Shareeka

You give the bar where Shareeka works a call. They tell you she won't be in until later. So you head there right away.

You drink. You wait. You replay the day's events in your mind. And you can't help but think of the events to come. Shareeka and Daisy tangled together. Dark black flesh and pale white flesh as you watch.

Then Shareeka comes in, wearing a midriff exposing top and a pair of tight jeans. You do your best to corner her and explain the situation but it's a bar and she's busy, and constantly interrupted.

To be honest she doesn't seem that into it. Or she doesn't seem like she believes you. You could understand if it was the latter.

"The chick from Star Wars?" She asks suspiciously after you've finished the entire explanation. You nod. "The skinny white girl from Star Wars? You're serious?"

You nod again. "You're a fan?"

"You think black lesbians don't like Star Wars?" Shareeka smiles.

You don't really have a response for that. "I dunno. I figure you like other naughty girls though."

"Honey. There is no way this girl you're talking about is naughty. Not really. But I could fix that. Damn, the things I'd do to her..." She shakes her head. "You're talking about tonight? This is supposed to be happening tonight?"

Finally she seems a little eager. Your excitement wakes up a bit. Your cock stands a bit. "Yes. Tonight."

Shareeka takes a deep breath. "I can't do it."

You're shocked and so very disappointed. "What? Why?"

"Plans."

"Cancel them."

"Can't."

You roll your eyes, "What could be more important than this. Than fucking Daisy Ridley?"

Shareeka gives you a look while pouring a drink as if she's going to say something that'll shock you. And she does. "House sitting."

"House sitting?" You're incredulous

"Promised a friend. I keep my promises."

"You can't just leave it be?"

"Well if that was the case, she wouldn't have asked me to house sit, would she? She's got pets and shit. They need medicine and shit. Life is messier than your celebrity sex fantasies."

How disappointing. "But..."

"Sorry hon. Looks like I gotta find myself a skinny white bitch some other time. And you've got to find yourself a different dyke. But it's Hollywood, you probably know lots of them." And with that she walks off to help a customer.

And you're already texting Sammie. A backup plan that quickly falls short.

'You have plans tonight?' you text

'Yes. In Austin. Where I am.' she responds.

And that's it, you think. You're out of options. Oh well, it was worth a try. You'll just have to show up with yourself, hoping that Daisy's porn choice wasn't a hint as to what she really wants. Hoping that Daisy Ridley won't toss you out on a count of the fact that you have a cock.

When Shareeka returns to you with a thought. "Here's your only option" She says, sliding in from your periphery. "You do my house sitting."

"What?"

"We switch places." She explains. "You do my thing, and I do yours. I'll tell you everything that happened tomorrow. I'll give you every nasty detail."

You can't possibly be expected to agree to that. You can't possibly give up your once shot with Daisy. Then again, could you let your one shot with Daisy end in embarrassment? If she really expects you to bring a girl...

You're conflicted.