Prologue
It is the last few days of May in the Cherry Hill neighbourhood of Baltimore and for Charisma and Tanika it is going to be a summer they will never forget. Both women grew up in the area, attending the same school and both are twenty-one years of age. Although they grew up in close proximity of each other they never mixed at school and while they frequent same of the same clubs and find themselves at some of the same parties they have never spoken.
They are aware of each other, of course, and both being unashamedly queer, there is something of an attraction between them – unspoken and never acted upon but there bubbling under the surface.
Then there is Channelle. The Ink Witch tattoo shop has been open for two years now and owned by Channelle who is a very promising tattoo artist in the Baltimore scene. At twenty-six years of age Channelle is older and wiser than both Charisma and Tanika but she is also loud, brash, uninhibited and often a little too impulsive. Channelle is also queer and very vocal about it.
Charisma and Tanika both know Channelle, often seeing her at parties and nightclubs and both women are very attracted to her. This is where the trouble begins as both women have decided to make their intentions known at the same time. Both women find themselves flirting with Channelle – often at the same time – leading to a growing tension between them.
For her part Channelle is attracted to them both and loves the attention they are giving her and the idea of having two women fighting over her, to this end she stokes the fires and plays them against each other helping to further increase the tension between them.
Over the course of the summer tensions spill over and Charisma and Tanika find themselves on a journey that neither of them would, or could, have ever predicted.
This is an account of what happened between Charisma and Tanika and is told in several different styles ranging from more traditional storytelling elements to diary exerts and text message conversations.
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Charisma
Playing to the camera
Poolside
Charisma is twenty-one African American and petite standing at five foot four. She is proud of her orange locs that she mostly wears down but sometimes tied up, depending on what she is doing. She wears a nose ring and likes to accessorize with bracelets and necklaces. Her clothing style is short and daring fits that show off her legs and her flat tummy, she particularly favours crop tops and daringly short skirts.
Charisma has 4 siblings, 2 sisters and 2 brothers, and is the youngest of them. She is a product of the ghetto and will not back down from a fight. She came out as gay at an early age and is not afraid of her sexuality. She is confident, determined and open to new experiences. Sher loves to party and frequents the local nightclubs almost every weekend where she is most likely on the dance floor with her friends.
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Tanika
Posing for a selfie
Holiday mode
Like Charisma, Tanika is a Baltimore native and shares a lot of Charismas traits – she is also twenty-one, she is also petite at five foot four and is also gay and very out. Tanika is very ghetto, and her language and personality reflect this. She is not afraid to fight if she feels she needs to and never backs down from a challenge. Her bright pink locs are her trademark and her fashion sense is whatever she feels comfortable in as long as it shows
off her body. She is a wild child and loves the attention of pretty women and is a regular in the Baltimore gay scene.
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Channelle
At The Ink Witch
Clubbing
Channelle is twenty-five and has lived in Baltimore since she was eleven, she owns her own tattoo shop and is considered a rising star in the local tattoo scene. Channelle is attracted to the alternative lifestyle and leans heavily into it. At twenty-six she is more mature than both Tanika and Charisma but is also brash, loud, uninhibited and impulsive, sometimes too impulsive.
She does not have trouble attracting women to her and is very confident in her skin and is very forward and flirtatious. She is attracted to both Tanika and Charisma but also loves the idea of having them both competing for her. She knows it is wrong to encourage their rivalry but equally the thought that they might even fight over her is too much of a thrill to deny.
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A selection of Charismas diary entries
June 5th
Right. Operation Channelle is underway – yes diary I know, its completely dorky but OMG have you seen her smile? It could melt glaciers. The cute way she tilts her head when she is listening to someone, that little crinkle around her eyes when she laughs and that body… I need her in my bed.
NOW.
We met up for drinks tonight at a cozy little jazz lounge that she recommended. It was perfect, low lighting, mood music and Channelle wearing the shortest dress I have ever seen. I wanted to drag her into the toilet cubicle and…
But of course Tanika had to show up.
I definitely did not invite her and I shot her a dirty ass glare as she sat down but she fired back a totally sarcastic little smile.
AND.
She sat right next to Channelle and spent the night touching her arm, laughing at her jokes. That bitch knows what she is doing. She is sooo fucking needy its embarrassing.
June 12th
Again – I could scream.
Tanika must know that me and Charisma are on the verge of getting into something – I mean its not like we are hiding it from people. Shaniqua invited me to the Sky Bar tonight for cocktails and I ran into Channelle.
She was with Tanika.
The two of them where deep in conversation when I saw them and I did not like the way Tanika kept rubbing up against Channelle. But it gave me a chance to interrupt and yes I paid back Tanika’s dirty look with an equally sarcastic smile of my own as I stood next to Channelle and casually put my arm round her waist.
OMG I thought Tanika was going to explode.
June 19th
So it is Channelles birthday next month and I need to find something perfect, you know the kind of gift that is thoughtful and unique and will get her into my bed.
June 26th
Fuck
I saw Tanika and Channelle having lunch today – the little skank is not going away. Clearly Channelle like her but I KNOW she likes me as well so I guess it is a competition now. If Tanika pushes me too far she is going to regret it.
July 3rd
Ok so…Channelle invited me over to hers tonight to watch a movie. I thought it would just be me and her and we were literally moving in for a kiss when her doorbell went.
Fucking Tanika.
We spent the whole evening making sarcastic comments to each other and three times we “accidently” bumped into each other. There is no way Channelle didn’t notice the tension between us – I think at this point she is enjoying it and encouraging it, but I am not backing down now.
