by Skyy
“Yeah, and as far as me, I was messing with this older woman in high school, but I didn’t come out till I was in college so I didn’t have to hear my mama’s mouth,” Carmen said.
“Wow, this is so interesting,” Lena said.
“Now, Cool, tell why they call you Killa,” Carmen said knowingly and shaking her head.
Lena looked back at Cooley as Denise laughed.
“Tell the truth, Carla, before I do.”
Denise continued to laugh.
Lena kept asking them to fill her in.
Cooley looked down and smiled. “Okay, this is what happened. I was fucking with this girl name, um . . . Monica.”
Denise and Carmen continued to laugh.
“I can’t tell the story with y’all laughing,” Cooley said as the two giggled. “Well, we was getting into it, right. I was doing my thing.” Cooley smiled, thinking about how good she gave head. “The girl was moaning, grabbing all on my shoulders and shit. Then her moans started turning into this heavy breathing. I just figured she was about to nut.”
“So, what happened?” Lena questioned.
“Well . . . I kept doing my thing until I realized she wasn’t grabbing on me anymore. She was sorta limp.”
Carmen made a noise as she tried to stop herself from laughing.
Cooley looked at her and frowned.
“Anyway, so like I was saying, she went limp. So I looked up and realized that she was having an asthma attack.”
Lena hit her brake by mistake, and everyone jerked. “You are lying. You gave the girl an asthma attack!”
Carmen and Denise bust out laughing. Cooley just smiled.
“Hell yeah. So she didn’t have an inhaler, so some girl had to let her use hers. Everyone on the hall could tell what was going down ’cause she didn’t have any clothes on. So after we got back from the hospital, she told her friends that she had the attack ’cause the head I was giving her was so intense. Then they started that Killa Cap shit.”
The whole car was in hysterics.
“That is the most unbelievable thing I have ever heard,” Lena said, completely shocked by the story. “So, Dee, why don’t you have any nicknames?” Lena asked Denise.
“She does have a nickname. Dos.” Carmen started to giggle.
Denise threw an evil look her way.
“Shhhhiit, I forgot about that, Dos.” Cooley laughed.
“That’s not my name.”
“How did you get that name?” Lena smiled.
“That’s not my name,” Denise repeated.
“She got it because the last girl she was dating bragged that Dee made her cum in two minutes. So she started calling her Dos.” Carmen laughed.
“Wow, it’s that good, huh.” Lena smiled at Denise again.
“Wouldn’t she like to know?” Cooley whispered to Carmen, causing her to bust out laughing.
“No comment,” Denise said. They had finally arrived at the mall, and she was ready to end the conversation.
“Okay, Dos, I get ya,” Lena said as she opened her door.
“Hey, the only people who can call her Dos are girls who have experienced her in action,” Cooley said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh, okay, in that case I guess I won’t call you that anymore. But I think it’s cute.”
They headed into the mall to pick out their outfits for the night.
“So, what stores do y’all want to hit first?” Carmen asked.
“Hell no. I am not shopping with you,” Cooley said. “You’re too damn indecisive. So you and Lena hit yo’ shit, and Dee and I are headed to Bloomingdales.”
“Yeah, come on, girl. I want to hit St. John.”
“I can’t afford that shit, Lena. So we gotta hit Bebe or something.”
“Cool. We out. Meet y’all back here in three hours,” Cooley said.
“Wait a minute. Denise, come with me real quick. I want to show you something,” Lena said, pulling Denise’s hand toward Louis Vuitton.
Carmen and Cooley lagged behind Lena and Denise.
“I know what you’re thinking, and you need to stop it,” Carmen said to Cooley.
“Nope, I will not. I am willing to make my bet. Denise is gonna tap that before this school year is out.” Cooley refused to change her mind.
Denise laughed to herself when they walked in the store. The salesperson knew Lena by name. Denise looked around as Lena talked to the salesperson. The salesperson brought a large bag to the front and rung up Lena’s purchase.
Lena grinned as they walked out the store.
