She didn't know if everyone else was just fucking idiots but she knew an orgasm when she saw one, and Maze Grant had just received an earth-shattering one. The crowd, like the fans they were, cheered enthusiastically for an encore while the girl onstage didn't-couldn't- move from her place on Blu's lap. Seriously, he had to carry her back to the dressing room with her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Now that's how you put on a show." Cinnamon enthused, flicking her light brown hair over her shoulder. "That was the sexiest thing I've seen in a very long time."
Brasilia Gomes or "Brazil" pursed her lips, unable to deny that but somehow, she doubted Shebazz would be a fan.
Choosing a song where Miguel was singing about fucking some girl like a pornstar was already risky but grinding on her sexy ass best friend's lap until she climaxed... Miss twinkle toes was getting bolder by the minute.
She really was just like her.
Brazil lifted a perfectly plucked eyebrow, lost in thought.
Believe it or not, she and Maze used to be best friends. This was about three years ago, back when the former ballerina first arrived to the club, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and ready to give 'em hell. Brazil could get with that.
Plus the girl was a total knockout, and Brazil primed herself on being the Bad Bitch Aficionado since she collected them like Pokémon. There was no way they weren't going to hit it off, her entrance was at the perfect time, the Red Room was starting to feel stale and could greatly benefit from some new energy. She herself had been there for a year already and grew bored with her fellow dancers because none of them had that "it" factor at the time.
Stripping was a lot more than just ass-shaking and the new girl in the pink jogging suit seemed to get that. She understood it was about the fantasy, the seduction of it all, and for that, Maze was a diamond in the rough.
They took trips together: Miami, Cali, Jamaica. Hell, they were even roomies for two years. It was like fate had brought this gorgeous girl to Brazil but she should've known it was too good to be true.
From the start, they bumped heads over small things. Who got to wear what, which themes they should dress up for. No one had questioned her ideas before, there was a hierarchy to follow which everyone respected, except for Maze. Brazil even tried to share some game on club operations, give her tips for working the pole, extend invitations to hang out with the other girls but it was obvious her only plan was to make it to "the top," where Brazil happened to be already. But the bitch was ambitious. And within two years, the headline that used to read MAIN EVENT BRAZILIAN BEAUTY had changed to MAIN EVENT MAZE N ALL WAZE. She had officially been dethroned.
Not to mention, Maze would become downright insufferable when she flirted with Blu, as if that really was her man. Brazil wasn't afraid to make it known that she would take him in the back of her throat like a shot and Maze would get so pissed and possessive that she wouldn't talk to her. Everyone knew it was hypothetical. Not because she wouldn't do that, but because Blu didn't even have eyes for her. All of that sexy was wasted on pining after his best friend that preferred to keep him dangling by the blue balls, while Brazil would drain them dry.
She could recall that one time at the Tiki bar in Hawaii, when they went on vacation to visit Blu and his very big family. Like a kid in a candy store, Brazil introduced herself to his fine uncles and extremely handsome dad.
"Ohana means family." She had said and Maze laughed her ass off at the Lilo and Stitch reference.
"You are wild for that one."
"I saw an opportunity and I took it, babes."
The girls were inseparable, shoulder to shoulder, sleeping in the same bed at the resort, sharing clothes, braiding each other's hair, the whole nine yards. Blu didn't seem excited to split the attention but he didn't downright hate it. She could tell it would take some getting adjusted to which was fine by her. He was different back then, still very attentive, just a little more cordial and wet-behind-the-ears, typical of any twenty-year old.
Still as handsome as ever, his now waist-length hair was no longer than his collarbone, and his angular features softened with just a bit of baby fat. Six-foot-three, pure sexy, yet humble, above it all? She just knew his dick was of monstrous proportions. Brazil made it known how badly she wanted to climb that man but the most he'd do was laugh a little then shake his head shyly.
And while it was clear Maze was his number one, she'd catch him sneaking glances at her on rare occasions, probably curious about those rumors floating around. What could she say? She was a man eater.
"So why aren't you guys like... fucking?" They had downed a few shots of alcohol at the local bar, their tiki mask shot glasses in their favorite colors and facing one another's. Brazil was in the middle like a proper third wheel.
"Maui is my best friend. I don't wanna ruin what we have."
"And what's your explanation?"
"What she said, I guess."
"But you guys are practically a couple already. He's never not over to the apartment, you sleep in the same bed, he watches you at work... C'mon."
Maze explained. "There's a lot we haven't done, though."
"What, oral?"
He barked a laugh. "Definitely not that. We haven't even kissed before."
"Oh. Oh wow. That's definitely news to me. Even I've kissed Maze."
Blu gave a surprised look.
"Here's a tip, hot girls kiss each other all the time. It only takes a few drinks." She turned in her seat. "Come here, gatinha." Brasilia pulled Maze in for a sultry kiss, their tongues swirling around in each other's mouths in a way that made a few bar-goers stop in their tracks. Maze held her face to deepen their impromptu make out session while he watched, captivated.
