin had it on and was once again lying between her accommodating thighs. God, you are so sexy, Emily thought looking up at the brunette hovering over her.

Erin kissed her lover with tenderness before slowly escalating their passion again. She could feel Emily's body wrought with tension. Her hands caressed her gently as they kissed, tongues curling around each others as if slowly dancing. Feeling Erin's fingers probe into her, Emily broke their kiss to moan. Erin took in her neck. "I would never hurt you, Emily. If you don't like this, all you have to do is tell me, and I'll stop," she promised before replacing her fingers with the phallus. She pushed in slowly, feeling the muscles stretching to adapt to the size of the toy.

Emily instinctively arched up into Erin's body, causing the phallus to drive deeper. She grunted as it probed farther into her than any lover had ever gone. She clutched Erin's back closely with arms and legs, opening herself to whatever her lover wanted to do to her. Erin didn't disappoint as she pumped in and out with practiced ease as if the toy was a natural extension of her own body. The blonde completely lost all sense of time as her lover took her over the edge slowly several more times through a combination of her many talents. Finally when it was clear Emily couldn't go on any longer, Erin withdrew and dropped the toy onto the floor and spooned the exhausted woman. Emily could feel a hand gently rubbing her arm soothingly as Erin's lips dusted her wet neck with sweet kisses. Her last thought as she looked at the clock that read 3:00 AM was I never got a chance to please her. Something to look forward to tomorrow, I suppose.

The next time Emily opened her eyes, it was noon. She never slept that late, even when she had been out drinking heavily, but her body still felt exhausted from all the activity. She stretched and turned to look at Erin only to find herself alone. Sitting up she looked to the floor where Erin had dropped her clothes the night before, but they were gone. Shit. She walked out. Flopping back onto the bed, Emily wondered what that could have possibly meant. It was not what she had wanted to find upon waking. Damn it. Who was I kidding? I was just a fuck to her. Her heart ached at the thought. She had lied to Erin the night before when she said they were the same. It wasn't even close to being true, but she had done it to bed the enigmatic woman. Now she was left with the emptiness brought on by a one-night stand. Get a grip, Emily. It's over. She fucked you, and she's done. You have to see her this afternoon. God, what if I can't face her? Knowing she didn't have a choice but to put on her professional face for her meeting, Emily crawled out of bed to get to work. She only had a couple of hours before their scheduled meeting, and she had wanted to prepare that morning.

It was two hours later when the blonde got to her building. Her first stop after her office was to check in with her boss. However, she was completely unprepared to see Erin already sitting in Chuck Johnston's large office. The brunette looked as she always did as she gave Emily a smile and pleasant greeting. "Ms. Parker, good to see you."

"Emily, we were just talking about you. Come on in," Chuck mentioned. "Grab a seat." He gestured to the one next to Erin across from his desk.

The attorney did as she was told. She couldn't help but cast a small glance in Erin's direction. It was not returned. Stop it, Emily. It meant nothing to her. Don't make a fool out of yourself. Trying to find her professional demeanor, she asked, "Just what were the two of you discussing?"

"Erin was telling me about the new bar she opened in town. She said she had the pleasure of showing it to you last night. I didn't know you were in the habit of taking work home with you, Emily. Erin tells me that you've been working incredibly hard to keep her our most satisfied client, even catering to her hectic schedule and arduous demands."

You asshole, Emily thought. Making me feel like a cheap slut in front of my own boss. "I do the best I can, Chuck. I know the Mahoneys have a long history with the company," she said as evenly as possible, even though she really felt like throttling the woman next to her.

He nodded his head before looking at Erin. "Are we finished here? I know you said you had a plane to catch."

"Yes. We've covered everything. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice."

"We aren't having our meeting?" the blonde questioned in confusion.

"No. I have to get back to Texas. Sorry I dragged you here on a Saturday. Chuck was kind enough to see me in your absence. He can fill you in on everything." She stood, signaling she was finished, so Chuck and Emily did the same. Erin shook Chuck's hand firmly. "Chuck, it was good to see you." She turned to the blonde and extended her hand. "Emily, thank you for understanding my need to change the schedule on you and for the pleasure of your company last night. I'm glad I was able to show you the club."

