World of Women - World of Women - V2 - Chapter 7
āYou ready?ā Rigor asked excitedly.
He was wearing a long yellow coat and tie, a green shirt, and his long hair was done up in an elaborate braid. He wore makeup, but he had eased off the white, and most of the makeup was around his eyes, giving them a dark look, as well as his lips, making them look shiny. He goes out in public like that, yet I was the one being called a girl. Well, on that noteā¦
āHave you seen Ashton?ā I asked, only slightly nervously.
āAh? I saw him a bit ago, the single guys are going by themselves. Trey and Ashton donāt have datesā¦ so theyāre on their own, right?ā Rigor frowned for a second. āDid you say something to Ashton? He seemed a little angry earlier.ā
I straightened and waved my hands. āUmā¦ we just had a fight before. Nothing to worry about.ā
āOhā¦ wellā¦ youāre new roommates, bound to bump heads over some issues. Personally, Trey snores crazy, and I found a questionable stain on my mattress, I think he was banging that girl over my bed.ā
āEwā¦ā
āTell me about itā¦ā Rigor laughed, scratching the back of his head. āCome on, letās go show our ladies a good time.ā
The pair of us headed out. Between the two of us, Rigor stood out more. In the end, I had picked something rather modest. Most of what mom bought me were dress-up outfits, and even after gaining some of my own autonomy I never felt the need to change. Thus, I wore a vest, grey dress pants, and a tie. I was simply a flat cap away from looking like a newspaper boy from the 1920s. However, that wasnāt all that odd of a dress in this world, which blended contemporary and rustic throughout all facets of life.
The club actually wasnāt on the island of Amaryllis Academy, but near the male trolley station. Most of the women would need to walk farther, but it was rather easy for the men to come down to this club, which was probably why it was one of the few clubs that catered to men. To my understanding, it had a male VIP area and rather heavy security. Only Academy students were allowed to go to it.
As we headed off the island on the Trolley, I didnāt see Ashton or Trey. However, I did see some of the other guys. Most of the men kept to their own little cliques. Except when it was pushed forward by their mothers like in Peterās case, most of the boys befriended a few guys and remained a small, tight group. Thus, my interactions with my senior males were thin. Perhaps this was truly spawned from a bit of rivalry. These men wanted a chance to bang the Freshman girls, and the more they helped the incoming class, the more competition they generated.
That was one part that Takashaās math was missing. Any given guy spent four years in school, but he also had access to seven years of women. There were 3 years of seniors when youāre a Freshman and 3 years of juniors when youāre a senior. I figured the generalized mentality was that Freshman are too inexperienced to chase after the Seniors, and most of them have already had a kid or committed not to. If you were lucky, you might find one or two desperate women that hadnāt been snatched up by an upperclassman, but the chances were rare.
When we finally reached the bottom, the sun was setting, making the view over Amaryllis breathtaking. Of course, the only person I had to share it with was a man in makeup, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. Rigor raced off the Trolley with the gracefulness of youth, throwing his arms up and laughing as if he had just escaped some prison. Well, this school was hardly so restrictive, but thatās coming from a guy who had spent the majority of his life inside a mansion.
The building we were heading towards wasnāt particularly bright nor was it loud. In fact, it was rather nondescript, and I might have missed the building entirely if it wasnāt for a massive line that went nearly a block around the building leading into a doorway down the+-/ 8steps. The sounds of nearly fifty excited Academy girls were standing in line. Most of them wore an assortment of dresses or skirts.
I started heading for the end of the line when Rigor bumped me. āHey, man, waiting is for chicks, letās go.ā
He didnāt hesitate to walk right to the front door. I immediately wanted to grab him, but I once again reminded myself that my old common sense didnāt work in this world. I could hear whispering as all the girls in line looked at us appraisingly. No one seemed angry though. The woman at the door, a rather muscular girl who looked kind of like a gladiator in loose clothing, immediately opened the door for us. Rigor walked right in with confidence, and I followed closely behind, trying to not look as awkward as I felt. The woman smiled and winked at me as I entered the club.
After breaching that door, I could hear the sounds of music playing in the distance. There was a long hallway, and then we opened another door. It was at this point that I finally immersed myself in the atmosphere of the club. Music blasted overhead and there were a bunch of women who seemed to be dancing. There also appeared to be a small food court, a bar, a rec room, and a few other areas. As Rigor described, it wasnāt so much a club as a hangout place for Academy students.
