Inner Circle (28 page)

Eve darted past the attendant that was busy putting the finishing touches on a stack of folded hand towels, nearly knocking her down.

“Sorry!” she yelled out as she scrambled to find a vacant stall. She slammed her hand against more than six doors before finding an opened one, which was located all the way in the back. Fortunately, Eve preferred the stalls in the back, a habit she adopted based on her mother’s logic of those being the least used and the cleanest. She was barely inside before her pants fell below her waist and warm trickles of urine began making their way down her thigh. She prayed no pee had made its way to her pants, but figured even if it had, it would be a problem that would have to wait to be resolved.

Eve slammed the door shut and with one quick motion, managed to balance and squat, permitting a rainfall of urine to flow from between her legs. The feeling was almost orgasmic as she closed her eyes and moaned with relief. After realizing her flow wasn’t ending, Eve reluctantly allowed her body to melt down in the seat. Ordinarily, she’d feel uncomfortable about sitting on a public toilet seat with her bare bottom, but today, she didn’t care. The release felt too good for her to be concerned about germs. Furthermore, from the looks of the bathroom, with its gold knobs, ivory bowls, and hand carved bamboo doors, she knew her ass was safe.

Eve heaved a sigh as her bag dangled from her now relaxed hand. “Ewwwww, chile,” she whispered with a smile as she continued to breathe in and out. As her body thawed from the warmth of the room, she couldn’t imagine fighting her way back out into the cold to return to her seat. Eve had immediately determined that Chase would just have to understand her decision to not return to those god-awful seats.

As Eve enjoyed the comfort of the room, she heard the sound of laughter near her stall. The laughter was contagious as Eve found herself quietly snickering to herself.

What the hell are you laughing for?
she thought to herself as she reached for the toilet paper in preparation to finally finish up and flush.

“Stooooop! Somebody could be in here!” a voice said playfully.

“Nobody’s here. The attendant just left for her break. Come on, if we hurry up, we can get in a quickie,” the second voice encouraged.

Eve quieted herself and lifted her legs slightly off the ground. Although she wasn’t sure if she was in the mood to wait out a little make out session by two lovers, she damn sure could relate to the urge for a little quickie in the bathroom even if it was between two women. She and Chase had been guilty of their fair share of bathroom-sex sessions in places far crazier than this. Be it at the Staple Center, Nokia Theater, or at any of the several restaurants located at L.A. Live, a quickie in the bathroom was always a good idea for Eve and Chase.

“Right now?” the first voice asked.

“Yes!”

She sat frozen on the toilet seat, afraid that if she moved it would set off the automatic flush. She felt herself getting moist as the slurping, smacking, and kissing sounds echoed across the room.

“Awww, yeah . . .” one of the ladies moaned. “Come on, baby, eat my pussy!”

“Oh my!” Eve mumbled softly.

The slurping and smacking continued a few moments longer before one woman spoke again. “We gotta stop before somebody comes in.”

“Hmmmmm,” the other groaned, clearly ignoring her partner’s request.

“Shit, that feels good,” one of them wailed, taking deep, long breaths.

“Damn, baby, your pussy is wet.”

Almost acrobatic, Eve leaned her body forward in an effort to see who was talking. Oddly, she felt as if she knew those voices. As she
strained to get a look at their faces, all she could make out was that one of women was wearing a fabulous pair of red snakeskin boots.

“Seriously, we’ve got to stop. Someone may catch us. This shit isn’t safe.”

“Okay!” the other woman reluctantly agreed. “I’m good now anyway. I just needed to taste you,” Red Boots declared.

“You’re so fucking nasty.”

Eve scrunched her face in disgust as she heard one of the women licking her fingers and lips loudly.

“Whatever, bitch, you know you like it.”

Eve watched as Red Boots leaned in for a kiss. “You know the drill. One minute, then you can come out.” Red Boots kissed her again then moved out of sight.