July 24th
Just got back from Channelles birthday party – alone. I mean she loved the gift I got her but that little skank stole my thunder. She arrived late wearing practically nothing and basically monopolized Channelle for the whole night. At one point she was whispering into Channelles ear with her hand running up and down her back. It was all I could do not to rip those nasty pink locs out of her head.
July 31st
I am done Diary, I am not playing this game anymore. The next time I see Tanika I am going to tell her to back the fuck off.
And if she doesn’t?
Then I am going to drag that bitch
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A selection of Tanikas Diary Entries
June 3rd
God Channelle is intoxicating, that throaty laugh, those lips, that body… I want her soooo badly. I have been in and out of her shop so often lately that she must think I work there lol. I mean she doesn’t seem to be complaining though -especially when she gets all up close to me as we are talking.
I am in lust with her.
June 5th
So I saw Channelle tonight at the Jazz Lounge, my friend Maya works the bar and text me that she was there with someone – I had to see for myself. When I got there I found her and Charisma in a little booth in the corner. Obviously I ordered a drink and gate crashed, Channelle didn’t mind but Charisma shot me a super dirty look – like that bitch is going to scare me away.
I made certain to sit next to Channelle – a little message to Charisma to back off.
June 12th
It is starting to get not funny now – I asked Channelle to the Sky Bar and we were getting along great when Charisma turned up and barged in. I swear that trifling little ho must have sixth sense, how else would she know we were there, and I don’t buy her story of turning up by coincidence. The bitch stood right next to Channelle and wrapped her arm round her waist. I’m not even joking – I hate that little bitch.
July 3rd
Things have escalated – Channelle invited me and Charisma to hers for a movie night. We spent the entire time making snide comments to each other and bumping into each other – very passive aggressive but it
definitely feels like things have gone up a notch. Channelle is clearly loving it.
July 10th
Tonight at the Viper Rooms went well, I was there with Maya and Janille when I ran into Channelle. We got a drink and then found ourselves on the dance floor and ended up in a dark little corner of the club wrapped around each other making out like mad. If her friend hadn’t interrupted us who knows what would have happened.
It feels like me and Channelle are starting something.
July 24th
Tonight was Channelle’s birthday party – I arrived fashionably late wearing the shortest, daringist outfit possible, Channelle’s face was a picture when she saw me (so was Charismas) and she spent most of the night with me. I could almost feel the hate pouring off Charisma.
July 31st
So a friend told me that Charisma has been bad mouthing me to people around the neighbourhood and telling them I am too dumb to see that her and Channelle are together.
I swear to god that skank is going to catch my hands.
*****
August 2nd, Baltimore
The street shimmered in the afternoon heat, the air hanging heavy with the faint scents of honeysuckle and exhaust fumes as people went about their business on the corner of Cherry Hill Road and Veronica Avenue, the Cherry Hills Community Garden alive with the sounds of children shouting and dogs barking in the background.
Tanika and Charisma were both walking towards each other, not yet aware of the others presence. Charisma tugs at the hem of her denim shorts, the frayed edges scratching her thighs as Tanika is wiping her locs away from her eyes.
Lost in their own worlds they bump into each other.
“Oh excuse me” Charisma mumbled, automatically taking a step back. Her eyes flickered upwards and her apologetic smile died on her lips.
Tanikas face was set in a scowl. “Look who it is. Going for another tattoo consultation that you can’t afford, Charisma?
Charisma raised an eyebrow “You got a problem with me, or are you always this irritating?”
The disdain is Tanikas voice was like a slap. “I’m irritating? That’s rich coming from the needy bitch who can’t leave Channelle alone, really, it’s embarrassing.”
“Bitch, please”. Charisma fired back “Chantelle has no interest in you.”
Drawn by the escalating volume of their voices a crowd was growing around them, the faces of the onlookers a mixture of amusement and concern, several cameras pointing at the women to capture the drama.
“Flaunting yourself at every opportunity doesn’t make you an item honey, you low class street trash skank.”
Charisma took in a deep breath, a line was dangerously close to being crossed. “We sure seemed like an item when we was all over each other on her sofa before you turned up like the third wheel you always are.”
Tanika looked like she had been slapped and closed the distance between them. “Really Charisma, cause Channelle sure seemed like she wanted me when she couldn’t keep her hands off me in the Viper Rooms.”
Their voices rising in volume, the argument continued to escalate as more and more insults were traded.
“Bitch”
“Whore”
“Skank”
Mixed in with the insults, voices rippled through the crowd.
“What’s going on?”
“Sounds like they are fighting over another woman.”
“Young people have no shame these days.”
As more insults flew a chant of “Fight! Fight! Fight!" Erupted from the back of the crowd accompanied by whistles and catcalls.
Charisma moved first grabbing a handful of Tanikas hair and the two women were locked together as they stumbled against each other raining punches and swapping insults.
“Break it up ladies.” Two men moved between them finally pulling them apart. Both women fought to break free and get at each other, but they found themselves instead bundled in opposite directions.
“Go home, both of you.” one of the men barked.
Shaking with anger Tanika stormed down the street, every fibre in her being screaming at her to go back and finish what she and Charisma had started. Fading into the distance she could still hear Charismas voice shouting after her.
*****
Charismas Diary
August 2nd
That trifling low class bitch. I swear to god I almost lost it today, if those guys hadn’t pulled me off she would be in hospital right now.
She is lucky I didn’t rip her entire hair out. Next time I see that bitch I am going to re-arrange her face – no-one will save her next time.
OMG I feel like dragging her out of her house right now.
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Tanikas Diary
August 2nd
I almost ripped her orange-ass dreadlocks out of her skank head. I wanted to claw her eyes out, Diary. Scratch that smug look off her face.
