Green Ivy and the White Room

A tale among lesbians told years ago: a stripper snuck into a White Room and orgasmed to spite a lesbian. The lesbian was let-go from her job but rehired a year later.

Green Ivy was a lesbian to revisit that same room, she would set the story straight in the next 2 hours.

Next to the building with the White Room was a tall pole only a gymnast (or a pole dancer) could scale.

Green Ivy scaled it, and slipped into the building like a ghost. She glided down the hall and slipped into the White Room. She slide out of her underwear and rhythmically fingered herself to a high climax.

Her fingers traced an invisible circle around her vagina, and traveled up and down it with the tip of her finger: blood rushed in and clumped up her vagina, until it became thick and hard.

As she expertly worked on herself, the pleasure in her vagina became so intense: she practically soar into the bliss of sexual nirvana (in her mind).

In the center of the room beside her was a drain: she burst into it. Next, a click was heard, across the room.

She opened a little door (a safe), and put its contents into a cylindrical case that hung from her shoulders.

Like a ghost: she slipped out.

The co. That owned the building released the same story it did years ago among its lesbian members: a jilted lesbian broke into the building and orgasmed.

Within lesbian culture, a few if not most, viewed orgasming in another lesbian’s room like this: a vaginal spill within the room is very hard to clean, even with bleach.

Bleach a sexual orgasmed area and shine a black light on the same area, the evidence that someone orgasmed there is still detectable. They’d have to rip up the carpet to get the floor clean again.

So two versions of the same story: Glenn an expert in self-pleasuring, orgasming in a room to show her displeasure at being rejected by another lesbian, or Glenn the espionage agent who disarmed a safe lock with her vaginal discharge. Both versions are known to lesbians as:

Green Ivy and the White Room

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Written by Jenn Gray and Karen Gleeson

This abridged, shorten version is free to use and share.

Disclaimer: events in this story are not proposed for use or recreation, especially those events involving breaking and entering, climbing high poles, or any action described that would be dangerous and or ill-advised to copy. Events in this story are purely fictious and not advised for use. The authors do not propose that they or anyone else do events described in their works (reader’s safety is first and most important).