“You are so gangsta, Lena. They know you by name and shit.” Denise smirked.
“Whatever. Here.” Lena handed the bag to Denise.
Denise opened it and gasped.
“I thought you could use a good duffel bag for championships.”
“Lena, I can’t accept this. It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not. You deserve it. Oh, and I am not taking no for an answer. Come on, Carmen,” Lena said as she quickly walked off. “See y’all later.”
“What the hell is that?” Cooley said, grabbing the bag from Denise.
Cooley laughed. “Oh y’all are definitely going to fuck after this one.”
“Shut up,” Denise said as she walked off. For once she wished Cooley was right.
Denise, Cooley and Carmen could not believe they were walking into a Jam Zone party and that they were skipping the whole line to get in.
“Is this shit for real?” Carmen said to Lena as she showed her V.I.P. pass to the bouncer of the club.
“Girl, just relax. I want all of you to enjoy. Welcome to my world,” Lena said as they all walked into the dark entryway.
The sound of the bass was the only thing you could hear as they walked down a long hallway toward the main party room. The sound of the music grew louder as they noticed lights starting to form on the side of the wall.
The main room was packed. Women were dressed in their skimpiest club clothes, hoping to land an athlete or celebrity for the night. There were three bars, all surrounded by people wanting their alcoholic concoctions. Men were buying women drinks, wondering which one would be the one to go home with them for the night.
Two girls walked past Cooley and smiled. Cooley instantly was in heaven.
“Man, I am going to go have some fun with those two girls over there!” Cooley exclaimed as she headed toward the girls.
Lena grabbed her hand before she could walk off. “No, Cooley, that’s bottom barrel. We are heading to the V.I.P. lounge,” Lena said as she pointed to a high flight of stairs. The windows were blacked out so that no one could see what was going on in the much-desired V.I.P. room.
They headed to the V.I.P. room, and with one flash of Lena’s pass they were in. The V.I.P. room looked like a scene from one of the music videos. There were two poles set up with exotic dancers dancing around them. There were music industry representatives, including most of Jam Zone’s artists.
“Oh my God. Is that Supa Sonic over there?” Carmen said as she noticed a woman sitting in a corner with four groupies surrounding her.
One of the groupies pulled her top down, and Supa Sonic proceeded to feel on her breasts.
Carmen gasped. “I knew her ass was gay!”
Cooley nodded her head as she rubbed her hands together. “Oh yeah, I am going to go holla at her real quick, get in on some of that groupie action.” Cooley walked over to Supa Sonic and her group.
Much to their surprise she was welcomed with open arms. Cooley sat down next to Supa Sonic as one of the groupies poured Cooley a glass of champagne.
“Denise, are you all right?” Lena said when she noticed the expression on her face.
“Yeah, I’m cool, but I wasn’t expecting it to be so gutta up here. I was expecting a little more.” Denise was not impressed by the spectacle of girls and sex. The smell of marijuana filled the air. Denise hated the smell. “I think I am going to check out the main room.”
“Cool. I’
ll go with you,” Lena said. “It is a little smoky in here. Carmen, are you coming?” Lena said as she turned to Carmen.
“No, I think I’ll stay up here and keep an eye on Cooley,” Carmen said as she walked over and joined Cooley with Supa Sonic and her crew.
The downstairs party was completely different from the V.I.P. area. It was packed with people dancing and having a good time. Denise watched as Lena danced with various men.
Lena walked off the dance floor to Denise. “Why aren’t you dancing?” Lena yelled over the loud music.
“I just prefer to watch.” Denise secretly wanted to dance with Lena, but she was always cautious when in straight environments. One time Cooley and Denise got into a fight with some men at a local straight club because they were dancing with two women. Men had a tendency to become envious of them, especially Cooley. They always felt that women like her tested their manhood. Denise learned to watch her back at all times.
“Oh well, if you change your mind, let me know,” Lena said as she smiled. Another man walked up to her and asked her to dance.