She doesn’t know how lucky she was that those guys stepped between us when they did. I need to calm down or else I might just drag her out of her house tonight.
You know what I want to fight the bitch. Ima text her right now
*****
Text Messages sent between Tanika and Charisma
Tanika: You lucky those dudes pulled us apart bitch
Charisma: Really? Last I remember you was the one who ran off while I was still trying to get at you
Tanika: I didn’t run from nuthin you dumb bitch, I want you one on one with no-one else there to save you
Charisma: Keep runnin your mouth bitch, you must be smoking some strong shit if you think you can take me
Tanika: Your delusional hun, I will end you, you dirty skank
Charisma: Girl it’s a well known fact you are the neighbourhood bike
Tanika: Oh please your mumma is a slut and you following in her footsteps girl
Charisma: Bitch, mention my mum again and I will kill you
Tanika: You just a nasty bitch with a nasty attitude
Charisma: And you a dumb cunt with an std
Tanika: Oh your gonna catch these hands baby
Charisma: Any time any place babes
Tanika: Friday night 10pm the lot behind the mall, just me and you. No-one jumping in and no weapons
Charisma: Bet. Ima rip those nasty ass locs out of your head babes
Tanika: Bitch you are all bark and no bite. You goanna get dragged ho
Charisma: Bitch I’m going to beat the ho out of you. How about that?
Tanika: Remember that when I am beating on you
Charisma: Oh my god, you really think you are all that…no wonder Channelle wants me and not you
Tanika: Just like she wanted you when she was wrapped around me in the Viper Rooms, I can still taste her lipstick babes
Charisma: I tasted a lot more than that when she was on her couch with me
Tanika: You nasty bitch, I am going to fuck you up so bad Friday night.
Charisma: Why wait till Friday? Fight me tonight bitch
Tanika: Bitch I am down for that
Charisma: Behind the mall 30 minutes
Tanika: Be there
*****
August 2nd, 10.23pm
Charisma
The door closed with a soft click disturbing the quiet of the street, It was 10:23pm and a lone figure made her way through the small front garden and onto the street. Charisma walked with a purposeful stride, she wanted this after all the weeks of insults, sarcastic digs and of course the rivalry over Channelle. Her locs were tied up in a hasty bun and she wore a daringly short, checked skirt that barely reached past her thighs and a short-sleeved orange t-shirt.
She was ready for this; she was confident and ready to fight for and win Channelle. Tanika wasn’t the first women she had fought and probably wouldn’t be the last, growing up in Cherry Hill toughened her up at an early age. As she walked, she allowed the fight to play out in her mind, all the things she was going to do to her, how she was going to make her pay for kissing Channelle.
Her shoes slapped against the pavement as she walked past boarded up storefronts and graffiti strewn doorways, the mall was getting closer, and she moved faster – she wanted to get her hands on Tanika so badly. She wanted to make the bitch hurt for the argument that they had had earlier in the day and the insults they had swapped through their mobile phones. But mostly, she wanted to hurt Tanika for trying to steal Channelle from her.
It didn’t matter that Channelle had played her part in fuelling the fire between her and Tanika, what mattered was Tanika had not backed down. If Charisma didn’t stand up and fight, there would always be a Tanika moving in to take what she wanted.
As she rounded the corner she saw the mall standing before her and felt her phone buzzing in her handbag. It was a one-word message from Tanika.
“Here.”
She fired back a reply. “On my way.”
Getting a message from Tanika
Crossing the mall her skirt riding up her legs and threatening to reveal her red panties she headed towards the section of fencing with the gap that was large enough for her to squeeze through. Excitement coursed through her body and she almost broke into a run, but instead forced herself to walk the remaining distance.
She slipped through the fence into the empty lot, the lights from the mall barely reached this far meaning the area was bathed in shadow but most importantly it was deserted, no-one would interrupt them. She made her way deeper into the lot stepping on patches of cracked concrete, brown grass and mud looking for Tanika as she walked.
A movement in front of her and Tanika came into view. They stood a few feet apart each holding the others glare.
“You’re here.” Tanika said.
“So are you.” Charisma replied.
*****
Tanika
The lot stood dark and silent. A figure moves in the shadows, Tanika, shifting her weight as her eyes adjust to the darkness around her. The lot was a perfect choice for her and Charisma to meet, no-one knew they were here and no-one would disturb them.
She ran a hand over her hair making sure her locs were tied up, the red t-shirt riding up and revealing a black bra underneath. The denim mini skirt she wore was daringly short, but this was not a fashion choice, rather a decision to allow her body to be as free as possible and not in any way constricted.
She wanted Charisma here now, she wanted to be on her, showing her that she was tangling with the wrong woman. The thoughts of Charisma and Channelle together on Channelle’s sofa, of Charisma trying to push Tanika out was a fire that consumed her. Tonight she would make Charisma pay.
As she waited she imagined Charisma walking towards her and all the things she would do to her – she would make Charisma hurt. As the minutes wore on she worried that Charisma might not show and pulled her phone out to send a one word message to her rival.
“Here.”
“On my way.”
Messaging Charisma
She breathed deeply, relieved that Charisma was close. Excitement coursed through her body, waiting was always the hardest part but Charisma would be here soon. A rattle of the fence let her know Charisma had arrived and she made her way quietly towards her.
She stopped; Charisma was standing a few feet away both women meeting the others glare.
“You’re here.” Tanika said.
“So are you.” Charisma replied.
*****
They stand a few feet apart in the dark, empty lot. The occasional rustle of leaves and the distance hum of the city are the only sounds. Their eyes are locked as a silent message passes between them, it is time.