āThe girls are probably still waiting in line.ā Rigor explained over the music. āIām going to find us a private room.ā
I nodded to him, only half understanding what he said before responding. āIām going to go get a drink, I guess.ā
I didnāt really know what to do in these situations. This was completely outside my element. However, I didnāt want to be following Rigor around all night either, so I figured getting a drink seemed like the right thing to do. As I went to the bar, a lot of women were glancing over at me. In my old life, I would have been convinced I had something on my face. Now, I realized it was because I was a guy. Being so openly pursued was an interesting feeling. Was this what celebrities felt like?
I pulled up a bar menu and immediately gave a wry smile. There appeared to be no hard alcohols or shots available. Well, this was an Academy bar made predominately for women. Every drink was a mixture of fruit juice with just a splash of alcohol. I didnāt mind all that much. I preferred fruity drinks anyway. I ordered something with pineapple juice and vodka and then sat at the bar to get my bearings straight.
āSee anyone you like?ā the bartender asked as I looked over the club.
I turned to give them a smile, and I nearly fell out of my seat. āAiko? What are you doing here?ā
āEh? I work here!ā Aiko puffed out her cheeks. āNot every woman work for rich man!ā
I coughed lightly. āAhā¦ yeahā¦ sorry about that. I didnāt mean to take Brooke away.ā
āHmph!ā Aiko turned away slightly, but there was a sparkle out of the corner of her eye. āAfter all that talk of baby, Brooke say Iām not baby material! What she mean? Of course, I make good babies! I got nice hips, donāt you agree!ā
āAhā¦ yeahā¦ niceā¦ā I nodded and smiled, but really I was +focused on looking for Lyra.
āNo matterā¦ā Aiko sighed. āIāll be catering that welcoming party this weekend. There will be boys there. Iāll get pregnant before Brooke, that show her. Iāll be great mom!ā
āYes, yes, of courseā¦ā I nodded passively, using my skills from another world to listen to her blather on about nothing.
āAlthough, it kind of strangeā¦ the party was originally pretty small, but then the boys suddenly demanded it be made much bigger. Boss say we donāt have enough staff! We could advertise it party for boys, but then itāll cause commotion! I might lose job to Academy girls! Plus, even if we hire more girl, just mean more competition! Errrā¦ it make me mad!ā
āYes, Aikoā¦ that sucks.ā I nodded while still looking around until my eye caught on someone I recognized, āAh! Trey! Ashton!ā
I immediately grabbed my drink, gave Aiko a nod, and then headed towards the pair who had just entered the club. Aiko was pursing her lips, clearly wanting to talk more. I didnāt mean to be rude to Aiko, but she wasnāt a particularly close friend. She dated Brooke and we had talked exactly once, so it wasnāt like I was terribly interested in her, even if she was a Japanese beauty.
āHmmā¦ā Ashton crossed her arms and turned away. āTrey, tell Clyburn Iām not talking to him.ā
āHuh?ā Trey looked between Ashton and me before shaking his head.
āAhā¦ weā¦ uhā¦ had a fightā¦ā I explained.
āI get youā¦ roommates, man. Rigor keeps accusing me of banging that freshman on his bed and making her cum all over his pillow.ā Trey leaned closer to me, his hand up to his mouth and his eyes bright. āI didā¦ā
Trey burst out laughing, while Ashton went red in embarrassment. I joined him laughing and then likewise whispered to him loudly enough so Ashton could hear.
āI just wanted to warn you Ashton is on a warpath right now. Just make sure he takes a hot girl home for his first. I donāt want to get home to the sight of him porking some third-tier girl.ā
āYouā¦ā Ashton spun, glaring at me.
Trey continued to chuckle, wiping a tear from his eye. āYouāre probably right. I wonder about Ashtonās taste in women.ā
āHey! I have great taste in women!ā Ashton growled at Trey. āYou both are mean. Iām going home with a girl way hotter than either of you!ā
āOh really?ā I grinned standing next to Trey. āThen pick someone.ā
āEh? Pick?ā
āI want to see your tastes,ā I explained. āSo, look around the room and tell me who youāre willing to go for.ā
āHmmmā¦ you say that like itās hard!ā Ashton spun around, looking through the crowd. āH-how aboutā¦ her!ā
I was really just teasing Ashton. Itād be best if she failed to chase after anyone. I still wasnāt sure how to do that, but perhaps by ramping up the pressure, Iād increase the chance that sheād fail. After all, it even took Rigor three days to line up a date. If I made Ashton nervous striking out tonight would be the best option. The pair of us turned to look where Ashton was pointing. Immediately, our eyebrows furrowed and our mouths turned to frowns.
