Chapter 1
Sage Brown.
“I'm Sage" I introduce myself, hands in my hoodie pockets, leaning back on the wall. “Nice name" Neera as she introduced herself earlier says.
“So Sage, what's your schedule, I mean IDK who you'll have a chemistry with so I need to make you bond with the girls this first week" she says laughing nervously. Why is she nervous?. I rise my brow. “It's easy. I'm free after 5pm everyday except Tuesday and Thursday, umm does weekend count?" I lick my lips, fighting the urge to run my fingers on them. I have a habit of doing so. It's just impossible not to play with my lips when I'm nervous.
“It does, because, you're gonna be happy with the girls" she says. Focusing on everything but me. Gay panicking. Is she even gay?. I mean. She might be straight and confused because I do look like a boy.
“You'll start with Wren, see if you can get that chemistry, we have been dying to see a stud with stud performance.... umm it's hard to get that chemistry “ she winks and I chuckle. " Wren sounds like a white girl “ I murmur. " What of wren being white?. Well. She's my classmate and she was the new kid from Newtown square and she just came in and said, I'm WrenWhite from Newtown square. I was writing something on my note book. When I raised my eyes I saw a stud. And I like.. looked around the class to see the Wren White. Damn. Wren white was black healthy stud” a chirpy blonde says from beside the brunnete-Neera.
“Oh" I say bored. “Well girls welcome back to ELD 101, beginners guide will be handed to y'all, and we'll continue with the classes. And oh Sage meet me in my office” Neera says.
Y'all wondering what's going on here right?. Well. This is the erotic lesbian dance 101 classes. Owned by Neera, she teaches sexy dances, gives entertainment in some underground clubs sometimes private dances, not strip club she'd said but I don't see the difference, especially when the dance feels or looks so intimate.
I'd joined today cuz I need money. Like I'm broke and she'd said I'll be a teacher, I had taken different kind of dance lessons especially with the boys dance crew before we moved here. I'm a dancer. My crew even managed to perform at AGT sadly. We didn't win.
I can't ask mom for money. She's not in a better shape after last time accident. She's so stubborn individual and a jury judge, she'd pissed the wrong guys and they had attempted homicide, she survived and that's why we moved. She's fine. Physically atleast with assistance she can walk, but mentally no. She thinks it's her fault that I don't have normal teenage years. Men's clothes are damn expensive and I love style plus I need my savings bank account untouched until I turn 21.
“So. Tomorrow is Friday, I was wondering if you'd be free and work on that chemistry with Wren“, Neera says. I run my fingers on my lips.
“Yeah, I mean maybe we could get along, I had a plan to ask my friends to go to a club but I can re-plan right?”, curiosity killed the cat. I scold my self internally.
“Great, I'll call Wren then" she says. “She's my co-owner you know?" She sighs as she dials a number on her phone and gets quiet before speaking in Spanish for longer than I'd always wait. I'm never a patient soul.. just like my mom a very stubborn and strong willed wild child.
“You'll like her. I promise" she say before hanging up. “Wren is always picky" she says. “No wonder she's still single" my ears perk at that. How could a fine stud be single?. I'm not single my self.
Talking about not being single. Emily's ringtone reaches my ears. “Excuse me" I say. “Oh we're done. Tomorrow, 5pm" she dismisses me and I sigh before picking up the call as I walk out of the office.
“Hey babe" I almost groan out loud in annoyance.
“Hey, where are you? I've been looking for you in campus but I don't seen you" she rushes. Mad. She really likes me to tell her all my whereabouts. Which I don't like.
“I just wanted to get some fresh air outside the campus" I say. “So I'm suffocating you?" She says.
“No baby" but she'd already hang up. Sad!. I mean when you love a person you become a puppet. My friends think she's toxic. But I don't feel like she is. She's just jealous and obsessed with inflicted pain.
So I send her message.
Promise her to give a romantic massage and great sex tonight. That's going to make me cramping tomorrow but atleast she'd be happy.
I walk to my car and start it. In minutes I'm driving home to see my mom. I always go home every Thursday, that's a scheduled appointment with mom. And on Tuesday I work in this college club called Tie-dye club. It's always crowded at Friday night but I'm happy to be off duty that day.
Wren~
I slide in the road, listening to hip-hop songs while singing along. Dressed in men's blue jeans and white t-shirt topping a varsity jacket with Jordans shoes. Neera had called me earlier only to tell me she wants me to try chemistry thing with some stud. Well I've always wanted to try a thing or two with a stud like me. But.. they're just all on edge and emotionally exhausted, I like my women whole.. I mean mentally fit and emotionally stable. That's hard to get in a lesbian let alone in confused bi-girls who just leave you hanging with their dick problems. I don't blame them. I've never had any penetration.. you can call me golden-star lesbian stud. Normally I don't like labels. But community doesn't care about that so I just roll with whatever they assume about me. I'm twenty two old. A college student. I'm doing my last year of biotech engineering degree but I don't like them on my tailbone screaming engineer, so I don't usually tell people that I'm a college student. Only Neera knows. Neera is Arabic girl who speaks 14 languages, she's a linguistics student and loves discovering new things. She'd started the ELD 101, sophomore year when her family disowned her for being a lesbian. Well. Technically mine too. We were a thing back then but it didn't work and I'm good just being a co-owner of the ELD. We have this shoot every Friday for our ELD ticktock account. And she'd said tomorrow we'll try with the other stud. I park infront of my apartment just outside the college, I didn't want it be resident so I moved out of campus. I live alone. And pay for my shits alone. Oh and I like spending money, like what's the point of having money if I don't spend?. Good thing, I greet Mylo, the old guy at the gate and grab my coffee, he is kind enough to keep a cup of iced coffee everyday for me. We'd become so close like father daughter duo. Although he's Scottish guy and I am African American girl. He'd call me White which is my last name and opposite of my looks. I'm not white girl, hell I'm black. I laugh at that. Why was my last name White anyway?. “Yo White, you got a full mailbox" he says motioning for the mini mailbox in the porch of the house. " Thanks for the reminder dude” I grin, grabbing handful of mail as I open my door. I throw them on the living room table as I sit and sip my coffee. I dump all of them after seeing who they're from. " Whitley “. My childhood best friend who snitched me and told my religious parents that I was a lesbian. Few from my parents. Who even told them my address?. I sigh. Sip my coffee and click on the remote to turn on the TV. Flipping through the channels I settle for the jungle TV show. Not focusing at all. I decide it's best I get a little rum to roll with the evening as I change to sweat pants and loose t-shirt and sandals. I watch the show until it tires me out, changing channels to E-sports, I watch a female basketball game and end up watching football too. And at the end, I'm tipsy and hungry. I order my dinner and take a warm bath. It's night already.