Charisma moves first taking off her necklace and watch placing them in her handbag on the floor. Tanika mirrors her movements as she removes her own jewellery and slides off her jacket, hair locs swaying gently as she moves. Facing each other once more they step out of their shoes.
They are ready to fight. The air between them crackles with tension, a powder keg waiting to explode.
They circle each other slowly eyes blazing and teeth bared, a breeze rattles the fence behind Tanika and Charisma grabs a hand full of her hair as they come together. Tanika hisses as her head is pulled back hard and rakes her nails down Charismas face. Together they stumble backwards into the fence, bodies pressed together, thighs brushing as they grapple with each other.
Tanika’s leg is hooked around Charismas as they roll against the metal of the fence, both women have handfuls of the others hair as they trade insults and punches. Charisma lands a hard blow to Tanika’s jaw and she responds with a punch of her own as Charisma feels her hair falling loose.
“Bitch, bitch, bitch” Tanika snarled as she threw punches
“You nasty Skank” Charisma hissed as she shoved Tanika head against the fence.
The punches stop as their bodies tangle together pulling hair and wrestling as they bounce each other off the fence. The two women fight for control, clumps of hair falling to the ground as they grunt and moan. Tanika’s top rides up revealing her bra as she shoves Charisma hard sending the other woman back and away from the fence.
They circle each other for a moment fists up and then come together again in a storm of punches, Tanika has a purple bruise blossoming on her left cheek and Charisma has a black eye but still the punches come. The sounds of the city in the distance are now drowned out to the sounds of punches landing and the cries and grunts of the two women.
“Bitch.”
“Ho.”
“Skank.”
Tanika had Charisma in a headlock as both women stumbled around in a clumsy circle, Charisma Grabs at Tanika’s locs pulling them out of their bun and as their feet tangle together they both fall to the floor in a jumble of arms and legs.
They roll around on the ground like wildcats, nails raking each other’s skin, legs and arms tangling together as more insults and curses fly from their mouths. Tanika straddles her slapping Charisma hard across the face, she thrashes under Tanika’s weight her skirt rising to reveal the red underwear that she is wearing, and Tanika is thrown off landing in a muddy patch of water.
Charisma is on her, rolling Tanika over so she is face down. Straddling her back Charisma grabs her hair and forces Tanika’s face into a muddy puddle of water. Tanika fights for breath as her mouth and nose fill with the dirty water. Charisma lifts her head out of the puddle before pushing it back in a second time.
“Swallow that, bitch.”
“Fuck you.” Tanika manages, her body bucking and thrashing beneath Charisma as her head is dunked into the puddle a third time. With a cry of pain Tanika bucks once more and Charisma is knocked off her. Tanika grabs her from behind and lets herself fall onto her back. Both women are looking up into the night sky and Tanika locks her legs around Charismas waist and an arm around her throat.
Now it is Charismas turn to fight for air, she scratches and pulls at Tanika’s arm but it is locked in tight. Their bodies writhe against the floor as Charisma struggles to break free and Tanika fights to keep her grip.
“Get…off…me…bitch.”
Dark spots are starting to encroach on Charismas vision, and she lets lose a viscous elbow that catches Tanika in the face, she cries out in pain releasing her hold on Charisma. They both roll away from each other before colliding again sprawling into the mud. They roll around screaming and clawing at each other, their clothes are torn, and they are covered in mud and dirt.
The fight continues for another ten minutes. Tanika is on top, then Charisma is on top, then they are wrapped together so tightly it is hard to tell where one ends and the other begins. As their movements become slower, and their breathing becomes more laboured the blows become less frequent. Eventually they are both on the back panting and breathing in large gulps of air.
Clumps of orange and pink hair litter the ground around them, their tops are torn and they are covered in mud and dirt. The scratches and bruises they are both wearing will serve both women as a reminder of what happened here.
Tanika stands slowly adjusting her skirt as she scans the lot for her shoes and her bag.
“This isn’t over.”
“I hate you.”
An hour later the lot is once again quiet and calm, the scraps of hair that the evening breeze picks up and tosses around the lot the only evidence of the confrontation between Charisma and Tanika.
*****
A selection of CCTV images from the mall security cameras that captured the late night meeting. The quality of the pictures is not great.
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The Viper Rooms
The bass throbbed and ebbed, a relentless pulse, a sensory overload that defined the neon-drenched chaos that was the Viper Rooms – one of Baltimore’s hottest gay clubs. The air was heavy with aromas of sweat, expensive perfume and liquor, bodies swayed and ground against each other on the dancefloor the flashing lights painting them in hues of emerald, magenta and sapphire. Charisma waited at the bar to order a drink and scanned the crowd as she did. Her orange locs perfectly framing her face and her daringly short dress threatening to expose her blue lace underwear and earning her admiring glances from other women.
Dressed to kill
Her smiled died on her lips as she caught sight of the bright pink locs that belonged to Tanika. Six people away she stood talking to a friend with her back to Charisma.
“Bitch.” She cursed under her breath.
It was three weeks since her and Tanika had fought behind the Cherry Hills Mall and they had managed to avoid each other since then. Neither woman had spoken to Channelle either, she had betrayed them both with a new plaything. A clink pulled her eyes away from Tanika, her drink. She picked up the rum and coke and downed it in one gulp, it did nothing to soothe the anger that was now coursing through her. Channelle may be gone but the hate between her and Tanika was not.
Putting down her glass she locked eyes with Tanika, she was wearing the too short denim mini skirt and black bikini top that she always seemed to favour at the clubs and parties Charisma would sometimes see her at. A volley of venomous glares cut through the noise of the club, and she stepped away from the bar as Tanika started towards her but her friend grabbed her arm and led her away from Charisma.
