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Unusual for LA, especially for this time of year, it was raining that evening. It had been raining all day.
Kara had spent most of the day at a photo shoot. Indoors, fortunately.
After the session, she had gone to a party, along with a couple of the guys from the agency. And with a friend from Colorado, who had flown in to watch the shoot.
They had made a double date of it, even though she knew that Sharon really didn't go for men. Fortunately, Tom, Sharon's 'date' for the evening, knew that already and was willing to accept it.
They'd had a few drinks, and they'd had a few dances. Nothing too serious. Tom and Mike, her own 'date' for the evening, knew the truth about Kara and Sharon. They knew about Kara's rôle as the Protector of Earth, and Sharon's as the Scribe.
They knew, among other things, that their male bodies could not fully pleasure the two beautiful women. Just last week they'd both given Kara a massage, their big strong hands unable to do much more than simply move her skin around as they rubbed the scented oils into her skin. If that was all that they could do while her gorgeous body was completely relaxed, they knew what would happen to any man who was in her powerful arms in the midst of an orgasmic frenzy.
They were just four friends sharing a pleasant evening with each other, without any undue expectations regarding sex. Tom knew that he wasn't going to score with Sharon except in his wildest dreams. Both he and Mike dreamed about scoring with Kara, working with her nearly every day and seeing the way that she modeled whatever she wore. They both knew that Sharon also dreamed of scoring with Kara. But truth be told, neither of the men had ever gotten any further than a good-night kiss with either of the women.
Instead, they shared something much more valuable than mere sex. They were friends.
Nearly every eye in the club was on the two beautiful blonde women as they danced, first with their 'dates', and then with each other.
After a few more drinks and few more dances to Toomey and his faux-English band, Kara invited everybody over for a nightcap. Even though the men knew that when Kara said 'nightcap', she meant a drink, and non-alcoholic at that, they accepted. Leaving the club, they all got into Mike's Lexus.
By the time that they got back to Kara's house, the rain had finally stopped, but the ground was still wet. Water splashed under the men's feet as they hurriedly made their way up the walk to the front door. The women did it the easy way, keeping their feet a couple of inches above the ground the entire way as they got there well before the men did.
Kara made the men stop on the doorstep while she went inside. She returned with a copy of that morning's Los Angeles Times. Spreading the newspaper on the doorstep, she had the men wipe off their shoes before going inside.
Sharon looked down as the men cleaned off their shoes and then went inside. She then bent down and picked up the wet newspaper. Straightening up, she looked at Kara and grinned. "You know, these are the Times that dry men's soles."
Kara spun on her heels, strode inside, and slammed the door, leaving the Scribe from Velor alone on the doorstep holding a handful of wet newspapers, water running from it and dripping down her long shapely legs.