“What if I can’t? What if I need you? What if I love you?” she lingered on the silent air.

  “Don’t bullshit me. You don’t love me. You love my tongue. You love how I make your body feel, but you don’t love me,” Lauren responded honestly. Kelsey said nothing, and Lauren hung up the phone.

  Everyone she messed with said they loved her. They didn’t even know her. They loved to be dominated by a feminine woman. They loved the idea of her...but didn’t give a fuck about her for real. She was sure Saturday would change all that.

  Chapter 4

  Lauren jumped out of bed, showered, put on her Nu Nu Lambda tee shirt, denim shorts, and sneakers, and walked out the door.

  Today was the day that all new members of Nu Nu Lambda Sorority, Inc. were introduced to the sorority during their Probate Show. Lauren worked hard with the new members and was excited about their performance. She smiled as she walked towards the hotel ballroom, thinking about how far they had come since they started rehearsals months ago.

  When she reached the room, it was buzzing with energy from all the sorors and bruhs who came to support the new members. Lauren spotted Kelsey in line, waiting to be checked in by her sorors. She felt a familiar urge to go over and talk for a moment but quickly squashed it.

  As the lights dimmed and the music began, Lauren proudly watched her sisters take the stage and perform their hearts out. When it came time for them to welcome in the new members, Lauren and the other newbies were taken by all their sorors’ love and support. They glowed with pride as they showcased their hard work and talents.

  “Introducing the Summer 2024 line of Nu Nu Lambda Sorority, Innnnnnnnncorporated: Nu Amore,” Lauren said as she gleamed with pride. The sorors stormed the stage, hugging their new sisters, throwing up their hand signs, and yelling out their call. As the ladies calmed down, they started exiting the stage.

  “RoYal PHlush!” a younger, brown-skinned woman with long blonde curly hair wearing light blue jeggings, a fitted sorority t-shirt, and matching Jordans yelled. Lauren turned to see baby sis Sammie waving at her through the crowd.

  “Are you just getting here?” Lauren asked Sammie as she hugged her.

  “I mean, it’s not like y’all needed me yesterday. I can’t handle intake yet.” Sammie smiled slyly, knowing that wasn’t a good enough answer.

  “So, the President’s baby sister doesn’t come to the pledge night or community service, and I’m supposed to be okay with that?” Lauren crossed her arms. “I don’t think so.”

  “Will you spend the rest of the night scolding me, or will you have some fun? It’s not like I can change it now.” Sammie laughed. Lauren rolled her eyes and pulled her in for another hug.

  “Who’d you take down already?” Sammie whispered in her ear. She pulled back from their embrace and chuckled. Sammie was the only one there who knew Lauren... who truly loved her.

  “You talk too damn much, sis,” Lauren pushed Sammie towards the bar. “Let’s get a drink.”

  The two women walked through the crowd, using small talk and each other to avoid deeper conversations with others. They reached the bar, and Lauren ordered two whiskey sours and invited Sammie to sit with her. They caught up with each other. Sammie was completing her second master’s degree and working with a nonprofit helping entrepreneurs. Lauren talked about finishing her master’s degree and focusing on the sorority.

  “Do you work?” Sammie laughed.

  “Yes, don’t act like that,” Lauren responded.

  “I’m just saying. I have never heard of you working a job,” Sammie leaned in. Lauren smacked Sammie’s thigh and laughed.

  The crowd started cheering and rushing towards the stage. Boots thudding against the ground echoed through the conference room, silencing conversations and redirecting their attention to the bruhs gathering on the stage.

  “Damn, she fine!” the sisters cheered. Eight masculine-dressed lesbian studs stepped in unison. They recited fraternity poems and chants. A caramel-complexioned stud dressed in her fraternity paraphernalia stood in the middle of the stage, shining her beautiful smile on the crowd.

  “Y’all know we only bring the best of the best. I already hear you ladies drooling over them,” she laughed, and the women cheered in agreeance. Before announcing their line name, she continued introducing each new bruh by their new fraternal name. They lined up together, “Introducing, Catalytic, the Summer 2024 line of Nu Delta Xi Fraternity, Incorporated.”

