Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
By the time we rolled up to the club, I was four shots in and feeling lighter than I ever had in my life. My cheeks were as warm as my belly, and my body was positively thrumming.
The door opened and Beth stepped out followed by Pearl. Ettie all but pushed me out and Pearl took my hand, holding it tight. Cameras flashed and people screamed. In my dazed state, I held up an arm to block the blinding lights and let Pearl lead me inside. She didn’t let go of me and, thank God for that, because the dimness of the club meant my poor struggling eyes struggled further.
The music was almost deafening. The strobe lights danced to the beat of the song. And I was in awe.
Never in my life had I experienced the feeling that flowed through my veins right then. In this moment, I was living. Actively living, like most twenty-four-year-olds should do, and it felt wonderful.
Pearl, following Cherry, walked me up the steps, and Beth and Ettie were coming in behind. A bouncer let us into a separate area and one look told me this nook was saved for important guests like The Ultra Violet Vixens. And I was with them.
It felt nice to be here, all dolled up, wearing a dress and feeling feminine in heels. It felt nice to be with friends.
That wasn’t something I was very familiar with. This was a new experience and, so far, I was enjoying myself.
The booth The Vixens had reserved was a huge twelve-seater in the shape of a semi-circle, and the other occupants of the VIP area watched closely as the violet-haired tribe of women laughed and conversed openly. The Vixens were a whole lot of fun and I would be forever grateful for the kindness they showed me.
Another round of shots came and went and then Pearl asked, “Emmy, girl, what’s your flavor?”
It was not a question I was expecting. “Pardon me?”
Pearl blinked at me. “Do you like sausage or bud?”
“Um…” I think I understood. “I’m not a vegetarian.”
Cherry spat out her drink, coughing, and when she stopped coughing, she started howling with laughter. There were tears in her eyes and she fanned her face. “Oh my God. Precious. Absolutely precious.”
My head was swimming and feeling tipsy. I started to laugh. “I don’t know what that means.” I laughed harder. “I’m sorry. I think I’m a little drunk.”
Pearl chuckled. “Do you like men or women, honey?”
“Oh!” That’s what she meant. Oh, God, I was an idiot. “I’m straight.”
Pearl sighed. “Dammit. Can’t blame a girl for asking.” Her wink was not very subtle. “Not when you’re looking like a dish and I’m hungry.”
The understanding came slow but when it did, I gasped. “Pearl! You’re a…” I looked around then whispered the word, “…lesbian?”
She tipped her head back and laughed openly. “You are precious.” She looked at the girls. “Can we keep her?”
Cherry wrapped her arm around me, pulling me into her. “I just wanna take her home and make sure she’s safe from this awful, awful world we live in.”
“You can’t do that,” Ettie cut in, throwing an arm in my direction. “Look at her. She’s like a freaking newborn. She needs to live a little.” She waved a finger at Cherry and told her off. “Let her live.”
Cherry hugged me tight. “No.”
“I can’t breathe,” I wheezed out, and Cherry released me with a soft laugh.
We talked for some time about life experiences and with an internal frown, I found I was seriously lacking in this area. I hadn’t travelled to another country. I hadn’t smoked, or dyed my hair. My sexual experiences were a joke compared to these women.
Unexpectedly, I turned to Pearl and shouted over the music, “Pearl, will you kiss me?”
Cherry and Beth both laughed. They looked at me like they thought I was a hoot. Ettie’s eyes widened humorously but she said nothing, instead doing another shot.
Pearl looked stunned. “What?” She searched my face, smiling cautiously. “Why?”
My mouth opened and verbal diarrhea spewed forth. “I’m just now realizing how boring my life is and although I’ve kissed a few boys, I’ve never even thought what it would be like to kiss a woman, and I think that’s pretty sad.” I took pause. “I don’t have a lot of life experience but I’m trying to make up for it. So, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to kiss you now.”
A short silence followed and I was overjoyed to see no judgment on any of The Vixens’ faces. No judgment, but maybe a touch of pity.
Surprisingly, Cherry piped in with, “If you don’t kiss her, I will.”
Pearl glared at Cherry. “Uh, no thanks. I got this, bitch.” Then she exhaled, “Are you sure you want to do this? I’m not into taking advantage, Emmy. I don’t want to give you an experience you might regret, so you have to be sure.”