The Fallback (18+)--Sample

2. Conventional Meeting

Seattle, WA

Six Months Ago

Tatiana had just pinned her visitor's badge for the convention on the lapel of her shirt when she almost bumped into the woman behind her. Not looking where she was going—again.

"Shit!" she muttered. "Damn, I'm so sorry."

"No worries," a pleasant voice said. Looking at the woman, Tatiana saw that she was a very beautiful female of around the same age as she. Perfect figure with medium brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes. The woman's high cheekbones were flushed with excited color, or possibly just wind-swept from the Arctic breeze that was sweeping down from the north. It was as bitter as an Alaska winter that day.

Whatever the cause of the pink-tinged cheeks, the look was stunning on the female in front of Tatiana. She would have given her eyeteeth for the svelte figure, long lashes, and plump lips the woman had. Possibly more.

Tatiana's mother had been a ballerina for the Russia Opera and had expected pretty much the same for her daughter. She tried to enroll her in dance classes early, but Tatiana would have rather played sports with the boys over twirling around in a pink tutu and leaping en pointe across a stage while thousands watched in awe and gave polite little golf claps at the end of the pretentious little dance numbers.

In the end, her mother could not tame the wild girl who preferred baseball mitts over tap shoes, and she gave up on trying to direct her only child's life.

Her weight was another matter, though. Tatiana was not model thin, nor was she chunky. She had wide hips with a thinner waist with just a hint of a tummy bulge. Definitely not the perfect specimen of female sexuality. Her breasts were too large for her frame no matter how much weight she gained or lost, and they bothered her back after a long day of classes.

And while Tatiana never lacked for dates, she never truly believed the men who told her they didn't want a stick-thin girlfriend and wanted the curves that she had instead.

The woman in front of her, however, probably had more opportunities for dates than any female she had ever seen.

And she seemed nice. Ick. Tatiana almost hated when beautiful women with perfect figures didn't act like the snobby knock-outs you would assume they were. It made it difficult for her to hate them.

Looking at the woman's clothing, Tatiana realized she must be from out of town. No one wore high heeled red boots without stockings in the middle of winter in Washington state. That was unless you wanted pneumonia.

"From out of town?" Tatiana asked the gorgeous girl with a smile. When the woman grinned even wider back to her, Tatiana knew her suspicions were correct. "Are you staying in the hotel or with a friend?"

"Hotel," the woman responded. "I don't know anyone from around here, unless I can now count as knowing you."

"You can." Tati nodded back at her and pulled the girl out of the way to keep the line behind them moving. "I'm Tatiana, by the way. Obviously, you're here for the conference. Are you fourth year or already graduated?"

Many fourth-year students at her university were obligated to attend a physical therapy conference before the end of the year and, luckily for Tatiana, a convention was set in town for December of 2013.

"I graduated last year," the woman told her. "My name's Freya Landon. This is my first convention, and I'm really not sure what to do here."

The female that could make others quake with just a look at her stunning features and perfect physique was nervous to be there. Tatiana felt bad in regards to making assumptions about her, as she always did when faced with a crisis of conscience.