Getting ready to head out
Another drink in hand she headed back to her friends, a boisterous trio who were oblivious to Tanika’s presence at the club. They were laughing at a shared joke and Charisma tried to focus on their conversation and forget about Tanika.
Across the dancefloor Tanika watched Charisma with her friends, she blamed Charisma for Channelle and wanted to tangle with her again. The thoughts of the last encounter were still fresh, especially Charisma pushing her face into a puddle of water. She wanted to rip her hair out and tear her dress to shreds.
They skirted around each other for the next hour, throwing out dirty glances and silent challenges and doing their best to keep as much distance between themselves as they could.
At the bar ordering a glass of wine She could feel Charisma gaze boring into her and turned to face her. Twenty feet away Charisma glared at her with a look of total disdain, she said something to her friend, her eyes locked on Tanika and laughed before turning and moving onto the dance floor.
That was all it took.
She let the music wash over her as she moved with the rhythm, her eyes closed to the crowds on the dance floor. Her eyes flew open as she was jostled from behind, another
dancer she thought as she turned and came face to face with Tanika. Before she could react, red wine was thrown into her face.
“Oops.”
That was it. The match had been struck.
The club erupted.
*****
POLICE REPORT REQUEST FORM
113 Mission Street, Baltimore, MD. 8122
Name: Kamille Rowe
Address: REDACTED
Telephone: REDACTED
Date: 08/24/24
Details of Event
It was around 11pm and I was at the bar ordering a drink, there was quite a wait so I was people watching and I could see something going down on the dance floor. I know the 2 women – Tanika Green and Charisma Davis, like me they visit the club a lot. The first thing I saw was Tanika throw her wine into Charismas face, and I knew that couldn’t be good.
The next thing you know Charisma has slapped Tanika across the face and people are leaving the dance floor pretty quick. They both ended up on one of the leather couches and Tanika was trying to scratch her damn eyes out – she had Charisma by the hair with one hand and Charisma was trying her best to wrestle Tanika’s nails away from her eyes.
At this point Tanika (the one in the denim skirt) is slamming Charismas head into the side of the couch and pulling out lumps of her hair. They must have history, I’ve seen plenty of fights before, but these bitches were crazy – I though Tanika was going to kill her.
Anyway, they come off the couch onto the floor and Charisma is up and kicking the holy hell out of Tanika before grabbing a handful of hair and dragging her kicking and screaming towards one of the tables and dumping 2 drinks over her.
The dance floor was pretty deserted by now of course and they rolled around a good bit, slapping, scratching and pulling each other’s hair out. It was pretty nasty stuff and people were definitely shocked.
Then Charisma had Tanika pinned up against the dj booth slapping and punching at her and I honestly thought it was coming to an end until Tanika sent Charisma crashing through the dj’s equipment and jumping on her back sending them both sprawling.
At this point it was complete chaos, both of them fighting like wildcats. They knocked over a couple of tables and ended up tangled up together. I could see that their clothing was torn, and they were bleeding as well.
Anyway, this is pretty much when the bouncers finally showed up and managed to get them off each other. From what I heard they ejected them both out the club into the back alleyway and they both went at it again until their friends found then and pulled them apart.
These crazy bitches are going to kill each other if someone don’t stop this.
*****
Revolution Nightclub – several weeks later
The club was packed with the usual Saturday night crowd, the music too loud and the lights strobing across the packed dance floor. As Charisma made her way through the tangle of bodies she danced to the beat, her drink held high so it didn’t splash. She was having a good time and was thinking about the very sexy bartender who always seemed to be free when Charisma needed a refill and who always let her fingers stray just a little too far against Charismas own fingers as she handed over her drink.
Reaching the relative quiet of the restroom she set her drink down and let her hands savour the cool tiles as she leaned forward checking herself out in the mirror. She looked good in a white, backless halter top that showed off her perfect back and shoulders and a denim mini skirt that left little to the imagination. She had her hair down and it framed her face perfectly. A smile flickered across her lips, when her drink was done she would order another and slip the bartender her phone number. She scribbled her number on a scrap of paper and added one word to it.
Tonight
She turned to the sound of a stall door opening meaning to use it herself and time suddenly stopped. Tanika came out of the stall and the two women were once again face to face. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the women standing before her. Her pink locs tied in a perfect bun, she had on a diamond patterned short skirt, black Dr Martins and a plain black top with a plunging neckline. The scratches and bruises from the fight in the Viper Rooms and then in the alleyway behind the club were gone.
Their eyes locked and the air between them seemed to crackle. Perhaps sensing the change of mood several of the women in the restroom stepped back to give them space and some left the room altogether.
Anger surged through her, but it was joined by something else that Charisma did not quite recognise. Tanika closed the gap between them without a word, a look on her face that Charisma could not decipher.
And then Charisma has hold of Tanika dragging and pulling her back into the stall she had just come out of. Locking them both in the cramped stall her hand tangles in Tanika’s hair as their lips meet in a hungry, desperate kiss. Their bodies press together as Tanika moans into Charismas mouth, tongues duelling for dominance and she welcomes the feel of the other woman’s hands as they move over her body.
They fall back against the wall in a tangle of desire, bodies writhing against each other.
“Fuck.” Tanika gasped “I want you.”
Charisma responds, roughly pulling Tanika’s skirt up around her waist her fingers finding their way insider her blue panties. She bites her lip stifling a moan as Charismas fingers move inside her. Her body presses into Tanika’s as they grind against each other. She pulls Tanika’s head back with her free hand exposing the smooth skin of her neck and playfully grazing it with her teeth.
“Fuck yes.”
