Getting Into Something
The Clovers flashed cheesy grins one more time for the assembled
photographers, clutching the oversized cheque, before dispersing in groups
of twos and threes, still buzzing at their victory as they headed towards
the bus that would take them back to the hotel.
As Isis gathered up her sports bag, she caught one of the Rancho Carne Toros
approaching her - that dark haired chick that always seemed to be at the
Captain's shoulder. She didn't seem to be a stuck up bitch like some of the
others. The rest of the Toros squad was packing up their gear as the girl
Isis stood to her full height. "Hey."
"Just wanna say congrats. That was a tight routine."
Isis shrugged, with a brief upturn of her lips. "Thanks."
"Anyway, I gotta - " The girl gestured towards her team-mates.
"You guys are staying at the same hotel as us, the West Beach, right?" Isis
asked, and continued on the girl's nod. "We're having a party tonight, Room
407. Y'all are welcome to come." Isis folded her arms. "And don't worry, you
won't be the only white girls there."
"Right," the girl said, backing away with a smirk, "might see you there. I'm
Missy, by the way."
As Missy turned to go, Isis watched her, drinking up the sight of strong
calves and firm thighs. Damn. She shook her head in amusement, and lifted
her bag to her shoulder.
The party was in full swing by the time the Toros arrived sans Courtney and
Whitney who'd muttered something about fraternising with the enemy. Missy
had her own ideas about why those two had opted to avoid the party and they
were mostly pornographic. No matter what Torrance, Les and Jan said to the
contrary, Courtney and Whitney definitely made Missy's gaydar ping big time.
For supposedly straight girls they spent a hell of a lot of time holding
hands and touching each others hair.
As the rest of the squad dispersed and mingled, Missy headed straight for
the punch bowl, and filled up a plastic cup with the suspiciously lurid
green liquid. She could smell the alcohol before it even reached her lips.
"Jesus," she muttered under her breath, "what's in this stuff?"
"Trust me, you don't wanna know."
Missy turned around. Isis seemed taller out of the cheerleader outfit, legs
impossibly long and slim in her tight blue jeans. "Pretty potent, huh?"
Missy put the cup down on the table. "Maybe I'll pass - I kinda value my
"There's a soda dispenser in the hall. You want a Pepsi?"
Missy nodded, watching Isis slip past pockets of people only to return a few
minutes later with two cans, one of which she handed to Missy.
"Thanks." Their fingers brushed in the exchange and Missy popped the can
open quickly and took a long drink. Aware of Isis's glossy dark eyes upon
her, suddenly Missy was damn thirsty.
Around eleven the music got turned up - hip hop and R'n'B blasted out the
stereo - and pretty soon the room was crowded with people dancing, laughing
and catcalling over the music. Those wanting conversation were out in the
hall but the bathroom was quieter and, somehow in the last hour, Isis had
found herself gradually gravitating towards it. She'd been talking to Missy
the whole time and it didn't really seem weird to finally shut the door over
for some privacy.
The muffled noise of the party could still be heard beyond the door but
inside the bathroom it was calm and cool.
"I'm surprised the God Squad from Texas hasn't complained yet," Missy
remarked, nodding beyond the door.
"Are you kidding? Those girls party harder than anyone. In fact, they were
starting Spin the Bottle in the next room last time I checked."
"No shit?" Missy chuckled and raised her eyebrows. She looked at Isis
speculatively. "So, what do you do for fun when you're not jumping around in
an obscenely tiny skirt?"
Isis shrugged, hooking her thumbs into the belt loops of her jeans. "Hang
out, go to movies, shop. The usual stuff."
"And... have you got a girlfriend?"
There was a pause before Isis answered, struggling to conceal her burgeoning
smile, and shook her head. She had a beautiful smile, which Missy hadn't
really noticed before since in their previous encounters Isis had always
looked pretty pissed off. Not that Missy could blame her. "How'd you know?"
"I got a knack. Plus, I noticed you checking me out back there."
Isis looked only mildly affronted. "That obvious?"
Missy laughed and took a step closer so that she was firmly in the other
girl's personal space. "I'm not one for subtlety anyway so I'm just gonna go
ahead and kiss you." Without another word she reached up and curled her
fingers around Isis's neck, drawing full lips down to her own. She felt
hands stroke a warm path down her sides before coming to rest on her hips
and opened her mouth for the first sweep of Isis's tongue. She tasted so
It couldn't have been more than a minute before the was a loud bang on the
door and a pained voice that sounded a lot like Les yelled, "Could you hurry
up in there please?"
They broke apart with sheepish grins. "I guess we should vacate the
facilities," Missy said slightly breathlessly.
"Mm-hmm," Isis agreed with half-lidded eyes, nerves still flaring down the
length of her body. "But I wanna do that again so he can wait."
The next morning the Clovers filed onto the waiting bus, some worse for wear
than others and most of them hiding behind dark glasses. Isis stood in the
parking lot with Missy. She sucked at goodbyes. Most of the time she had
this noble, aloof thing going on but it was difficult to maintain with a
bus-load of her squad mates with their faces practically glued to the
Missy motioned towards the bus. "Looks like we got an audience."
Isis gave a rueful smirk. "Uh-huh."
There was a short silence and Missy squinted against the sun. "Y'know, I
could maybe drive up next weekend. We could hang out or whatever. If you
"I want," Isis said with a smile and glanced quickly over her shoulder at
the bus. "And get your cute white ass over here so we can really give them
something to stare at." She tugged Missy towards her by the front of her
low-slung jeans, knuckles grazing the warm skin of Missy's stomach.
"Mmmn, baby..." Missy teased before Isis kissed her thoroughly in front of
the bus, the hotel and a bunch of Christian cheerleaders from Texas with