Brandie skipped classes all day Friday, she had been feeling restless all week so she decided to visit little bar with the funny name on the North Side. One week previous she had felt very uncomfortable at the very same location, of course then the circumstances were quite different.
As part of pledge week the big sisters of her sorority felt it would be a laugh to take some pledges to an alleged lesbian meat market to see how the new fish would react to that environment. Brandie felt uneasy the entire night, not because of the location but because she sensed a simmering hostility of the club regulars whose private space had been violated by a lack of common courtesy.
Chelsea; Big Sista Numero Uno treated the trip like a visit to the zoo, and made no attempt to hide her distain for the other woman in the club. Brandie felt awkward and wondered if the sisters of her house had been white and descended on a club in the Hill District would the brothers and sisters in the "hood" have been as polite about the breach of etiquette. What she needed Brandie thought, was to take her bougie-ass back to Philly.
Brandie returned to the bar because she wanted to prove she harbored no prejudice and her little social experiment was going very well she thought. The truth in fact was not all the women were lesbians; some liked to hang out in an estrogen enriched environment for a few hours just to get away from the world at large.
At the moment she was getting a lesson on shooting pool with one of the most interesting people she ever met, Barbara, better know as DB to her friends. The moniker was short for Dumbbell but not meant as a pejorative but referred to Barbara's sport of choice body building.
Since retiring from competition she made a living as a fitness trainer and modeling; apparently men enjoyed looking at muscular black women posing in fetish heels and lingerie, sometimes less. Which was the case today she was relaxing after shooting an art layout wearing nothing but a pairs of eight inch heels. She was relaxing now in a pair of well worn jeans, a tank tee shirt and her timberlands.
Thirty year old Barbara was an attractive woman but at five and half feet and one hundred and fifty of hard muscle most people assume she was bull dyke, but she actually enjoyed fine fashion and could be very submissive and feminine if the occasion or partner called for it. She grew up the only girl in a house with four older brothers, became a tomboy; and the sports she learned to enjoy earned her a college scholarship in fact. If most man were put off by her looks, she didn't care since she preferred woman.
Dressed in a pink tee shirt, a denim mini skirt, and ugg boots, Brandie knew she was looking fly. She had several guys hit on her earlier in the day, one old head even told her she looked like a young Brenda Sykes who every that was. Brandie had fully expected to rebuff an advance from DB by now; the fact she hadn't troubled her. Once while DB was showing Brandie a better way to aim her shot their bodies brushed closely, Brandie felt an initial rush of adrenaline that quickly changed to unexpected excitement. Brandie hoped her hard nipples didn't show; they did very noticeably.
As Brandie was lining up her next shot she heard someone else enter the back room where she and DB were playing pool. She tried not to pay any attention, but she still missed her shot. When she turned to see who entered she notice DB and the new person getting very friendly.
DB embraced the waist of a pretty light skinned woman. The woman made a first impression, tall and slim, she styled her dark hair into a crown loose braids which tapered on the sides and back into tiny plaits. She wore a black mini skirt, a lavender blouse, black pumps, and lots jewelry. The women exchanged several playful kisses as slim caressed the muscular arms embracing her.
"I have a surprise for you." The woman said.
"What, did you finally shave that bush you been growing since I've known you?" DB asked, teasingly pulling the woman's mini skirt pretending to expose part of her buttocks.
"No silly, I'll show you on the way home," Said the woman, before asking. "Who's your friend?"
"This is Brandie; she wants to learn how to shoot pool." DB informed the woman.
The woman had a scary quality to her green eyes Brandie thought even though she introduced herself with a smile on her face.
"You'll have to excuse my girlfriend's lack certain social graces. I'm Shaquandra, but everyone calls me Shaq. It's nice to meet you Brandie. Have we met before?" Shaq inquired.
Thirty one year old Shaq used the term girlfriend to give Brandie the wrong impression; on purpose. The two were not a romantic pair although they frequently enjoyed carnal pleasure together since they were roommates and the best of friends with benefits.
"No I don't think so," Brandie answered.
"You in were here last week with that Sorority, weren't you?" Shaq insisted more than asked. "I wouldn't forget a tasty little piece of dark chocolate like you."
The dark chocolate comment gave Brandie a moment of pause as she thought. Is she coming on to me with her girl friend right there?
"Um yes, but that wasn't my idea..." Brandie started to explain.
"I know we get you girls in her all the time, from every school in the area. I wish the little dykes would just come out and play, don't you? Shaq asked.
"I don't think any of them are...in the closet," Said Brandie.
"Oh really, what about you? Aren't you trying to pick up my girlfriend? Really if you were dressed like with me I'd be dragging you home to make you holla girl," Shaq said. "Alright now Shaq," DB said pretending to scold her friend.
"Oh no, I'm not gay," Brandie said, whining a little as she spoke.
"Okay, okay if you say so. You know, I like to shoot pool too, but it's not fun without a wager. I'll play you for a kiss," Shaq said.
"What? No we're not playing for anything," Insisted Brandie.
"Why, scared you may like it?" Shaq countered.
"No...I just, I just can't play that good, I'll lose," Brandie said.
"So you may get lucky, you have been practicing with DB, so let's go it'll be fun," Shaq insisted.
Since it didn't appear that anyone was going to step up to save her from the aggressive woman Brandie resigned herself to playing, then a new voice spoke up.
"Oh you're always trying to get over on someone with that playing for a kiss bullshit, leave her alone," A woman's said, her detached voice being heard before she entered the room.
"Isabelle this isn't High School, and you aren't the Principle up in here. Plus I know she's too old to be one of your students," Said Shaq.