A misunderstood look

“Told you!” One whispered to the other.

“You were right Della,” whispered the second. “Your gaydar was spot on as usual.”

The two women engaged in light conversation until Emma led Johnni away from the table.

“I’ll tell ya Cathy,” Della said as soon as the others were out of earshot, “You know better than to doubt me.”

The woman named Cathy rolled her eyes. “Bitch, I said you were right,” she laughed.

The women had been debating Johnni’s sexual preferences since she walked in. Della was convinced that Johnni was one hundred percent lesbian, whereas Cathy figured she was bi.

Della smirked. “I’ve known dozens of women like her. Questioning herself her whole life. Probably tried kissing her best friend in junior high and got rejected. Fucked and sucked as many guys as possible through high school to convince herself that she was straight. Finally took getting pregnant to realize who she is.”

Cathy slowly nodded her head. “More than likely. Figuring out you like other women isn’t always easy.”

“True, but what are we going to do about it now that we know she plays for our team?”

Cathy paused to consider the situation. “Truth be told, when she first came in she had that soft butch look about her, and you know that’s not my thing. But once Sara and Bev got through with her, she’s a pure femme.”

Della was practically drooling by this point. “Mmmmmmmm. Put her in a short skirt and some heels, I’d be all over her!”

“Same! So, we’re both obviously interested.” Cathy considered the possibilities before continuing. “Thousand bucks says I’ll have her bouncing on my strap-on before you get her involved in your twisted bondage games.”

“Oh, you’re on!” Della replied. “Time frame?”

“Let’s say by the end of the month, that’s what, three weeks?”

“Deal!”

And with that, the predators set about chasing their prey.