A Void Dance

Chapter 1 - CJ

Another Friday night at Sapphos! Every Friday I meet my friends here. Sapphos is the premiere LGBTQ club in LA and my playground. Sapphos is a converted department store with two levels. The atmosphere is all red and dark wood. The bar is off to the right side of the door along the wall in the shape of an L along the next wall. The backdrop to the bar is typical mirrored walls with built-in shelves covered with various liqueur bottles lit with LED lights that usually fit whatever theme the night is. In the center on the first floor is the stage/dance floor.

My friends and I meet here on Fridays because that's drag king night. What brings in a thirsty girl looking for fun faster than a hot stud with a fake beard? I know it sounds like an oxymoron, being that it's a gay club, but I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As a sexy, androgynous, blonde skater stud with ocean eyes myself, these shows gift wrap girls for me like it's freaking Christmas! The best girls are, of course, out-of-towners because I can fuck them and never see them again.

I have two philosophies in life. One: no kissing on the mouth. It's too intimate for my liking. Two: Never sleep with the same girl twice. Women are complicated, and I have no interest in complications, but obviously, I have no issue with enjoying a little sensual pleasure as well. My friends would describe me as either a player or a slut. But, I look at it this way can't be a player if the chick knows it's just a fuck and I am a slut, but why not be when there are so many beautiful women to touch!

I head over to our usual table and find, as usual, I am late. I sit between my roommate and best friend Dani and Fletch, the resident non-binary therapist or psychiatrist—I can't remember which one they are in school for. Dani is the mama bear of our group. I assume being the oldest at 42 makes her feel like she has to, but it fits her nurturing spirit well. Dani has short brown hair that is long on top and kind light brown eyes.

Tonight, she is using those eyes to glare at me. "What's got your knickers in a twist, grandma?" I ask. In response, Dani punches me in the arm. "Ouch! That might have made me mad if I didn't love you so much!" I say with a smirk. "Your stalker is looking for you again," she says with disapproval in her eyes. "Sounds like a her problem," I say with a shrug. "CJ, one of these days, you're going to mess with the wrong girl," Fletch interjects. "At least I am messing with a woman, many!" I say. Fletch rolls their eyes. "Your abandonment issues are showing," Fletch says with a smirk. "Don't try to shrink me, doc. I am pleased with my choices, thank you."

Fletch is a short, poindexter-looking type with styled short black hair and green eyes. Glasses make them look as bright as they are. Fletch is painfully shy and says they have no interest in relationships to avoid having to talk to a woman. "So, Fletch, if my being a slut is an abandonment issue, what's your excuse?" I ask with a laugh. Fletch glowers at me and says nothing.

"The resident troublemaker has arrived!' Jessy exclaims as she slaps my shoulder. Jessy sits on the other side of Fletch, her almost military-short black hair shining from the hair gel generously slathered on it. Jessy also has glasses with dark brown eyes and dresses like a dad. Jessy is my bro. We can always have a good laugh at Fletch's expense.

"Nothing wrong with a little trouble," Cloe drawls in her Aussie accent as she comes over to hug me. Cloe is a beautiful woman with chocolate milk skin and honey eyes. Her hair frames her face like a lion's mane, neatly styled with tight, shiny black curls. With an infectious, bubbly personality, she is the life of all parties unless her husband, Jax, is around. Jessy and Cloe are best friends, like no-boundaries ride-or-die types. It is admirable, honestly.

"Miss Mads, you gonna say hi to me?" I say, throwing up my hands with mock hurt. She puts one finger up to silence me while she talks on her phone. Her red hair shines off the lights in the club, but her green eyes look serious, almost angry. " Handle it," she growls and hangs up. "Hi, CJ," she grumbles. "Oh c'mon, Mads, it's Friday!" I exclaim. "It's never really Friday for me. I need a fucking vacation, I swear!" she says with frustration. "And to think you racked up student loans to hate your job," I say, quirking my eyebrow in mock query. "CJ suck my dick," Mads says snidely. "Only if it's yours," I say with a wink, sticking my tongue out suggestively. Mads laughs. "CJ, I love you, but you couldn't handle me." I shrug with a smile. She's not wrong.