They stumble back into the opposite wall as their tongues meet again the intensity of the kiss deepening as Charismas fingers move deeper and faster inside Tanika. One hand buried in Charismas hair Tanika moves her other hand between Charismas legs. She can feel the wetness through Charismas underwear as her fingers find their way inside.
Charismas hand grips Tanika’s neck, playfully, and she is pushed back against the other side of the stall. Holding eye contact Charisma slowly and deliberately Puts her fingers into her mouth closing her eyes as she slowly sucks on them.
“Fuck you taste good.”
Tanika wraps a hand around her wrist and brings it to her own mouth, watching her intently as she takes Charismas thumb into her mouth sucking it and teasing it with her tongue. They stay like this for what seems like an eternity and then Charisma breaks the contact between them.
Adjusting her underwear and straightening her clothes while Tanika watches her a small smile plays on her lips as she unlocks the door and walks away without another word or glance back.
Her heart pounding Tanika leans against the wall, reaching down to adjust her skirt as a smile spreads across her face. She lifts her hand to her nose, inhaling deeply, savouring the scent of Charisma before leaving to re-join her friends.
*****
Text Messages sent between Tanika and Charisma
Tanika: So, I can’t stop thinking about the other night
Charisma: Same, I don’t know what came over me
Tanika: So you regret it?
Charisma: I never said that. It was just unexpected…after everything…
Tanika: True. We totally got off on the wrong foot baby
Charisma: Thanks to Channelle yes. I’ve been thinking about you though…
Tanika: Damn girl you been on my mind as well, I need to get you alone again
Charisma: Oh really?
Tanika: Bet
Charisma: Well you have all of my attention now
Tanika: Shii… I like that baby girl
Charisma: Where are you right now?
Tanika: In bed…naked
Charisma: Show me baby
Tanika:
Charisma: Oh fuck…I am sooo wet right now
Tanika: Are you in bed?
Charisma: Yes
Tanika: Are you naked
Charisma: Yes girl
Tanika: Touch yourself for me baby
Charisma: I am but I wish you was here
Tanika: For real I do too…I want to see you touching yourself mamas
Charisma: Hold on I need to make sure no-one is going to barge into my room
Charisma:
Tanika: Fuck that is so hot
Charisma: I am sooo turned on. I want you so much right now
Tanika: I want you too baby girl – touching me, kissing me, fucking me
Charisma: Fuck I’m about to cum
Tanika: Cum for me baby
Charisma: Girl, I haven’t cum that hard in a long time I had to stuff my blanket in my mouth so the fam didn’t hear me.
Tanika: That was so hot, I am so horny right now
Charisma: Go take care of that…and think of me
Tanika: We need to do this again
Charisma: We will
*****
A second set of messages between Charisma and Tanika
Charisma: Fuck me
Tanika: Are you asking or telling?
Charisma: Does it matter…I just know that I want you
Tanika: Tell me how much
Charisma: I’m thinking about your locs tickling my thigh as your lips tease my clit
Tanika: Mmmm yes…tell me more
Charisma: I want to feel your fingers inside me, your mouth on mine, your body grinding against me
Tanika: As I grab your hips pulling you onto me
Charisma: Feeling the weight of my body as it presses against you
Tanika: My skin on yours as we kiss, sucking your tongue into my mouth
Charisma: Moaning my name as I suck and bite your nipple…
Tanika: Girl you are killing me
Charisma: Imagine me in your bed now, my mouth, my tongue my fingers
Tanika: Fuuuuck
Charisma: Tell me what you want
Tanika: I want you inside me, on top of me, underneath me. I want your lips, your pussy, your head between my legs…
Charisma: Baby I am going to make you cum so hard for me
Tanika: I want you Charisma, not just text sex but the real thing
Charisma: I want you too baby…let’s make it happen
*****
Two days later – a phone call between Tanika and Charisma
Checking the restroom is empty, Charisma locks herself in one of the stalls as she fishes her phone out of her handbag. The display says Tanika and the phone vibrates silently in her hand, she answers her voice low and hushed.
Charisma: “Tanika?”
Tanika: “Hey, what are you up to?”
Charisma: “Girl you know I am work and I shouldn’t be taking calls.”
Tanika: “But you did anyway when you saw it was me calling…”
Charisma: “Yes I did.”
Tanika: “I’ve been thinking about you all day ma, and about all those texts you sent me the other night.”
Charisma: “I’ve been thinking about you as well baby.”
Tanika: “Yeah? What have you been thinking?”
Charisma: “I want you…not just text messages but for real.”
Tanika: “For real?”
Charisma: “Yes, I want to feel you, taste you, fuck you.”
Tanika: “You know how to turn a girl on.”
Charisma: “Giiiirl you got no idea how turned on I am right now.”
Tanika: “I love that.”
Charisma: “Where though? both our places are out.”
Her phone pings and she sees a message from Tanika, she bites her lip as she takes in the image.
Tanika:
Charisma: “Fuck you are so sexy.”
Tanika: ” I want your head between my legs…”
Charisma: “When?”
Tanika: “I know a spot we can drive to; it will be all ours babes. No-one goes there after dark, especially on a Friday.”
Charisma: “You want to fuck me in your car?”
Tanika: “Yes baby I do.”
Charisma: “That is so fucking hot.”
Tanika: “Ima pick you up at Eight ma, wear the same outfit you had on at Revolutions.”
Charisma: “I will do, as long as you do as well.”
Tanika: “Bet.”
Ending the call between them she took a moment to splash cold water over her face, checking out her reflection in the mirror she felt a stirring between her legs.
“Get it together girl”
Taking a deep breath, she stowed her phone away in her pocket as she returned to work, glancing at the clock she groaned silently, Eleven a.m. She knew it was going to be a long day.