āAshton, Iā¦ā I shook my head, speechless while Trey patted me on the back.
āYouāre right, Clyburn, he truly is helpless.ā
The girl Ashton was pointing at was a bit ugly. I didnāt like to judge women, but after being in this world for a while my standard of attractiveness increased. Both my sisters were beauties, as was my mother. The Academy, overall, was made up of the brightest and most beautiful. This was a culture that emphasized feminine beauty and even compensated for the lack of plastic surgery with certain magical alterations. Magic was much more effective at modifying looks than science. Itās a world where if a woman had enough money, she could change her face to look like anything.
Thus, when I saw this girl, weighing about two hundred pounds, a butch cut, and really big lips, she was the ugliest woman I had ever seen in this world. She was stocky with a flat chest and crude look. This happened to be in the direction that Ashton was pointing. The two of us turned questioning looks to her as she pointed on insistently. Her cheeks started to grow pink, and Ashton actually looked quite cute in the club light. I shook my head angrily, not allowing myself to see her that way.
āNot her!ā Ashton shouted tearfully, stomping her foot. āHer!ā
The pair of us looked back, that when we noticed that there was a smaller woman in the big womanās clutches. Perhaps, Ashton deliberately picked someone who was paired so that we couldnāt make her go hit on them on the spot. Perhaps, she actually had a thing for lesbians, similar minds thinking alike and such. I didnāt really know why she pointed at that person.
Their eyes were closed and they looked half asleep on the fat girlās shoulder. The fat girl had her arms around her, and the fat girl was grabbing her butt. She looked far prettier than the fat girl. It could be called one of those matches where one girl was out of the other girlās league. Thatās when the half-asleep girl adjusted herself, turning towards us. I took a step back in surprise, my lips twisting.
āBrooke?ā I said the words before I could help myself.
On the other side of the dance hall, Brooke was snuggled against some ugly, fat dyke. Perhaps, it was distasteful judging her based on her looks, but she had a perverted look in her eyes. Had she been a man, that was the look of a guy trying to feel up a girl on the subway. It was the kind of guy youād label a pedophile instantly and beat up to protect the poor innocent girls. That was the kind of person who appeared to have myā¦ ahemā¦ not mine, just Brooke, in her arms. Brooke looked very drunk and was completely being taken advantage of.
They werenāt the only girls on the dancefloor showing affection. There were many women dancing together. In fact, everyone was a woman, so anyone dancing together were two or more women. Some even danced quite lewdly, grinding their privates against each other enthusiastically in a way youād typically see at a high school dance. Just because they could get a man didnāt mean that most women didnāt come here just to have fun with other women.
āExcuse me guys, I see someone I know.ā I pushed my drink into a surprised Treyās hand and immediately stepped towards the fat woman.
She had actually started moving, and Brooke, with her eyeās half-closed, was being dragged towards the exit by her arms. It looked like I had seen the pair just in time. This fat bitch was already making her move on Brooke. She had the eager look of a woman who planned to take Brooke to a secluded spot and enjoy some fun. Brooke, on the other hand, was being pulled along, but she seemed barely aware of where she was.
They went out of the exit, which led into the hallway we had entered earlier. I followed the girlās, nearly running. I ducked through the door just as it slammed shut cutting us off from most of the club.
āWhereā¦ goingā¦ā Brooke mumbled in a slurred speech which I could hear in the hallway now that the door.
āHeheā¦ Iām just going to show you a good time.ā The woman said, slobbering on Brookeās neck with a kiss.
Brooke frowned, but her eyes rolled a bit and she practically fell back into the womanās grip. She took the opportunity to feel Brooke up before moving forward again. Suddenly, Brooke stopped and pulled against the womanās grip, trying to back away.
āW-wait!ā Brooke spoke like she just remembered something. āSawā¦ Aikoā¦ā
āHahahaā¦ drinking cause you saw a love interest here?ā The womanās voice sounded harsh and unpleasant. āWell, no worries, Iāll help you forget all about her.ā
āSheāsā¦ doing wellā¦ā Brooke suddenly squeezed her eyes and a tear falling down her cheek, shaking her head. āI shouldnāt have left her overā¦ā
āA man!?ā The fat woman had noticed me walking up to them quickly, after a quick squint she immediately shouted as such.
Her voice came out in a tone that was openly hostile. Furthermore, her face looked at me somewhat hatefully. I had seen many expressions in this world, but this was the first time I had ever been looked at with disdain. My feet faltered a bit as I realized that this woman didnāt like me very much. I ran through my memory, trying to figure out where we had met before. She wasnāt someone I recognized at all.