"Wifey for lifey." Maze giggled.
Blu's voice was heavy when he spoke again. "Damn, what else do you do when I'm not around?"
"We get our lashes done and our coochies waxed. We would've had matching nipple piercings but Maze here," she held her arm out like she was presenting a display, "chickened out last minute."
"That scream you let out was enough to turn me all the way off."
"Hurt like a bitch at first. But now? No regrets. Wanna see?"
Enthusiastically, he nodded.
"Come back to the resort with us."
So it was all three of them sitting on a queen-sized bed as Brazil let Blu observe her piercings. "Sexy, right?"
"Very."
He was being more vocal than usual, thanks to those strong ass drinks the bartender was pumping out, she knew he wasn't blind or deaf to her advances, he was just keeping his eyes on the prize, so to speak. Said prize had grown awfully quiet since they headed upstairs.
Brazil sighed. "Here she goes."
"What?" Maze asked.
"Girl. Don't play dumb. You're doing that thing that you do anytime anyone that isn't you flirts with Blu."
"I'm literally just sitting here."
"It's the way that you're sitting though. All off to the side. Pouting and shit. Don't start."
"Start what?"
"Being possessive."
"I'm not possessive I'm-"
"Protective, yeah, yeah. There's no reason to be. It's only friends in this room, no?"
"Yeah."
"So if I do this," Brazil, ever the opportunist, braced one hand on Blu's thigh and the other on his cheek as she gave him a sloppy kiss, "it shouldn't be a problem."
"Woah." Blu leaned back on the pillow, dizzy with all his feelings. "I would not be upset if you kissed me like that again."
Maze had given her a death glare.
Brazil shrugged. "Someone's gotta do it."
She sat on top of him and gave him the wettest kisses, sucking on his tongue, biting his lip, that was probably the first and last time his dick raised for someone other than Maze.
Boy was Maze salty, but Brazil couldn't find it in her to care that night. Hell, she was lucky she didn't just pull his pants down and get to work, God knew she wanted to.
Instead, Brazil kissed him deeper to not shake the table too much, but he didn't seem to be complaining. Blu's hands slid down her body to squeeze her ass, grabbing a bit of pussy in the process. She yelped, shocked at the courageous gesture from such a laid-back guy.
Oh yeah, Brazil thought, that dick had to be huge.
If only they were alone, or actually with someone fun...he'd be able to see her green eyes from the best angle.
"Hey, grumpy," she looked towards Maze as Blu sucked on her neck until her eyes closed, "ahhhh...you're really not gonna make this a threesome?" Her hair, long and black like a shadow draped over her shoulder.
She folded her arms and looked between them. "I would rather not have sex with my best friends."
"We're just kissing."
"And humping and groping and moaning... I'm good."
"You sure?"
"Yep."
"You jelly?"
"Nope."
"You don't care?"
"At all."
"Kay, so if I whip it out right now, you're saying you wouldn't tag team me in sucking the tip?"
"God," Blu interjected.
"Brasilia! You are one crazy bitch."
"You already knew that... And technically, I didn't hear a 'no.'"
"No!"
"Eh, I'm not convinced. Anyways, what happened to wifey for lifey? Must be only when we scissor."
"You guys scissor?" He asked, his cheeks completely flushed and brows raised in perpetual lust.
"Metaphorically." They said in unison. His face was a question mark but they just ignored him.
"So don't be a boring bitch, bitch. Your friend here is about to bust and rightfully so, since you've been edging him for like ten years."
"Not too much." She snapped.
"Not too much." Brazil mocked. "No, babes, what is that about? It's like you own him or something."
Maze seemed unwilling to answer the question. "And here comes the drama. I knew I shouldn't have brought you here, Zilly."
"I hate when you call me that."
"Good."
"Leave it to you to ruin a good time. You're the drama. You're killing my buzz all because you can't stay in your lane as a friend."
They were in each other's faces on the bed that seemed to be getting smaller, arguing back and forth. Blu was far too tipsy to be the greatest mediator in the world but he held them back when they grew exceedingly close to one another.
"Just face it, Maze."
"Face what?"
"You're in love with him, aren't you? You're in love with your best friend."
It was like everything paused and the world went to black and white.
Yep, she had dropped the L bomb.
Twice.
Through Maze's complete takeover of the red room, her refusal to be a girl's girl to the other dancers, and her mostly high, sometimes low friendship with Brazil, this was the night that things took a turn for the worse. Maze had sank her claws deep in Blu-perhaps he liked them there-but Brazil wasn't one to turn a blind eye.
The relationship between the two girls hadn't soured right in that moment but it was a means to an end.
The morning after, it was like nothing happened but on the flight back to Atlanta, the separation bug stung.
Brazil stopped calling, Maze stopped answering, and the lease on their apartment was almost up. Their season of intense friendship had finished, having been there for a good time, not a long time.
Always, Brasilia would wonder how a bitch could stop being her friend for telling the gospel truth.