*****
Friday Night
“Are you ready?
Charisma sent back a reply to Tanika’s text. “Yes baby, ready and waiting.” Her phone pinged a second time, Tanika again
“I’m close ma, are you alone?”
“At the moment yes, don’t know when people will be back though why?”
She waited for the reply, but none came, she was about to send another message when the doorbell rang. Charisma took a moment to check herself out in the hallway mirror, she looked hot if she did say so herself. The white backless top showed that she was not wearing a bra, and her denim mini skirt was short enough that it barely reached her thighs. Her orange locs hung loose around her shoulders and she wore a caramel lipstick and a choker around her neck.
She smiled as she stepped into her wedge sandals shivering slightly as a warm feeling spread between her legs. The doorbell chimed a second time, and she quickly dabbed her favourite scent on her wrists and neck as she opened the door.
Tanika smiled at her from the doorstep.
“Hey”
“Hey yourself” Charisma replied
She had dressed as promised the black and white diamond pattern skirt as daringly short as Charismas and the plunging neckline of her black top showing the curve of her breasts. Charisma wanted her, she didn’t care if anyone found them, she didn’t care if anyone heard them. She needed Tanika it was a simple as that.
Before she could act Tanika had closed the distance between them and they stumbled over the threshold, locked together in a passionate kiss. Charisma bumped up against the doorframe as she sucked Tanika’s tongue into her mouth. Their bodies pressed together, their legs and arms tangled up they writhed and moved against one another.
Tanika’s hands were in Charismas hair tugging at her locs as Charismas own hands roamed over Tanika’s body. The kiss deepened and became more frantic as moans and whimpers filled the hallway.
“God your beautiful” Charisma murmured against Tanika’s lips. Her voice now husky with desire and the promise of sex.
“I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so fucking long”
“Tell me” Tanika urges, her voice thick with desire, “How much you want me, Charisma.”
She pulls Tanika closer, their bodies melding together. “I want you,” she whispers, her breath hot against Tanika's ear, "I want to taste you, feel you. I want to lose myself in you." She nipped at Tanika's neck, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. "You drive me crazy, Tanika."
Her hands pulling at Charismas skirt, feeling the smooth skin of her legs Tanika responds.
“You drive me crazy ma, I want you now, I want you so fucking much”
They kiss with a new intensity, more demanding, more desperate, hands pulling at clothing before Tanika steps back breathing heavily.
“Lets take that drive” her voice little more than a whisper.
The door closes behind them as they step out into the cool night air, the soft crunch of their shoes on the gravel walkway the only sound between them as they make their way down the path. Charisma reaches out and laces her fingers through Tanika’s and they share a look before parting and climbing into the waiting car.
*****
The car sped down a deserted stretch of road, its headlights cutting through the dark and casting shadows everywhere, in the front seat Tanika concentrates on driving trying not to be distracted by the thoughts of the kiss she recently shared with Charisma and the sex they will soon have in the backseat.
Charisma shifts slightly in the passenger seat the hum of the engine and the motion of the car almost sending her to sleep. Her eyes closed she is also remembering the kiss they shared earlier in the night. She is also thinking of the sex that they will also share in the cramped backseat of Tanika’s car.
Charismas voice cuts through the tension and breaks the silence, it is low and husky. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” “Your hands on me, your mouth…”
Tanika’s glance is sharp, but her eyes are full of hunger. “Don’t make me crash before we even get there.”
Charismas low is low and throaty “How can I behave when all I can think about is me you in the backseat?” Her nose ring glints as they pass a streetlight and her fingers drum restlessly against her leg. She bites her lip as she notices Tanika stealing a glance at her legs.
“You know I want you too.” Tanika says, “It’s not much farther now.”
With every exchange and every glance, the car feels smaller and more intimate and Charisma has to fight the urge to move her hand under her skirt, instead she clamps her legs together and looks out of the window.
“You know this will be my first time.”
The car swerves slightly and for a moment Charisma thinks they are going to end up in the ditch. “Sex?” Tanika asks, unable to hide the surprise in her voice.
“God no.” Charisma laughs “I mean my first time in a car. It has always been on my list but it never happened.”
“Until now.”
Tanika arches an eyebrow “For real?” “We goanna have to make it memorable then huh”
Charisma smile is playful and flirtatious “Oh I know it will be.”
They drive on in silence each woman lost in her own thoughts until Tanika announces they have arrived. The car pulls off the road into a little clearing surrounded by a dense tangle of trees. The car rolls to a stop and the engine shuts off, leaving them hidden in the darkness.
*****
“Here we are.” Tanika announces as she flips on the interior light bathing the interior in bright white light. Her smile is playful as she releases her seatbelt and turns to face Charisma.
“You goanna sit there all night ma, or are you going to do something?” Her voice low and seductive.
“It’s like that is it…” Charisma releases her own seatbelt and leans across her seat. her right-hand snaking around Tanika’s neck as her hair hangs over her eyes. Tanika responds as her lips meet Charismas. The kiss is sloppy and desperate. Their tongues meet and they swap saliva as the keep deepens, Charisma leaning further into Tanika as she tries to ignore the steering wheel digging into her side.
They stay like this, tongues swirling, hands roaming, savouring the moment. Tanika’s fingers tangle around Charismas hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp into the kiss. Charisma hand moves down Tanika’s chest slipping under her top finding her small breasts. Charisma climbs into Tanika’s seat straddling her without breaking the kiss, their bodies press together in the cramped seat electricity flowing through them as their bodies grind against each other as though they cannot get close enough.
The windows fog up as the kiss continues to grow wilder, more frantic, their moans and gasps filling the car. The world outside the car ceases to exist for the two women, there is only this – the heat, the hunger, the never-ending kiss.
