FoA S2 Chapter 6

It’s late, but not too late yet. The clubhouse is wild, full of drunk women thirsting for Lotte. You make your way past all that to the meeting room, where Stef and Carla wait with Jan and a woman you don’t know.

She’s tall, pale, and busty, wearing a pinstripe suit so tight that it looks painted on. Her smooth legs are covered by black pantyhose, and her hair is black, as are the thick glasses that she wears. She sits with her legs crossed, a neutral expression on her face.

“Sit,” Stef says brusquely, and you take a seat. For once, Jan looks halfway serious.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“What’s going on is that you and Jan both have charges against you,” Carla says.

Right. Jan got busted with merch—that’s what led to all this trouble in the first place. And now you got caught red-handed for public lewdness for kissing Riley in the middle of Gurlberg. At least Riley got away, but you have no defense.

“This is our attorney, Iris,” Stef says, nodding to the woman with glasses, who smiles at you. “Iris?”

“Adella, you have no priors and it’s a misdemeanor charge. If we take it to trial it could go either way. It’s just the word of one cop, and they don’t have the identity of the other person, so who’s to say it wasn’t a boy? You know.” She shrugs. “I might be able to win that, or I might not. It’s going to depend on the judge and how they feel about Free Gurls. Even if you don’t have prior convictions, you do wear that.” She points at your vest. “Not everyone loves it.”

“I understand,” you say.

“We can plead it down. Even if they get you at trial, you’re looking at a year of probation at most. So it’s not that bad. I can probably get that down to three months. Three months of probation wouldn’t be so bad for you, but then you’d have that conviction on your record. That would be bad. So you have a choice to make. Fight it or take it?”

You nod, swallowing. That’s not an easy choice.

“Jan,” Iris says, turning her attention to the big woman. “It’s a lot worse for you.”

“I know,” Jan replies, taking a drink of beer.

“They have you dead to rights and there won’t be a plea deal. Best case scenario, one year. Worst? Five. You’d be out in two, but that’s still a bitch,” Carla said.

Jan nods, looking resigned.

“That’s the long and short of it,” Iris says, tapping the table with her finger.

“OK, thank you. Goodnight,” Stef tells her.

Iris rises gracefully to her feet. She touches your shoulder as she passes.

“Nice to meet you,” she says, and you watch her swaying hips as she leaves.

“Shit,” you say once the door is closed.

“Don’t tell me this spooks you,” Stef says.

“It just sucks,” you reply.

“It’s fine, Adella. We aren’t doing time. Not over this,” Carla tells you confidently, shooting Jan a look. “If it was an **** charge or a real crime, we would do what we had to do. But no Free Gurl is going to be convicted of kissing a girl or having a van full of vibrators. We’re going to get these charges dropped. It’s the Fourth of July Weekend. You know what that means?”

“What?” you ask.

“Nadia, the prosecutor—her daughter, Nina, is coming home from Harvard,” Stef tells you. “Nina takes after her mother. She’s not picky about what she likes, and she loves annoying Ellen. You bet your ass she’s going to be at Goldfinger every night that she’s in town.”

“Does she like older women?” you ask.

“I don’t know, and it doesn’t matter,” Stef says. “We aren’t on good terms with Ellen and Nadia, but we used to be friends. We aren’t going near their kids. You, young, beautiful, no connection to them—are another story.”

“What’s the plan?” you ask.

“You, Fang, and Caroline. You’ll all go to Goldmember and take your shot. She’ll like one of you. We don’t know what her type is, but Fang is the cute one, Caroline is the cool one, and you’re the… goldilocks one. Just right, in the middle,” Stef says, pointing at you.

“Take her home and show her a good time. We’ll get a recording of that, and that’ll be enough to convince Nadia to drop these two charges. They aren’t **** charges. The prosecutor is elected by the people. She can’t have a sex tape of her daughter doing sinful things with another girl,” Carla explains with a shrug. “It would be a scandal that would ruin her shot at being elected again.”

“Dirty tactics,” you say.

“They started it,” Stef says with a wave of her hand. “Will you handle this? For Jan?”

You look over at Jan, whose grip is tight on her beer bottle.

“Of course,” you say. “She’d do the same for me.”

“I would,” Jan says, sighing. That’s the whole point of this club. You have each other’s backs.

“Get with Caroline and Fang tomorrow, Adella. Do some clothes shopping. You have a date with Nina. Competition will be stiff in there on a holiday weekend. A lot of dykes with a lot more experience than you will be going after a fresh college girl,” Carla warns.

“Get in there first,” Stef adds.

“I got it,” you say.

“Did you take care of CCL?” Carla asks.

“Caroline’s on it. By now the show’s over. She’s probably in the middle of a four-way right now,” you say.

Stef and Carla perk up. “With who?”

“A couple of skinny girls and a pretty Australian girl,” you say, remembering. “They made us like… trib up and rub our cocks together, then they lubed up their feet and were messing with us? I guess their fans wanted to see feet? I don’t get it,” you say.

Carla licks her lips and pats Stef’s hand. “We should go next time. Let the young ones have a night off.”

“If my wife finds out I so much as thought about going to CCL house, she’ll kill me with an ax,” Stef replies.

“She doesn’t have to know.”

“Caroline has all the luck,” Carla says wistfully.

“We did a foursome once.”

“We did?”

“With Nadia and Ellen,” Stef says.

“That wasn’t a foursome. That was just having sex in the same room,” Carla corrects her. “And it was a fivesome because Mary was watching from the closet.”

“Was she?”

“You didn’t know?”

“No.” Stef laughs. “Mary. Mary, Mary, Mary.”

“What if your wife knew that you were still carrying a torch for Mary after all these years?” Carla asks Stef playfully.

You stand up quickly. “Can I leave?”