Emily shook Erin's hand, not knowing what else to do. "I'll see you out," she offered.

"That's not necessary but thank you."

"I insist."

"Actually, I need to speak with you, Emily. Erin can see herself out this once," Chuck stated.

Blue eyes tried desperately to hide their disappointment. "Very well. It was good to see you, Erin."

"You too. Good bye."

When the two attorneys were left alone, Chuck turned to his employee and smiled. "If I were not a gay man and more than twice your age, I would kiss you right now, Emily Parker. You have made me a very happy man today."

"Why's that?"

"Erin has asked us to take care of all the finances for her new club, and she made it clear to me that she wants you to stay on as the executive on her account, even though you aren't really doing much account management these days. Not only that, she is investing an additional ten million with us."

"Where did she get another ten million? I thought we had all her investments already."

"No. This is some old inheritance money that had a stipulation on it that it had to stay at another firm until she was thirty. Apparently she was withholding it from us for the last year to test you, but she says she's been pleased with your abilities. Now that's she's free to move it, she's asked us to take it over for her. She wants you to personally handle the taxes for all her business now as well as all over her personal finances. She was the last one of the Mahoneys holding out on us. We now have all their money, and she made it clear it was all thanks to you and your excellent customer service. She wouldn't stop going on about how wonderful you were," he said with a proud smile.

Emily flushed in front of her boss. She knew he would pass it off as praise for a job well done, but she knew the real reason. She was embarrassed by what might have been revealed to her supervisor. "Thank you, Chuck. I'm glad you're happy."

"She asked me to give you this," he said, picking up a wrapped large box off his desk. "A gift for terrific work. She already cleared it with me, and you have my permission to go any time you want. Just let me know when you'll be taking your vacation."

"Vacation?"

"It's in the box," he explained. He paused for a moment before saying, "You know I feel strongly for you, Emily. You're like another granddaughter to me, and I want you to be happy. I have never seen Erin Mahoney the way she was today, and I can't help but wonder if that is your influence."

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "I think you know. Are you two involved in more than a professional relationship?"

"No, not at all," firmly Emily stated. Damn you, Erin. How could you put that idea into his head? What did you say?

"It would be okay with me if you were. I've always thought the two of you would make a great match, but neither of you ever gave any sort of inclination toward the other. Now I'm not so sure if she's not smitten with you, Emily."

"I assure you, Chuck. Erin Mahoney and I will never be more than just professional acquaintances. She's not my type." Liar. Then how come you wanted her to jump you as soon as you saw her?

He nodded his head. "It must have been an old man's imagination. I just want to see you happy. Sorry I misinterpreted things. I won't bring it up again. Go on now. It's a Saturday. Why don't you go enjoy it?"

Thanking him Emily made her way back to her office and closed the door. Curious as to what was in the box she held, she ripped off the paper and then set it on the desk. Pulling off the lid, she found a handwritten note, which she set aside at the moment to see the other contents. A set of tickets to Kona, Hawaii and hotel accommodations were in a folded envelope. Then a coconut shell bra sat below that along with a grass skirt and faux lei. Inquisitively she flipped open the note that was folded in two.

"One good lei deserves another. Aloha, Super Dyke," was in Erin's script.

Instantly Emily felt the tears come to her eyes. You insolent shit! I hate you, Erin Mahoney. Not only did I let you fuck me, I let you treat me like a common whore. Is that all I was to you? A good lay? Dammit! Why did I do this? It was just fun to you but not to me. Super Dyke? Super fuck who screws with women's feelings is more like it. I hate you, Erin. God, I want to hate you, but it's my fault. I let you hurt me, because I let you in. Why couldn't I resist you? Even now I can't. You're my super woman, my super lover, my Super Dyke.

Continued in The Adventures of Super Dyke II: Emotional Entanglement.