Their need.
Tanika leans her head back as Charismas lips move down her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, “Harder” she commands as Tanika pulls on her hair. As she sucks Tanika’s earlobe her hands squeeze her breast her finger pinching and pulling on her nipples.
“You like that?”
Tanika’s moan is all the answer she needs. “Fuck” she gasps “Kiss me”
Charisma obliges, a slow, deep, sensual French kiss as their bodies press against each other and their hands move under clothing and over skin. Charisma pulls Tanika’s top off throwing it into the empty passenger seat as she takes her nipple into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue and teeth feeling it grow inside her mouth. She leans back taking off her own top as Tanika’s hands roam up and down her legs. Leaning forward she feels Tanika’s mouth and teeth on her now erect nipple, as she buries her hands in the other woman's hair.
Outside the car in the darkness of the night there is no indication of the passion playing out in the front seat save for the slight rocking of the car and the steamed-up windows.
Inside the car Tanika demands “Take me to the backseat and fuck me.”
Charisma climbs off Tanika and settles back into the passenger seat watching as Tanika roughly pulls down her skirt, stuffing it into the glove compartment along with her purple underwear. Her mouth is dry as she watches Tanika climb into the back of the car, hearing a small gasp as her body settles against the cold leather seat.
Angling the mirror so she can see Tanika in the shadows of the backseat she frees herself of her own skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She carefully climbs through the gap to the back, Tanika sprawled out on the seating waiting for her. A jolt of electricity surges through her as her skin meets Tanika’s and their bodies wrap around each other in another kiss.
The heat and confined space seemed to amplify their desire as they writhed together on the back seat, their bodies slick with sweat and sliding against the other as they kissed with an intensity that was anything but gentle.
Her voice raw with emotion Tanika muttered against Charismas mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good bitch.”
Her hair a mess and her lipstick smeared she replied in kind “I’m about to make you feel great, you little freak.”
Both women let their carefully constructed personalities fade away as their ghetto roots sprang forward in the heat and passion of the moment. The kiss they shared was messy, tongues colliding in a wet, frenzied rhythm. Charismas hand roamed Tanika’s body, her nails digging into her skin leaving red marks in their wake. Tanika moaned into her mouth. Despite their small sizes the backseat was cramped, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of arms and legs.
Charisma pulled back, lightly choking Tanika as she leaned forward and spat into her mouth, a bold, unexpected move that made Tanika’s eyes widen with surprise…and arousal. “Swallow it, bitch.” Charisma commanded; her eyes locked with Tanika as she watched her throat working.
The mood changed and suddenly hands were everywhere, fingers tracing the curves of each other’s bodies, Nails digging into skin. Tanika’s fingers found Charismas pussy, slipping between her folds as Charisma hissed. She was already wet, her juices coating Tanika’s fingers.
“Fuck me.”
Her fingers thrusted deeper as Charisma bucked against her, her moans filling the cramped space, intensifying with every thrust of Tanika’s fingers. Her hand finding Tanika’s pink locs she pulled hard causing Tankia to gasp.
“My turn.” she growled, repositioning them both, Tanika forced up against the car door as Charismas pressed against her, mashing their breasts together, their nipples grazing as she ground her hips against Tanika’s.
“Fuck, your so tight.” Charisma moaned as she reached between them her fingers rubbing Tanika’s clit is quick circles. Her back arched, as her nails dug into Charismas shoulders. “Shit” her voice hardly a whisper “Don’t stop bitch.”
“My little freak.” Charisma purred
The car rocked as the two women turned the backseat into a mess of tangled arms and legs, her fingers entered Tanika as her thumb pressed against her clit, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck I’m going to cum.”
“Not yet girl.” She leaned in whispering into Tanika’s ear. “Eat me.”
Tanika moaned as Charismas fingers slid out, before pushing her back against the other door, gripping her legs Tanika moved them apart as her mouth kissed the inside of her thigh. Hearing her moans she trailed her tongue and lips up the inside of her thigh, taking her time and ignoring Charismas imploring for Tanika to make her cum.
Her mouth finally finding Charismas pussy she let her tongue plunge deep inside savouring the sweet, salty taste of her. Charismas hands grabbed at her hair forcing her head closer as her body arched and her eyes closed.
“Fuck yes.” Her voice hoarse. “Eat my pussy, bitch. Make me scream.”
Tanika let her tongue trace every inch of Charisma folds as her moans grew louder and her body trembled with the pleasure building inside her. The car was a sauna, the scents of perfume and sweat mingling in the air and under that the smell of Charisma as she finally let go her juices flooding into Tanika’s mouth.
Charisma pulled Tanika to her, their lips meeting in a kiss that tasted of sweat and pussy. “Your turn.” She said pushing Tanika back onto the damp leather. Her legs wrapped around Charismas head it was Tanika’s turn to moan and implore as she felt Charismas tongue inside her.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she let go, the orgasm crashing over her in an intense wave.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Her cries of pleasure muffled by Charismas kiss the backseat of the car was transformed into a writhing mass of tangled limbs, sweat-slick skin and heavy breathing. Eventually their movements slowed, and the kissing became less intense as they lay against each other panting.
Her lips swollen and wet Charisma looked Tanika in the eye “You didn’t disappoint me bitch.”
Her finger tracing the line of Charismas jaw, Tanika replied “Your something else girl.”
“So are you” came the reply.”
Thirty minutes later the sound of a car engine breaks the silence of the night and a pair of headlights flick on as the car slowly rolls forward and joins the road speeding away from the clearing and into the night...
The story of Charisma and Tanika will continue later.
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