Denise watched her walk away again, wishing that she was the one she was walking with.
Chapter 17
The whole group slept all day after the Jam Zone party. Lena had kept her promise and got them in as V.I.P.s for the whole event. It was the first time Denise had ever felt like she was a celebrity. The club was packed. Beautiful women were all over. None of them expected to see so many bisexual and gay women in the club. They were not the kind of women that Denise would go for, but Cooley enjoyed every minute of it.
Denise headed to the kitchen, where Lena was sitting eating a muffin. “Hey, girl.” Denise hugged Lena. She tried not to look at the shorts that Lena had on. Denise decided that she wasn’t going to ever try what she did the other night. She didn’t want to ruin her friendship.
“Hey, did you enjoy the party?” Lena asked her as she watched Denise walk around the kitchen. It was something about Denise in wife-beaters. She looked cute to Lena in them.
“It was amazing. I can’t believe I got to meet all those celebrities, and I know Carmen is still floating after meeting Supa Sonic.”
“Yeah, she was lusting all over Sonic. That was so funny to me. I have never seen her even look at women like that before.”
“Yeah, well, she is gay even though she tries to hide it sometimes. I was tripping off that rapper trying to get with you; well, all those rappers trying to get with you.” Denise knew she was a little jealous at all the men trying to get with Lena. She wanted to fight them all off of her, but Lena handled them very well. She obviously had to do it a lot.
“Yeah, that always happens. Brandon doesn’t even care anymore. He likes it, I think. The fact that so many men desire me is like a notch on his man belt or something.” Lena sounded a little upset. She hated when Brandon would let men get on her. She always wanted him to pull her away, but he never did.
“Well, I couldn’t let that happen to my girl. It would probably be a fight.”
“I can’t see you hurting a fly.”
“Yeah, I try not to,” Denise said as she took a bite of her muffin.
Lena noticed how full Denise’s lips were. She wondered if she was a good kisser. “Denise, tell me something. Why are you never trying to get with women? I have seen them try a lot on campus, and you never bite. Why is that?” Lena watched Denise’s expression; she could see the pain in her eyes.
“Well, I told you before, I just want to concentrate on my schoolwork and basketball. You know, work on my future first and relationship later.” She cracked a smile.
But Lena wasn’t buying what she said. “Is that really all it is?”
“Look, women aren’t always what they say they are. I would rather not date right now and wait for the right one, than get involved with the wrong person again.” Denise felt herself getting upset. She started to think about Crystal. She was still trying to get over her.
“Okay, I hear you.” Lena accepted the answer, but she knew it was something more involved.
New Year’s Eve approached. All of them were excited to be spending New Year’s Eve in Atlanta, and they expected a great night. Lena was sitting in her room reading a magazine when Cooley, Carmen and Denise all entered at the same time. They were all smirking, and she knew they were up to something.
“Lena, we just wanted to thank you again for such a wonderful holiday. It wouldn’t have happened without you.” Carmen was the first to speak.
“No problem,” Lena said, suspecting something else was coming.
“Yeah, so, tonight we are treating you to something.” Cooley added, “You’re going to our club tonight.” Cooley was smiling very hard.
Lena never thought they would ask her to go to a gay club. “Um, I don’t know about that, you guys. What if someone sees me?” she said, hoping she didn’t sound mean.
“So what, If someone sees you, all you have to do is ask what they are doing there,” Carmen added.
“We’re not taking no for an answer.” Cooley added as she walked out the room. “And don’t try to dress all down like some straight girls do. It’s a dead giveaway and makes niggas like me try you harder.”
“Try me?” Lena didn’t know what to think. She knew they were serious. She sat on her bed and thought about what Brandon would say if he found out.
“Lena, if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to.” Denise was the only one still standing in Lena’s room. She could sense the anxiety in her. “It’s not that big of a deal. We’re not going to make you go, but we would like to show you how we get down.”
“I just don’t know what Brandon would have to say.”
“Don’t you know the golden rule?” Denise asked.
