Heads turned and followed as the two women walked down the sidewalk. The sun had set and many storefronts were closed, but the bars and restaurants were open for the evening, and there were plenty of people checking them out as they passed. There was nothing particularly outrageous calling attention to them, but for some reason they caught people’s eyes. The two women were holding hands, and while not dressed identically, they were each wearing a little black dress with modest heels. They each had long hair that was tied back neatly, and neither of them were carrying a bag or purse.

Karri was a little taller. She had an athletic build, well toned arms, and firm thighs. Her bust and hips were feminine, but minimal. She looked like she might have been a swimmer or high jumper back in college. Karri carried herself with strength and confidence that was very attractive, and also slightly intimidating.

In contrast, Maya was a little shorter, with a more traditional hourglass figure. When she walked her breasts enjoyed a gentle jiggle within the confines of her dress, and her ass cheeks took turns bouncing with each step. She looked more like a club dancer than a ballet dancer. Since Maya’s legs were a little shorter she worked to keep in step with Karri’s pace.

Karri and Maya worked in the same office, and occasionally went out socially. While Maya went thru boyfriends frequently, Karri appeared to always be single and carefree. Occasionally Maya pressed Karri for details on her private life, curious to know how and when she sought relief to those most base of urges. One evening, after a few too many cocktails, Karri finally confessed to belonging to a secret group, and how it catered to all her kinky desires without any strings attached. She explained how the group paired up people who were of a submissive nature with those who were more dominant, and how she was able to stay anonymous.

The story Karri had been told was that back in the 70’s a financial consultant traveled from city to city, working with large corporations for a week or two at a time. At night he hosted sex parties in the penthouse suite at his hotel. It became so popular that local swingers in each city would periodically check with the front desk of fancy hotels to inquire if he was in town. He earned the nickname “The Conductor” because he waved his hands around a lot when he talked.

Eventually he retired, but people who used to attend his parties started hosting small gatherings of their own when they traveled. They used the same nickname as a way to connect with other like-minded people in a somewhat anonymous way. When the the front desk clerks developed stricter privacy rules regarding guest lists, the swingers started using the bartenders in the hotel bars to coordinate their fun. Over time the nature of the hookups shifted to more of a dominant host and submissive guest arrangement.

The unpredictable nature of stranger sex was very appealing to Karri. She had discovered that in her professional life she was a strong leader and carried a lot of responsibility at work. In her sex life she craved being submissive and serving a more dominant partner. Being anonymous to her partner and knowing that she would likely never see them again helped her shed her inhibitions.

Karri and Maya turned and went into a fancy high rise hotel. The lobby was spacious and beautiful. They slowed their pace, let go of each other’s hand, and tried to act casual. Karri nodded in the direction of the bar and Maya followed her. It was a dark, wood paneled space, with renaissance oil paintings on the walls and a long shelf of scotch bottles. The two girls walked up to the bar and the bartender came over to help them.

“Good evening.” He said.

“Hi.” Karri answered with a calm sophistication. “We’re here to see the conductor.”

The bartender smiled and nodded. “Both of you?” He asked Karri.

“Yes. She’s with me. It’s her first time.”

“Very good.” He replied. Can I get you anything to drink?”

Karri looked at Maya. “Shall we have a champagne?”

“Yes.” Maya answered, doing her best to keep her nervous excitement under control.

“Two champagnes, coming up.” He walked down the bar, pulled a small box from a lower fridge and placed it on the bar. From the box he removed a dark bottle and proceeded to pop the cork with a cloth over the top to minimize the noise. He poured two glasses and placed them in front of the girls.

“Thank you.” Karri said slowly, in barely more than a whisper. Maya noticed how deliberately Karri had moved her lips and tongue when she spoke. It was safe to assume that the bartender enjoyed watching Karri’s mouth even more than Maya did.

The bartender then turned to make a phone call. Maya noticed the label on the bottle and gave Karri a gentle kick. It was a bottle of Dom Perignon. Karri just smiled back at Maya and raised her glass.

“To your first time meeting the Conductor.” They both giggled and sipped.

The bartender returned and handed a pin to Karri. It was a small silver lapel pin. The design was simple. It was a ring with an S-curve inside, similar to a ying-yang but without the dots. Karri turned to Maya and pinned it to her dress where the shoulder strap met the neckline. It was similar to the one Karri was wearing, except that Karri’s pin also had a 4 small beads, one at each cardinal position like a compass. Karri had already explained to Maya that her first four times going out she was only going to observe. This was her trial period, an opportunity to watch a variety of situations unfold with her mentor. After each session she would trade in her pin for one with another bead. When she reached all 4 beads she could then join in the action or even go out by herself. Until then, Karri would be her mentor and they would go together.

The girls finished their drinks.

“Shall we get a refill and head up?” Karri suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“I think so.” Maya replied. “I’m so nervous.” She grinned.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.”

The bartender refilled their glasses.

“Room 704.” He said in a quiet voice.

“Thank you.” Karri replied with a wink.

Karri and Maya picked up their glasses and headed towards the elevators. By the time they reached the 7th floor they had finished their drinks. They left their glasses on a room service cart in the hall and made their way to room 704. They stood side by side in front of the door, hands at their sides, and took a deep breath.

“Are you ready?” Karri asked.

“I think so. Let’s do this.” Maya replied.

Karri reached out knocked on the door.