The Zebra Club

"Hey sis!" Carrie said, hugging Cassie hard. It was the first time Cassie was visiting since she moved out to Atlanta. Cassie hugged Carrie back, and gave Jerome a hug as well.

"My, my sis. The pics didn't do him justice. Why sir, you are giving me the vapors," Cassie said, mock fanning herself playfully. Carrie rolled her eyes.

"So what are you two ladies doing tonight?" Jerome asked amiably.

"I thought I'd take her to The Zebra Club," Carrie said, her eyes gleaming.

***

The Zebra Club specialized in black men and white women. It wasn't long before the voluptuous, alabaster skinned Cassie was getting attention from several admirers.

"They are ... persistent," Cassie complained.

"Hey, be more open minded," Carrie said. "If you don't spread your wings a little, you'll end up with that loser Joshie."

"Joshie isn't so bad," Cassie said, squeaking as a random man squeezed her ass.

***

When Carrie went to the restroom, she had difficulty finding Cassie. After twenty minutes of searching, she found Cassie in the back room with one of the band members, Marvin, who played the saxophone. They were kissing heavily, and Cassie's hand was on his inner thigh. Carrie smiled, exiting quietly.