Chanelle parked in front of the club, and looked at the line. "Damn, I didn't even know there were so many black lesbians in the Bay" she said as she pulled down her mirror, and reapplied her lipstick. A good friend of hers was having this event, and it was suppose to be off da hook, so here she was decked out. She took her time to pick out the dress that she had on, and it seemed to accentuate the best parts of her body. Nails, hair, and make up fresh, she glanced once again at the crowd, and wondered if she would see Rhonda here tonight. It had been a good two weeks since the night she came over to the house, but her pride would not let her be effected even though she missed her terribly.
"Damn girl" said a lady walking up as Chanelle stepped out the car. "I know, huh."
Was Chanelle's only reply as she stepped to the end of the line. Her dress was rose and cream with spaghetti straps and a low back. Her hair was dyed a dark blond, and had burgundy streaks, she had recently cut bangs, and the rest was long and tapered to fit her round face. Her trips to the gym were really begin to pay off, and her skin was oiled and fresh. On her feet were rose pumps that laced up her calf, and she smelled of Tommy Girl perfume, and her sensual oil from the body shop. Whenever she wore pumps it seemed to put a little extra twist in her hips.
And, she felt as fierce as she looked.
The line was moving fast, and she could hear the music pumping from inside "You scared, you scared" was what Lil John was hollering through them speakers. She could not wait to get inside and get a drink, and then hit that dance floor. She saw her friend Kendra at the door. Kendra was in her 40's, and Chanelle thought of her as the guru of black lesbians in the bay. She was all knowing, all seeing, no matter who Chanelle met she knew them or knew of them, and turned half of them out.
But, she was an all around genuine good person. "Hey sexy, glad you made it!"
Kendra said as Chanelle gave her a big solid hug. "Girl, you gonna meet someone in here tonight, get rid of that Rhonda girl! I guarantee it!" Kendra looked at Chanelle sideways, and Chanelle twisted her lips, "MmmmmHhhhhhMmmmmm, looks like a nice crowd tonight, girl!"
Chanelle sashed her way into the club, and up to the bar, it was already 12:30, and the club was packed. She scanned the club for her friend Jonas, he was suppose to meet her here. As she ordered her drink and dug in her bra to pull out some money, Jonas came up behind her. "This one is on me!" he said with a smile as he placed the $20.00 on the bar. Jonas, was short Asian man, handsome as the day was long, and very much gay as well. But, aren't all gay men. "Hi baby!" Chanelle said as she gave her friend a warm hug. "What's up slut?" He said as he hugged her back. "There definitely are a lot of lesbians here tonight! Time for you to get rid of Rhonda's worthless ass, I hate her!" Chanelle just looked at Jonas, he was so dear to her, everyone wanted her to get rid of Rhonda, but what do you do, you can't help the one you care for. "Boy, I am just here to kick it, have a good time, so let's do that."
Chanelle danced all night long, and after about 4 long islands, she felt herself, getting intoxicated, when out of the blue she heard her voice. "Oh, so you ain't even gonna dance with me, huh, Ma?" She turned around and saw Rhonda standing there, her caramel skim glowing with sweat, and nuthing but her black sports bra, and her jeans on. "Hell NO!" Chanelle's drunk as exclaimed, "you don't know how to call nobody, how bout this FUCK YOU, Rhonda, Im sick of your shit!" With that Chanelle felt the tears beginning to swell up in her eyes, and headed, as fast as she could, without running out the door.
Standing at her car, and fumbling for her keys, Rhonda walked up to the car. "Oh, so it's like that, huh?" "Hell mutha fuckin, yeah it's like that, fuck you Rhonda. I know that we ain't in no damned relationship, but if you even gave a fuck about me I would at least get a daily ring! You ain't got it baby, so you need to get the fuck out of my face" Chanelle's face was red and hot from anger . Rhonda could tell that she was serious this time. She wasn't going to take any more of her bullshit.
Desperate times calls for desperate measures, she came around to where Chanelle was still trying to get her keys in the lock, now she was crying. From a mixture of hurt and anger.
"Fuck you Rhonda, don't fuckin touch me, I hate your bitch ass!" Chanelle said as Rhonda approached her. "No you don't, and Im not gonna let you stay mad at me either, Ma!" Rhonda said as she turned Chanelle around. "What you need to do is calm down, slow your roll and kiss me." Chanelle looked at her with rage in her eyes, but couldn't help herself. "I am sorry, baby, you know how I feel about you!"
Rhonda said as she brought a hand up to touch Chanelle's face, but Chanelle pushed it away. Chanelle looked at Rhonda dead in the eyes, "I said Fuck You, Rhonda, you come over you fuck me, then I don't hear from you in weeks, and you expect for it to be all good. FUCK YOU! I hate your bitch ass!"
Rhonda knew she didn't mean it, she pressed her body against Chanelle's, "You hate me?" Chanelle felt her hand run up the back of her thigh, and grab her ass firmly.
"I hate you!" Chanelle said as she pretended to push Rhonda away, but knew damned well she didn't want to. Rhonda took her other hand, and looking lustfully down at Chanelle's body, she slid it up the other side and grabbed Chanelle's hips. Rhonda pulled her up, and placed her roughly on the hood of Chanelle's Honda.
"You hate me?" Rhonda said again and this time she slipped her fingers into the straps of Chanelle's thong, and slid them down her legs. "What the fuck are you doing? I hate you!! Damn, I fucking hate you!!!" She said as she squirmed a little trying to give the impression that she didn't want what was going to happen next.
Rhonda took Chanelle's panties, and sniffed them. "Mmmmm, still fresh", she put them in her pocket, and took a look around the alley. Nobody, no where in sight.
"So you saying you hate me right?" Rhonda said again as she raised Chanelle's dress, and put her feet on the car, so that her legs were spread so far apart that Rhonda could smell Chanelle heating up.
Chanelle looked at her, and rolled her eyes, her lips quivered as she tried to get the words out again, but couldn't. "Let me tell you something girl, this pussy will always be mine, no matter what!" Rhonda's eyes glowed when she said that and in the next minute, she had her tongue in Chanelle's pussy. She was licking it, long and slow, just the way that she knew Chanelle loved it. Her pussy was warm and wet, and tasted like honey dew melon. "I swear I hate you!!!" Chanelle moaned, as Rhonda's tongue sunk deeper into her pussy. " You ain't shit, I hate you, I hate you, I hhhhaaaatttteeee yyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" Chanelle grabbed the back of Rhonda's head and pushed her face into her pussy as she came.
Her body jerked as she lay there on the hood of her own car. She looked at Rhonda as she came up from in between her legs. "You better be glad Im not strapped, or I would fuck your ass crazy right now. But, I just wanted to let you know that, that pussy is mine, and it will remain mine until I say!" With that Rhonda walked away... Chanelle laid there on the hood of her car and cried.