"Shit." Nina swore to herself, glancing at the clock. Did that clock read 11:30? And the video was due back at Blockbuster by noon. Damn. Bruce Willis was good but not good enough to pay for another night. She grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them over shapely hips, donning a wrinkled white formfitting t-shirt that offered a stark contrast to her dark chocolate skin. Slipping into open toe leather sandals, she hurried from the apartment. It really was too warm for jeans, a heat wave in Philadelphia in early June. Ridiculous. But she was only going to the Blockbuster. These were the days that she loved the short curly cut she'd opted for a few months ago, she rarely had to give it a second thought. And she was glad she'd left her glasses in the car last night. No use running into a tree just to return videos. And the small round black frames looked adorable on her, her one consolation since discovering her eyesight had gone to hell.
She revved up the engine of the sporty Toyota, she had just enough time to make it if these Philadelphians would let her drive like the New Yorker she was. She managed to arrive at the video store in 15 minutes. Five minutes to spare. She decided to take the videos to the counter instead of putting them in the drop off box. With only five minutes left, she didn't want an argument the next time she decided to rent and someone accused her of returning videos late. Once in the store, she decided to browse, wondering if she should rent a couple more videos.
She noticed the only other customer in the store almost immediately. Not only because she was generally paranoid about her surroundings (the New Yorker in her), but also because the woman was...well, "in the club" so to speak. At least according to her gaydar. She looked soft butch. Caramel colored skin, a few inches shorter than Nina's five foot seven inches, stocky...a nice muscular form from the look of her golden biceps, complemented nicely by a black tank top. Rippling was the best description for those biceps. Short hair, died blonde and cut into a flattering fade... As they both browsed for videos, Nina felt the woman's eyes on her. When she turned to look, the woman smiled. Nina smiled in return, chastising herself immediately. She had just promised Renee she'd be a good girl. No more straying. But damn, she loved a light-skinned butch. And that blonde hair was adorable on her. She shook her head, no. No. She had promised Renee. She couldn't. She selected her second video with Renee in mind, a martial arts film, and decided to leave before anything else happened.
The clerk at the counter decided to launch into a sales pitch about the Blockbuster "rewards" program. Free video rentals, blah, blah, blah. She said yes just to shut him up. Only eleven dollars a year, whatever, she had to get out of there. The blonde was now standing in line behind her. She quickly signed her name on the receipt and left. She was in her car and out of the parking lot before the blonde even left the store. She sighed, temptation was a bitch.
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She was parking the Toyota when she realized she'd left the videos at the store. She swore softly, she would get them later when there was no possibility of running into the blonde. She had just fit the key into the lock when she heard the phone ring. She grabbed it before the machine could pick up, "yea?"
"Hey. Wassup?"
Oh, midday check-in from wifey. No fun being on lock down, but it was part of the penalty one paid for cheating. "Nuttin honey. How's your day going?"
"Busy. Very. I'll be home a little late. Maybe around 6:30, okay? Start dinner."
"Sweets, it's too hot to cook, let's order out."
"Okay, see you later."
She hung up the phone. Ugh. How long would it take Renee to trust her again? Well, she shouldn't complain. At least Renee was willing to "work on it." She thought Renee would have ended it after the first woman. Definitely after the second. When she didn't leave her after the third, she felt pretty comfortable with the fourth. But she had promised not to do it again. How long that would last, she had no clue. She really needed to learn the art of not getting caught.
The phone rang again and she snatched it up, expecting Renee. What did she think, she had to time to get a one minute fuck? "Still here." When she heard a male voice, she was embarrassed for a moment. It was the front desk, someone named Tre from Blockbuster wanted to bring up the videos she'd left at the store. She told him to send Tre up. What a loyal clerk, bringing the videos all the way to her apartment. He probably wanted a "tip." For a man, she knew what that meant. She sighed, she had no trouble fighting off hungry men. No problem at all. Women were her weakness.
She was surprised when she opened the door. Tre was the blonde from the video store. She was dumbfounded. What the hell kind of name was Tre for a woman? Jesus. And how had she found her?
"I gave the clerk a twenty for your name and address. He asked me to bring these..." Nina was still frozen in the doorway, watching the muscles ripple in Tre's arms as she handed the videos over. The woman looked even more delicious up close.
"I figured it was my fault you bid such a hasty retreat from the store...I must have spooked you or something." A dimpled smile. Simply irresistible.
Nina didn't say a word, she just stood back and let her into the apartment. The apartment was a nice sized two bedroom. Large, spacious kitchen, two bathrooms. Renee had bought it some years back and had decorated it. A second hand burgundy and green Oriental rug dominated the living room. The furniture was mostly Chippendale, all bought at a steal from local flea markets. Contemporary art donned the walls. The only thing in the room that belonged to Nina was the stereo, her two thousand dollar toy.
Tre entered the living room and made herself comfortable on one of the large green and gold sofas. She turned her amused brown eyes to Nina, watching her curiously. The first thing Nina could think to say was "what kind of name is Tre for a woman?"
Tre smiled, her dimples causing Nina's pulse to flutter just a bit. "Trevina. My father's joke. He'd planned to name his boy Trevor but got me instead. Everyone calls me Tre."
"Well Tre, thanks for bringing the videos..." Nina was still standing at the door, holding it open. Tre laughed, a deep husky laugh. Nina could already feel moistness between her thighs.
