I'd moved to the city, just having graduated from college with a master's in computer science and having a nice job at a prestigious tech firm as well as an entry level bonus which allowed me to rent a nice, little apartment. Nothing too fancy but comfortable just the same. Years of sacrificing my social life had finally paid off. It wasn't that I didn't want to have fun. I was just focused on my degree and future career. While most of my friends were off getting drunk or high and getting laid every weekend, I would be busy studying in my dorm room, trying my best to concentrate over the thumping bass and distant sounds of laughter wafting down the hall.
After settling in to my new digs, I decided to let my hair down, so to speak which is funny because I actually had short hair. Easier to take care of and I always thought I looked better with short hair rather than long. Slipping on a pair of skinny jeans as well as a tee shirt that emphasized my c cup breasts rather nicely, I threw on some make-up and headed out to have some fun.
The first couple of clubs that I tried left me flat. Drunken guys, their breath stinking of beer and cigarettes, tried hitting on me but I definitely wasn't interested in what they were offering. I honestly didn't know what I was looking for as far as a good time but I know that a simple hook-up wasn't it.
I was just about to walk home, having politely but firmly telling the latest would be suitor no thanks, when it started raining. It's not that I was scared of getting a little wet but I was wearing a white shirt and didn't want everybody I passed to get a free show so I used my phone to call an uber driver.
A late model Dodge Caravan pulled up, and I hopped in, noticing thankfully that I had lucked out with an older woman as a driver instead of another dude. I definitely didn't want to deal with men right then. "Where to, hun?" the woman asked, her voice having a slight southern accent.
"Home, unfortunately." I replied. "Unless you know of a bar where I won't get hit on by a bunch of drunk guys."
The driver laughed at that. "Yeah, I just might know of a place like that, if you want to go." I thought about it for a moment. The night was still young and I was bound and determined that my self-celebration wouldn't be ruined by what happened so far.
"Okay, sure. Take me there." I couldn't help but notice her slight smile when I agreed to go to this magical nirvana of a bar.
About five minutes later, we pulled up in front of a non-descript building simply named "HERS". Just before I exited the van, my driver pulled out a slip of paper, wrote something down and handed it to me. "I'm gonna be drivin' all night, hun." she said as I took it from her hand. "So, when you're ready to go home, just give my number a call. "Name's Ruth."
Smiling, I put the number in my purse. "Thanks for that, Ruth. I'm Brooke." I replied, smiling at the little bit of good luck that seemed to have shined upon me. Stepping out, I hurried to the front door and walked inside.
The first thing I noticed about HERS was the smell. A faint, pleasing hint of lavender was in the air, not stale beer and smoke. I showed my ID to the woman sitting in a chair right when I walked in. Her sleeveless tee showcased her muscular, tattooed arms nicely as well as a large amount of cleavage. I would never have worn something like that but I didn't have the build or breasts to pull it off, anyway.
Walking down the darkened hallway, I turned the corner and was greeted by the sight of a half- filled room. It was when my eyes adjusted to the ambient light that realization hit me. The reason why there were no men, the reason why there were six couples dancing to the slow tune coming over the speakers, all of them women, the reason why the club was named HERS: I was in a lesbian club.
I guess I should have realized it sooner but I was a bit disoriented over my night so far, as well as the three beers I'd consumed, to form this conclusion. My first instinct was to turn around and head out, hailing a taxi home, Ruth be damned. But, as I stood there, I decided to just give it a try. Hell, it couldn't be any worse that what I'd already experienced so far.
I walked over to the bar, trying my best not to notices all of the eyes watching me, and sat down on the stool. The bartender was a rather pretty Latina who smiled as she came over, handing me a drink menu. "First time, huh?"
"Um..."
"First time in a gay bar." She replied.
"That obvious?" I said. I was doing my best to relax but it was apparent that I wasn't comfortable here.
The bartender laughed. "After a while, you can spot a virgin. I'll tell ya what. Since you decided to grace us with your presence, the first drinks on the house."
I smiled, glancing down at the menu in my hand. I had really no idea what I was looking at but the name "Pink Lady" stood out so I decided on that one. The bartender smiled, gave me a wink and went to mix my drink. Turning around in my stool, I glanced around, just curious of who was here.
There were all types of women. Feminine types with short dresses and plunging necklines, rather masculine women, a couple of them looking strong enough to break bricks, older ladies who reminded me of my mother and some looking young enough that I wondered if they'd used fake IDs to get in.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the bartender place my drink on the counter. It lived up to its name, being a light shade of pink. The first sip and I wondered if she'd forgotten to add alcohol. It was fruity and sweet without a nasty aftertaste. Turning back around, the sound of laughter drew my eyes to a darkened corner of the room.
Three women were sitting in a booth around a little table, laughing and toasting. I must have been staring a little too much because soon, one of the ladies got up and somewhat gracefully made her way over to me, sitting on the stool next to mine.
"Hey Allie," the woman said, calling out to the bartender. "Another Pink Lady."
"They are pretty good, aren't they?" I said, taking another sip.
"Nah, I prefer white Russians. This drink is for you." the woman said, smiling. She was about my height and age, hair braided into a rather intricately woven pony tail. "Name's Sam. Wanna join us?"
"Um...sure, thanks. I'm Brooke." I replied. I figured just sitting here, sipping on a delicious beverage with no one to talk to was getting rather boring. Hell, I could do that at home. And it wasn't like I would be sleeping with them so some light conversation would be nice.