āCl-clyburn!?ā Brookeās eyes widened as if by seeing me, she had gained a moment of lucidity; however, she quickly stumbled to a wall when the other woman let go of her and took a step towards me like she was trying to defend Brooke.
āA-as you can seeā¦ā I tried to give the disarming smile I had been working on for the last year. āI am someone she knows. As a friend, Iām hoping to make sure she gets home safe. Iāll take her and-ā
āTake her and pump her full of your seed?ā The woman snapped. āYour brainwashed sluts arenāt good enough for you? You have to take my woman too?ā
āIām sorry?ā I stopped short, realizing by her aggressive posture that she was about ready to punch me.
āYouā¦ fuckingā¦ cum dispensers think you can get away with anything!ā The woman shouts, āYouāre useless! They treat you so special when youāre just a waste on society. You take hard earned money from taxpayers and use your lives to accomplish nothing!ā
I frowned, looking down for a moment, my hand tightening. āIā¦ plan to do something with my life. I wonāt be nothing.ā
āYouāre just a man. Youāll never be anything!ā She growled. āStop fooling yourself.ā
āWhat does that have to do with Brooke?ā I demanded, letting some of the irritation leaked into my voice.
āStay back, you man!ā She hissed, suddenly lunging at me.
Had it been before, I might have frozen and ended up tackled under her two hundred pounds of weight. However, I had spent nearly a year training under Brooke, and my reflexes and ability to respond were a lot better than they used to be. This girl was someone used to using her size to intimidate others, but she didnāt really have any skill set. Using a small grab, I caught her fist, twisted and pushed back. Expecting to lay me out, the girl looked on in surprise as she suddenly found her momentum defeated and her body pushed back. She stumbled several feet until she was just in front of Brooke, who had her head against a wall looking like she might sick up.
āYou bastard, you attacked me!ā She screamed shrilly.
āHah? You attacked me!ā I responded. āWhat the hell?ā
āMen are all the same. I fucking hate you bastards. You take our women and our money! You even raped my sister.ā
A flash of Tinyaās face appeared in my vision. Thatās right. I was mistaken. I had seen someone look at me this way before. Tinya had hated me for being a man as well. Despite the situation, my expression softened a bit. I suddenly felt a bit of guilt, even though I had no reason, after remembering pushing her away. It was a different event in a different time, but it hurt just the same. It was clear she had been wronged by men at some point in her life.
āIāmā¦ not like other menā¦ā I spoke, my eyes being less angry and more sympathetic. āIām not the guy who raped your sister.ā
āYouāre all the same!ā She cried out.
I slowly walked towards her, holding out my hands defensively, trying to relax her slowly. āIām sorry for what happened to your sister. Not every guyā¦ not every guy is the enemy. This system is just as fucked for usā¦ itās not all roses on my side, but either sex always thinks itās better on the other side, right?ā
āS-Stay away!ā She shouted, backing up a bit.
āIām not heading towards youā¦ā I said cautiously. āIām just trying to get my friend.ā
āSh-sheās mine!ā She backed up a little more, looking anxious, jumping between the balls of her feet.
āSheās her own woman. A womanā¦ just like you. Sheās just drinking to get over a breakup. Tell meā¦ do you really think she wants to go home with you tonight?ā
āTh-thatā¦ā The fat woman looked like she was thinking for a bit. āI-Iā¦ā
āItās okayā¦ā I took a few steps closer until I was within armās length.ā We can-ā
āAhhh!ā The girl suddenly leaped at me, but a second later there was a thud.
Rather than hit me, she fell down to the ground. In an instant, she was unconscious, thudding as she hit the hard floor. It was then I noticed behind her Brooke standing there. There was some sick on the side of the wall I chose to ignore. Her eyes were open and she was breathing hard like she had exerted herself.
āFucking lipsticksā¦ā Brooke said it like a curse. āIām having to protect you even going out?ā
āEh?ā I looked up at her. āItās your date!ā
Brooke fell to her knees, and for a second, I thought she had fallen until I realized she was searching for the girl. In her palm was a flip knife. She picked it up, waving the glimmer of steel at me before pocketing it.
āIām not into dykes.ā Brooke snorted. āI was getting on with this hot chick earlierā¦ and then I saw you pissing off some lipstick.ā
āHah? This is totally that chick youāre claiming is hot. Canāt you see weāre in the exit? I stopped her from dragging you off. You were one step away from being asphyxiated under 200 lbs of fish sandwich!ā
Brooke frowned, looking down at the women. āThatā¦ even soā¦ Iāve slept with women Iāve regretted in the morning before. Youā¦ shouldnāt have stepped in.ā
āYouāre my friend, right?ā I responded, sighing. āIād rather you wake up happy than sadā¦ā
āWhat do you know of it?ā She shot back.