Eve heard the same rustling of clothing and could make out voice number one pulling up and zipping her pants. The door closed as Red Boots exited. Eve listened as voice number one turned and began washing her hands. She could see her reaching into her purse and heard the opening of a compact. Eve strained to see through the crack in the door just as voice number one leaned into the mirror, and she nearly lost her balance when she recognized the reflection looking back at her. It was Paula Andrews, president of the Leopards Wives’ Association!

Holy shit!
Eve thought.
What the fuck is going on?
It was all she could do to keep from falling off the toilet seat.

Paula washed her hands and freshened up her makeup.

Eve bit her lip as she contemplated her next move. She thought about coming out of the stall and busting Paula out, but what would she say? “I just heard you getting finger fucked by another woman”?

Eve fought the urge and remained with her feet in the air until Paula left the room. Who knew her time in the gym would come in handy for something like this!

When Eve was sure the coast was clear she lowered her feet, grabbed her things, and exited the stall. She still couldn’t believe what
she had heard and almost seen! Clearly Paula was involved in some kind of lesbian relationship, but with whom? Maybe it was one of the rookie wives since it had been no secret that Paula repeatedly took advantage of them. She had them doing everything from running errands to volunteering to work her charity events, making them earn brownie points with her, but this took sucking up to a whole other level, Eve thought.

Her mind raced as she staggered to catch her balance. “Oh my word!” she said, still trying to digest what she’d just witnessed. All sorts of questions came to mind. This was just the kind of shit she had been telling the association about. It was information like this that had to be handled carefully and used to the association’s advantage. One thing was for sure. Before she divulged what she knew, she had to find out who Red Boots was. From the conversation Eve had overheard, it was pretty obvious that this was not just some random meeting.

Eve washed her hands and checked her makeup. If she had had any reservations about going into the VIP room before, they had certainly faded now. She retraced her steps and found her way back to the attendant that had helped her moments prior.

“Excuse me,” Eve stated, “do you mind pointing me toward the opposing team’s box?”

“Sure thing, ma’am. Go straight-ahead and you’ll see a skybox with a makeshift sign that reads Leopards.”

“Thank you, love.” Eve scurried in the direction of the skybox.

On the way there, she caught a glimpse of the score on one of the nearby monitors. She couldn’t believe she’d completely missed half-time and five minutes of the third quarter.

The VIP and Press Room was buzzing with conversation as Eve scanned the room in search of Paula and Red Boots. Although Paula was nowhere in sight, Eve spotted Jackie sitting in the press section of the box representing KTEL.

She made her way over to KTEL’s table, bent down, and gave Jackie a hug. She was dying to tell Jackie what she had just witnessed
in the ladies’ room, but two other people were seated at the table alongside her so she’d have to wait. Besides, until she found out who Paula was involved with, the last person Eve would be sharing the information with was Jackie. She knew how Jackie was when it came to her job, and she wasn’t about to let her turn this shocker into one of her exclusives. Too many times Jackie had proven to be journalist first and friend second.

Jackie introduced the two people at the table as Dave and Karen, associates from KTEL. Dave was busy on his laptop, and Karen was involved with texting. They both nodded and smiled politely and went back to what they were doing.

“Did you just come in?” Jackie asked.

“Yes, I’ve been out in them cold-ass stands representing while you’ve been in here, warm and toasty,” Eve groaned.

“What can I say? My job has privileges. So how’d you get in?”

“Rothberg. My job has privileges too, but my husband is not impressed. I thought I’d get a drink and warm up a bit before I go back to Antarctica.”

“I know that’s right,” Jackie laughed. “If I wasn’t working, Ray would insist that I have my ass out there too.”

“Well, there’s an empty seat next to me if you want to freeze your tits off.”

“No, thanks. Take a load off. I’ll get you a drink ‘cause service is kinda slow. What do you want?”

“What are you drinking?” Eve asked.