By the time my dinner arrives I'm already dressed in my formal pajamas.
I sigh as I think of my life. I'm not financially unstable, I'm promise keeper, I'd rather miss important things to keep the promise I make, that's why it's always not my place to make promises anymore. I don't want to break my words. I hate being held accountable for my words.
My phone rings illuminating Kayla's name. That bitch is stuck on my dildo. I mean she was my one night stand but she doesn't understand that. She keeps asking for more. And I can't promise her for more. She sucked, I mean she's emotionally unstable as you can see.
I ignore the phone as I sip my wine. I'm eating my dinner infront of my TV. Watching news. Yes I still watch news and I love watching News.
I dump trash on the recycle bin and wash my plate and glass. Good. I hate clumsiness and I like having my apartment arranged and neat. I walk to my room and throw myself on the bed.
Only Neera could call me this early, it's like what? 5am? I rub on my eyes reaching for my phone as I curse when my elbow hits the bedpost.
“Hey" I greet groggily. “Wren, bring your black ass down here to ELD, we got a situation" she says. “Yes?,who doesn't have black ass? “ I groan. " What's the situation Neera “ I sigh.
" Just come here okay?" She says. She really hang up on me. Forced to wake up, I wear my workout outfit and hit the gym downstairs, I workout daily which Is the part of my day I always love.
Sweaty and sticky, I greet Alejandro, the guy next door who has older women in every day. He's hell of a Latino man whore. He eyes my ass with me giving him a glare.
“Amigo" he grins.
“I'm gonna poke those eyes out Alejandro" I say sternly.
“Don't poke my eyes por favor! “ he feigns fear. " I mean who wouldn't want to look at those tonned muscles” I laugh. " I mean what's bad about admiring a body. Even if it's your amigo's “ he says. I brush his banter off and leave the gym.
Freshened up, wearing white t-shirt and sweatpants my piercings covered in gold my Nike sneakers I roll thy car listening to imagine dragons believer on play. I love music.. pop, rock.. r&b, country music…aww whatever has a beat I can listen and vibe to I like it.
Just ten minutes drive to ELD and I feel freshly awaken. I greet the girls who are vibing to Beyonce's who runs the world.
Making a bee line for Neera and I's office.
“Awe yo early" she laughs. I look her down sternly. I mean she's 5'4 even her six inch heels won't make her my equal height.
“Help!" She acts her indian stereotype accent.
“Well. I wanted you to watch this song together.. maybe you could come up with the moves?" She says.
“Neera it's 7am" I hiss. “I know" she says. “Besides Sage has class at 9am” she says. What?.
"what if I had class at 8am?“ I hiss. She thinks only Sage's schedule matters or what?.
“I know your schedule Wren, stop being stubborn and do this.. for the ELD okay?" She gives me the puppy eyes. I sigh.“okay, so where's the Sage girl?" I lean back on the swiveling chair.
“Come in" as if on cue the knock comes.
“Hi, am I late or something?" Says the stud.. right definitely the stud I mean how can she have deeper husky mix of raspy voice than me?. Oh and the looks oops the style too. I rise my brow.
“No, yo not. Umm Sage meet Wren White. Wren? Meet sage Brown" she introduces us. Sage is a tall built stud with bleached locs and tonned biceps. No any visible piercing. She's dressed in black sweatpants very low on her waist showing her white rimmed Calvin Klein boxers. Her huge t-shirt tucked in one side a bird tattoo visible on her wrist.
“Hi Wren" she breathes out. Stretching her harm as her left finger rubs on her lower lip. “Oh hello dude" I chuckle gripping her hand hard. She doesn't wince. Instead she grips mine back and damn does she have a hard grip.
“It's hot in here" Neera laughs. “I mean there's so much masculine energy circulating in here" she adds. “Enough with that Wren, back to the matter on hand.. here's the song" she adjusts her laptop on top of the desk facing us.
“Genuine's pony really?" Sage says. Freeing her hand I focus on the song.
“That's a cowboy song" I muse. “It's R&B but yes, pony.. it'll be so sexy" Neera says dreamily.
“Watch it.. okay?" She says. Sage gives a low chuckle adjusting herself in a seat beside me.
" So. Who's going to be the top? I mean this sounds like a lap dance vibes “ I ask. Sage looks at me lazzyly running her fingers on her lips.
" No one “ she grins. " We work fifty-fifty chance of this chemistry thing “ she says. Intrigued... She's ready for this. Huh?.
" So. I don't know how stud with stud works but let's try it okay? Peculiarity always attracts audience”, Neera says flipping through the videos related to the pony song.
“But wait.. do we have pony that someone can ride?" I ask seriously.. I'm being sarcastic.
“Yeah in the closet" we both laugh at Sage's innocent comeback.