  The room was filled with celebration and applause. Bruhs rushed the stage, dapped their new bruhs, shouted their call, and threw up their hand signs. The stage slowly cleared as the DJ started playing music. The new family danced, drank, and got to know each other.

  As Lauren swayed to the music with her champagne glass hanging above her head, she felt something approaching. She opened her eyes, and a light-skinned, tall stud with hazel eyes and dark glistening waves parted the crowd towards her. Annoyance rose inside her.

  “Lauren,” the stud greeted her.

  “El, what can I do for you?” Lauren responded and continued to sway to the music.

  “You know I don’t go by El anymore. Just call me MelindaTivatN or Melinda.” KapTivatN was the president of Nu Delta Xi Fraternity and Nicole’s wife.

  “Kap, what can I do for you?” Lauren rolled her eyes and sipped her champagne.

  “We need to set up some time tomorrow morning to speak about one of your members,” Melinda leaned in and whispered into Lauren’s ear. “She’s creating waves.”

  Lauren’s swaying abruptly stopped. She made direct eye contact with Melinda and responded, “9 am in my room. You know my room number, right?”

  “I’ll see you at nine.” Melinda quickly turned and walked away. She searched for Nicole in the crowd. She wrapped her arms around her waist, and they lost themselves in each other.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck! Is she talking about Janelle? Was Janelle with anyone other than PHenox this weekend? And if it wasn’t Janelle, who was Melinda talking about? Lauren sat her champagne glass on the first table she passed as she exited the party. Sammie watched Lauren talking to Melinda and followed her out.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Sammie whispered.

  Lauren jumped and quickly collected herself, “Nothing, just some NDX drama. You know they have to report everything to me.”

  “Cuz you the boss!” Sammie reluctantly laughed and high-fived Lauren. This bitch really thinks she is fooling me. “Then why are you out here?”

  “I just needed some air. It was getting thick in there. I hate being the party pooper, so I’ll come out here and let them have their fun,” Lauren lied. “I’m heading back to my room. Are you coming?”

  Sammie stepped back and read Lauren’s face. Her seductive grin let Sammie know what to expect next. “Mmmm, yep.”

  The two women continued chatting while walking to the elevator.

  The party’s vibe shifted. The DJ played slow jams, hips swayed, hands explored, and people slowly exited the ballroom.

  “Are you ready for the next party?” Brittani asked Janelle. Her arms were wrapped around Brittani’s neck, their bodies pressed together, dancing in unison.

  “There’s another party?” Janelle whispered. She looked at her sorors dancing with each other and bruhs. Two bruhs were at a corner table kissing or whispering to each other. I wonder if anyone else sees this?

  “A few of us are moving this to Aaron’s room,” she responded. Janelle held her hand as they walked off the dance floor and settled at a table.

  “Who is Aaron?” Janelle asked.

  “Oh, damn. I mean Virile,” Brittani laughed.

  “Mmmm, this is going to be fun.” That’s who I saw in the corner. Who was with her? Damn, they are gone already.

  The ballroom was bare, with just the DJ closing and a couple of women cleaning up. Brittani jumped up, twirled her around, and pulled her towards the door.

  “HAVE YOU EVER BEEN to one of our after-parties?” Brittani pulled Janelle closer as they rode the elevator.

  “No, this is my first National Convention,” she rocked her hips, pressing her butt against Brittani’s dildo tucked in her pants. “So, you’re going to need that at this after-party?”

  “You have no idea,” she smirked. The elevator door opened to music echoing down the hallway. Brittani wrapped her arm around Janelle’s neck and pulled her in for a kiss. The music grew louder as they walked down the hallway. They halted in front of a door vibrating from the bass moving through it. “At any point, you can say no, and if it becomes too much, we can go back to my room. Are you ready?”

  Say no to what? How could a hotel party be so much? If she’s wearing her strap-on, then this must be some sort of sex party, right? “As ready as I will ever be,” Janelle smiled nervously.

  Brittani knocked on the door four times rapidly, then two slow and three more rapid knocks. She looked down at Janelle and smiled reassuringly. The hotel door opened slightly with the latch still secured. A tall chocolate sculpted topless stud peeked out.

  “Aye, PHenox, I didn’t think you’d make it,” the stud smiled.