Lena looked at her, not knowing what she was talking about.
“What goes on in Atlanta stays in Atlanta.” Denise smiled and walked out of the room.
Lena decided immediately to go.
The line outside of the club was wrapped around the side of the building and snaked its way around the corner.
Denise looked over at Lena, who looked very nervous. She grabbed her hand. “Look, if anyone tries to mess with you tell them that you’re with me, okay.”
Lena looked at Denise and smiled. She was glad Denise was there for her.
They headed inside the packed club.
“This seems just like a regular club,” Lena shouted over the music. The club was packed like the Jam Zone party. It even seemed a little more crowded. She noticed a woman lipsynching to Beyoncé’s “Work It Out.” The lady had on an outfit that put Beyoncé’s outfit to shame. “She is beautiful,” she said to Denise.
“She’s a man,” Denise responded back.
Lena’s mouth dropped.
Denise laughed at the expression on Lena’s face. She had to pull her away from the stage.
They headed upstairs to the lesbian floor, which was just as packed as the floor they came in on.
Lena was mesmerized by all the various looks of the women. She saw everything, from feminine women to very hard-core stud women. There were older studs, dressed in their best suits, with their women in matching feminine outfits. Lena laughed ’cause it reminded her of the HBO documentary, Pimps Up, Hoes Down and how the pimps dressed themselves and their hoes for the annual Players Ball.
“Are you okay?” Denise asked.
“This is wild. I need a drink,” Lena said. She took hold of Denise’s hand as they walked through the crowd.
Denise got a warm sensation when Lena grabbed her hand. She hadn’t felt that sensation since Crystal.
“Wow, it’s a lot of people here.” Carmen suddenly felt very insecure when they walked into the already crowded club. She started to pull on her outfit, afraid some imperfection on her body was showing. She felt someone grab her hand.
“You look great. Stop pulling on yo’ shit,” Cooley said. “Now go out there and pull you a stud.” Cooley smiled at Carmen.
Carmen headed o
ut to the dance floor. As soon as she made it on the floor, an attractive stud started to dance on her from behind. She quickly showed off her moves, grinding on the girl to the beat of the music.
“I’m Tasha,” the stud said to Carmen.
“I’m Carmen. Happy New Year.” Carmen turned around to the stud.
The stud pulled her close. “It is now.”
The moment their eyes met, Carmen was officially glad she came to Atlanta.
Carmen and Tasha danced for a few more songs.
Carmen spotted Lena and Denise and headed over to meet them at the bar.
“Hey, guys, this is Tasha,” Carmen introduced them. She looked at Lena, whose eyes had become very tight. “What’s up with Lena?” she asked Denise.
“She has downed three Incredible Hulks.”
Carmen knew that Lena was drunk. She couldn’t drink that much Hennessy and Hpnotiq, especially when it was mixed together.
“Oh my God, Lena, are you okay?” Carmen noticed Lena closing her eyes.
“I think I need to throw up. Where’s the bathroom?”
“Come on, I’ll take you.” Denise put her arm around Lena.
“No, I can make it by myself. Enjoy yourself, meet a chick or something.” Lena quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Carmen looked at Denise, who was watching Lena as she walked away. She had a very concerned look on her face.
“She will be okay. She’s just going to the bathroom.” Carmen laughed at Denise, who threw up her middle finger to her. “Oh boy, my friend, you have it bad.” Carmen laughed again. She immediately knew Denise was falling for Lena.
“Whatever, man. I’m going to find some honey to dance with. You worry about your little friend over there.”
“Oh, I will do just that.” Carmen headed back to Tasha as Denise headed to the dance floor.
“I didn’t lose you that quick, did I?” Carmen asked Tasha, who was sipping on her drink.
“No, you didn’t. Here, I bought you a Cosmopolitan.” Tasha handed the martini glass to Carmen.
“Thanks.” She took a sip of her drink.
It was fifteen minutes before midnight, and Carmen and Tasha were inseparable. They danced the whole time.