“Beer, bitch! What else?” Jackie replied.

Eve laughed. “Girl, you and that beer!”

“What? You know I keeps it all the way one hundred,” Jackie sassed.

“Beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take a beer, as well,” Eve said taking a seat at the table and placing her coat and bag on the empty chair next to her.

As Jackie stood and headed for the bar Eve gave her a quick
once-over. Jackie was well dressed as usual, in a fabulous red cape sweater, tight leather like leggings, and . . . Eve’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened when she got to Jackie shoes. There they were! The bad-ass red snakeskin boots from the bathroom.

Eve looked frantically around the room for Paula Andrews, but she was nowhere in sight. Her eyes darted around the room once more, checking the shoes of every woman she saw. She knew the chances of someone else wearing an identical pair of those red boots were rare, but she looked anyway!

Eve glanced at her phone. She had a text from Amber.
“WHAT’S UP, FROSTY? LMAO!”
Eve was about to respond when Jackie returned with her drink.

“Here, I got you a vodka and cranberry instead. I told the bartender to make it strong, especially since your ass was stuck out there in the damn cold.” Jackie handed her the drink. “Hell, you look like you
need
this bad boy.”

“You have no idea how right you are.” Eve took a long sip. “By the way, nice boots,” Eve complimented.

“Thanks. You like?” Jackie raised her leg for Eve to get a better look.

“Yeah, they’re bad.”

“I had them custom-made. I can hook you up if you want.”

“I bet you could,” Eve said under her breath. She glanced down at her phone and noticed she’d missed several text messages from Amber.

“WHAT’S THE MATTER? FINGERS FROZEN?”
Amber’s last text read.

Just then the room erupted with a combination of cheers and groans. Eve glanced at the wide screen. Chase had scored again and was dancing in the end zone.

She downed the rest of her drink. “I gotta go,” she said, standing.

“So soon?” Jackie looked surprised.

“Yeah, I gotta get back to my post of duty. Thanks for the drink.”
Eve reached across the table and acknowledged Dave and Karen. “It was nice meeting you two,” she said to no response.

“Girl, you know Chase’s ass won’t mind if you stayed in here.”

“You know how spoiled he is. Besides, I don’t want to hear his mouth.” Eve grabbed her coat and bag and hurried from the room before Jackie could protest any further.

Once outside, Eve took a deep breath. She was trembling with nervous energy as she hurried back to her seat in the stands. As much as she tried to concentrate on the game, she couldn’t stop thinking about her discovery.

“Jackie and Paula in a lesbian relationship! What in the TMZ hell have I gotten myself into?” Eve questioned herself as she tried to erase the thought of Jackie tongue fucking Paula out of her mind.

Eve felt her phone vibrate again. She knew it was Amber sending her yet another text to which she quickly typed a reply.
“TRYING TO STAY WARM. WILL DEFINITELY CALL YOU THE MINUTE I GET TO THE AIRPORT. YOU WON’T BELIEVE WHAT I HAVE TO TELL YOU,”
she said, placing her iPhone back in her bag.

She glanced up at the scoreboard which read 35 to 17 in favor of the Leopards. She wasn’t sure if it was the excitement from the game or the information that was burning in her mind, but somehow, she didn’t feel so cold anymore.

“Win or go home!” she yelled, as she removed the hood from her head and leaned back against her seat to enjoy the rest of the game. Win or go home was right. With the Leopards looking to secure the win and the juicy gossip secure in her mind, Eve couldn’t wait to get home!

26

Eve
drove slowly as she and Amber looked for 1885 Barrington Street. Jai and Tony had just purchased a new home in Brentwood, and it was Jai’s turn to host the monthly TWA meeting.

“I don’t know why you insist on me not using my navigation. You know good and damn well you’re terrible with directions.”

“I can’t stand the sound of your navigation system. That bitch’s voice is so annoying,” Amber complained.