Playing Hard To Get

“What?!” She sat up quickly, the sheet and a tired arm falling from her chest. “What the hell?” she hollered, looking around.

“You okay?” She felt someone sit up beside her and looked. It was Lynn, her little breasts sweeping against the sheets.

Tasha looked down and her breasts were out too.

“Whaaat?!” Tasha jumped up and she was standing on the bed. To her right was Lynn, sitting up and wiping her eyes. To her left was Bobby. Empty champagne bottles and glasses were all over the floor. “Oh, my God!”

“Calm down,” Lynn warned, reaching out to Tasha.

“Calm down? What the fuck? What the fuck is this?” She jumped off the bed and looked around for her clothes. “I—I—”

“Tasha, calm down. You can stay,” Lynn said.

“Stay? Stay? I don’t know where I’m at. I can’t stay here.” She found her shirt and slid it on. “Look, I don’t know what happened but…What did happen? Because I…you know…I’m not a…”

“Nothing happened.”

“Nothing?”

“I mean, we kissed…we made out, but you passed out,” Lynn said, her face washed in disappointment.

“But I was naked…and you…and her…” Tasha pointed to Bobby. “Y’all are naked too.”

“You were kirking out.”

“Kirking out?” Tasha asked, trying to remember what happened at the party. The last thing she recalled was looking at Bobby’s earrings. “But I didn’t even swallow the pill.”

“I don’t know. You must’ve swallowed a little bit,” Lynn said. “You kissed me and the next thing I know, you were shaking and shoving my hands down your pants.”

Tasha covered her mouth. She’d heard of people having this reaction with ecstasy before. The drug made their bodies incredibly sensitive to touch and without it, they just starting rocking and shaking, sucking their thumbs.

“We didn’t want to leave you alone. You were in no condition to drive home,” Lynn went on, “so we had two options—take you to the hospital or give you what you wanted.”

“And you thought this was it?” Tasha shouted. Bobby turned over in the bed and said some jibberish but didn’t wake up.

“It sounded like a good idea,” Lynn said. “Look, we were messed up. We thought if we just held you, you’d fall asleep. Shit, it worked.”

“Well, it could’ve worked with our clothes on!” Tasha found her shoes and jeans.

“Well, Bobby said something about body heat….”

“Body heat?” Tasha wrestled her jeans up and slid her shoes on. “Look, this is crazy. This is—”

“Tasha, I didn’t force you to do anything. I thought you wanted to be here. You kissed me.”

“I was high!”

“You said you were fine. You said you could hang.”

“Look, I know you said you all get down and do the freaky, but that ain’t me, honey. You got the wrong one. So, if that’s what this was all about, the whole business thing, then we can stop it right now.” Tasha looked at Lynn and in her face she saw a lack of registry, of care. “Oh, my God, that’s what this was about? You didn’t want to start a business with me. You wanted to get in my pants.”

“I thought you were playing hard to get. Once a party girl, always a party girl,” Lynn said as Bobby rolled over again and rested her head on Lynn’s lap. “It’s just a new club.”

7

Women are never stronger than when they arm themselves with their weaknesses.

—Madame Marie du Deffand