āAikoā¦ā I simply responded. āSheās here.ā
Brooke instantly looked away, and after a moment of silence, responded quietly. āI dumped her six months ago, I didnāt think thatā¦ itād bother me to see her again.ā
āWant to talk about it?ā
Brooke shook her head. āI already handled itā¦ wellā¦ at least I did part one of the grieving process. Gratuitous drinking. Now, Iām missing part two. You owe me sex.ā
āRe-really? You-youāve decided then? I meanā¦ I guess we canā¦ā
Brookeās face went red and for a second, I thought she might hit me. āNot that! I mean, sex with a woman! Part two is a hot night with a fine piece of ass!ā
āIt was going to be sex with a hippopotamus!ā I defended.
Brooke sniffed. āSo, what? You still pussy blocked me. Iām owed my due!ā
āWhat the hell?ā I growled. āIf I could get a woman so easy, donāt you think Iād be banging one?ā
The door of the hall opened and two people started walking down it. I immediately glanced over, and my mind immediately sparked. A grin formed on my face.
āWhatās that smileā¦ā Brooke backed up, looking at the creepy look on my face.
I freed my expression. āNothing, I just realized I have a girl I can hook you up with tonight!ā
āHuh?ā Brooke became even more suspicious. āThis better not be some slut youāve been enjoying on the side-ā
āNo, no, not at all! Sheās a virgin. Sweet girl.ā
āClyburn!ā Ashton spoke up with Trey next to her. āW-we heard from some of the guys who saw you leave that the woman was a notorious member of Wrath. Thatās a womenās rights and man-hating group.ā
āLooks like you got it handled though,ā Trey added, looking down at the woman still on the floor unconscious.
āGuys! Actually, you came at just the right time. Brooke, meet my friend Ashton, Ashton, this is Brooke.ā
āEh?ā Ashton stopped suddenly as I grabbed Brooke and dragged her in front of them.
āSheās a little drunk, totally into sex, and I already know sheās your type, right?ā I winked at Ashton.
Brooke frowned, pursing her lips and eyeing Ashton up and down. āWell, I guess sheās kind of cute enough.ā
āAhā¦ Iām a b-ā
āSoā¦ I wonāt waste any more of your time!ā I declared. āAshton here is a virgin, looking to lose it tonight, and youāre exactly who theyāre looking for Brooke!ā
āClyburn!ā Ashton cried out. āDonāt say thatā¦ h-how do you know her, anyway?ā
āAhā¦ Iām just a friend, I swear!ā I held up my hands. āAnd sheās more intoā¦ your typeā¦ anyway.ā
āTh-th-thatā¦ā Ashton suddenly took on a sheepish look.
Brooke whispered in my ear, pulling me back a bit. āWhatās your game?ā
āNo game! Sheās a girl who told me she wants to sleep with other women. I just thoughtā¦ since I owe Brooke, and Brooke seems to like cute flat-chested girls like her and Aiko, that you might want toā¦ you knowā¦ make her a woman?ā
Brookeās eyes narrowed like she didnāt quite believe, but after a moment, she gave a nod. āAlrightā¦ sheāll do.ā
āYou, Ash?ā Brooke asked.
āAh! Yes!ā Ashton almost did an army salute.
āIām horny. You eat pussy?ā
āAhā¦ thatā¦ Iā¦ Iāll give it my best!ā Ashton declared.
āA-adorableā¦ ahemā¦ I meanā¦ letās go. Show a lady a good time.ā Brooke turned away, she was still stumbling a spoke with a slur.
āY-yes!ā Ashton shot me a thankful look as she ran passed, catching up with Brooke who was heading for the exit, and ending up having to support her the rest of the way, Brooke still very drunk.
āThat girlās hot, you really giving her up to Ash?ā
āAhā¦ wellā¦ Weāre men, right? Isnāt swapping women part of it? I give him Brooke and he gives me something, right? Besides, I already have a ā oh, shit! The double date!ā I looked over at Trey regretfully.
āGo get that pussy.ā Trey nodded with a grin.
I turned and I ran back into the club. I had completely forgotten about Rigorās double date. I was likely leaving them all hanging now. So much for just getting a drink. However, I no longer had to worry about Ashton, so now I could focus on whatās next.
Haha, great line.