  “Come on now, Virile, you know I can’t miss one of your parties. Are you going to open the door?” she knocked softly on the door.

  “Who is this?” Virile frowned at Janelle.

  “This my bae, Janelle. She’s a neo, but she’s good.” She vouched for Janelle, but Virile didn’t seem to believe her. She darted her eyes between the two of them. Brittani offered, “She’s in the deck.”

  “Oh, why didn’t you say that!” Virile laughed and unlatched the door. Her entire body looked like someone took years to build; she stood proudly wearing only her boxer briefs stuffed with her strap-on. “Verbal non-disclosure. Everything you see and do here stays here. We protect each other like family. Cool?”

  “I got it, but what is in the deck?” Janelle asked but was ignored. The suite was lit with colorful LED lights and small candles. Two queen beds in the bedroom and a pull-out couch in the living room were covered with naked women. Virile pointed towards two bowls on the table filled with dental dam and condoms, liquor in the cabinet and refrigerator, and feminine wipes and body wash in the bathroom. So, nobody heard me, huh?

  “Have fun,” Virile kissed Brittani on the lips. “Come find me later.”

  “What is in the deck?” Janelle smacked Brittani’s arm.

  “Damn,” Brittani grabbed her hand, laughing. “It just means you messed with Lauren.”

  “How does in the deck mean messing with Lauren? Why is it okay for you to tell people that?” Janelle pulled away from her. She quickly pulled Janelle into her, cupping her face in her hand.

  “Bae, chill out. You’re new, so you don’t know ‘bout Lauren. She likes to mess with the neos. She probably slept with half of Nu Nu Lambda. Her line name is a card game term, so the bruhs say all the women she’s messed with are in the deck of cards,” Brittani explained.

  “And that is an automatic entry into this,” Janelle looked around the hotel suite. Two bruhs and one soror caught her attention. Damn.

  “It just means you must be discrete if Lauren chose you, so you're safe with us,” Brittani finished. She pulled Janelle into the suite. They stopped for a drink and took off their shirts and shoes. Leaning against the counter with Janelle pressed against her, Brittani eyed Virile in the bedroom, hovering over a stud bent over in front of her. She looked up at Brittani and smiled. Brittani didn’t look away. She nodded towards the bed and raised her eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Brittani flicked her finger at a woman in the living room, and she walked towards them. She gave Virile the signal to wait a moment.

  “Oh my...shit!” Janelle leaned forward, enjoying Nicole’s lips on her nipples. She removed the rest of her clothes, complying with Nicole’s every silent demand. Where’d Brittani go? Shit, Nicole's fingers, her tongue, shit.

  LAUREN LED SAMMIE TO her hotel room. Once inside, Lauren ran her fingers through Sammie’s curls and tightened her grip on her hair. Sammie released a soft moan, relaxing her body against Lauren’s, and kicked off her Jordans.

  “Off,” Lauren whispered and released Sammie’s hair. Sammie quickly complied by peeling off her jeggings and pulling her t-shirt over her head. She was naked from the waist down, no panties or hair. A pink and black Victoria’s Secret lace bra fell down her arms, freeing her small, chocolate-drop breasts. She didn’t move, only waited for Lauren’s next instruction. “Get on your knees.”

  Sammie kneeled before Lauren and watched her lower her shorts to the floor. She lifted her leg, putting Sammie face to face with her hairless invitation. She wrapped her fingers in Sammie’s hair and pulled her in. Sammie licked and sucked her, eager to please her. She rode Sammie’s tongue to two orgasms. She released Sammie and fell back onto the bed. Sammie grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom to clean herself up. Lauren listened as small moans came from the bathroom until Sammie let out a loud, “Oh fuck”. Five minutes later, Sammie emerged from the bathroom, perfectly dressed, and smiled at Lauren sitting on the bed, fully clothed, swiping through her phone.

  “So, what’s up with you and the baby bruh?” Lauren laughed.

  “Don’t play me, sis. You know PHenox is my bae. We're not together or anything, but she’s fun. Why?” Sammie knew Lauren was on some messiness.

