"Curious about you."

Around forty minutes later, a real party is in progress.

Gretchen’s pouring beers for the three dozen biker girls and other assorted lesbians who’ve shown up to get in on the action. Iris and Candace are still blundering around with their hands cuffed and their panties down, demanding to be released as strong hands pinch their butts and sometimes pull them down to sit on biker girls’ laps. Of course, they can’t leave, because then they’d have to walk all the way across town back to the station.

The door opens.

“Hey,” says Rachel, walking in, at the head of a pack of straight girls. “Where’s Roxy? I have a bone to pick with her. You girls are in so much trouble for what you did the other night.”

“What did we do?”

“You know what we did. You tricked all us curious straight girls out of our pants, and then you kept us here all night long, making fun of us! You even made us sing karaoke! With no pants! It was a mean trick, and I’m here to get justice for it.”

“How do you know we won’t just do it again?” says Gretchen, polishing a glass.

“Because someone called the police, that’s how! Soon, Sheriff Brown and Deputy Ruiz will be here, and then you won’t be able to lay a finger on us. I’m going to watch as they march you away in handcuffs, you…”

Rachel pauses. She has just observed that the two bare bottoms currently wiggling over the pool table, with the grinning biker raising a ping-pong paddle behind them, look very much like they belong to Sheriff Brown and Deputy Ruiz. The blue uniform trousers puddled around their ankles seem to confirm it. Several more lesbian bikers have just stepped in behind the straight girls, blocking their exit.

“Actually,” she says, “on second thought, I’m not sure I’m really that curious about lesbian bars at all.”

“Too bad, girl. The lesbian bar is curious about you.”

Rachel and her straight friends make very cute bottomless barmaids. Gretchen has a great time watching them shuffle around the room, naked below the waist, faces red as the lusty lesbians smack and grope and tease and take lots of pictures. And their group rendition of Fat-Bottomed Girls, up on the karaoke stage, is surprisingly good.

It’s a pity, she thinks, that Roxy had to miss it.