  “She was in the hotel bar Thursday night with Janelle. Rubbing all on her lil fatty in front of the other bruhs,” Lauren kept her eyes locked on her phone, continuing to swipe.

  She fell on the bed next to Lauren. “Good for her because Janelle has a nice fat ass, and if she didn’t, I probably would.”

  Lauren shot Sammie a dagger stare but quickly softened and chuckled, “You’re funny.”

  “Shit, let me get back to my room. I have a date tonight with PHenox,” she jumped up, dancing across the room.

  “Make sure you are protecting yourself,” Lauren laughed.

  “From what? You?” She licked her lips, “I think that ship has sailed, don’t you?”

  “No, from the other pussies sitting on PHenox's face,” Lauren responded. “Now it’s time for you to go. It’s almost midnight. I have a long day tomorrow.”

  “And I have a face to sit on,” Sammie headed towards the door. She kissed Lauren on the lips. “Bye, sis.”

  “Love you, bye,” Lauren closed her hotel room door. She leaned against it and ran her hands across her body, caressing her nipples, inner thighs, and neck. She was still horny but shook it off, took a deep breath, and started going through her clothes. Tomorrow morning, she had a meeting with Melinda. She still hadn’t figured out who she was talking about. Then, the family outing most of the day. After that, the club and her night to herself and her boo. Sunday morning was closing the event, goodbyes, then to the airport. She pulled off her clothes and underwear and stuffed them into the dirty clothes side of her suitcase before stuffing it back into the closet. She grabbed a towel and turned on the shower.

  Chapter 5

  Lauren was having breakfast when Melinda knocked on her hotel room door the next morning. “Come in.”

  “Good morning,” she sat down next to Lauren. “How’s your morning?”

  “Let’s get to it, Melinda,” Lauren hurried her along.

  “Ok, right to it. Well, it’s Kelsey,” Melinda sighed. “She’s getting around.”

  “What the hell does that mean, Melinda? Are your bois getting their panties in a bunch over her?” Lauren made fun of the bruhs but knew Kelsey had been needy over the last few months, and she wasn’t getting the added attention from Lauren, so it had to come from somewhere.

  “They can handle her, but she’s getting a reputation. I don’t want any of your ladies to have that look with my org, but I can’t make them stop sleeping with her. Is there anything you can do?” she asked.

  “Why do I have to do anything? It’s okay for the bruhs to sleep with her knowing all the other bruhs she’s been with, but then they want to talk shit about her because they are all choosing to sleep with her one right after the other?” Lauren smirked. “Does that make sense to you?”

  “That’s a, no?” Melinda asked.

  “If you can’t stop them from sleeping with her, what makes you think I can stop her from sleeping with them? Technically, she isn’t doing anything wrong. It’s not getting in the way of official business, right?” Lauren leaned in.

  “Right,” Melinda reluctantly agreed.

  “Explain to me what we are discussing again. We should be discussing your bruhs verbal abuse towards Kelsey. The way we speak about our family members is in the bylaws. So, what are you going to do about that?” Lauren knew Melinda didn’t want that response, but with everything going on with her and Kelsey, talking to her about the bruhs she was sleeping with was the last thing she wanted to do.

  “I have a meeting planned for next week once everyone is settled in back home,” Melinda reassured Lauren.

  “Great, well, it looks like you have everything under control. Thank you for taking the time to come to me with your concerns. My door is always open if you ever need help with your role as president again.” Lauren walked her to the door. “I’ll see you in the city today.”

  “See you soon,” she said, shaking her head and starting down the hotel hallway. It always took her off guard when she talked to Lauren. How she could turn any situation in her favor was mind-boggling.

  Lauren sat back down to finish her breakfast. She was pleased with how she handled the situation. She was sure this would become something more, but it didn’t. She quickly cleaned up and headed to the hotel lobby to meet everyone else for their family outing.

  “MA’AM, HERE ARE YOUR tags for your chairs and umbrellas. Is there anything else we can do for you?” the sun reflected off the black waves of this dark-skinned young man.

  “No, that’s all. Thank you.” Lauren tossed a few dollars in the tip jar the young man kept looking at. She walked towards the group of chairs and umbrellas she rented for the sorors. She counted them off individually as the sorors put their claim on them.

 

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