10+ - You find Jaina alone in her dressing room.

Unlike the other clubs that you've frequent, you've earned enough of the respect of the dancers, staff, and the owner of the club to get backstage access most of the time, as is the case this night. After all, Jaina is one of the club's headliners, and although you're not overly muscular, you have made every effort to help keep the peace whenever rival motorcycle gang or club members clash, or to stand up to anyone trying to hit on Jaina whenever she's servicing you. It's also a plus when she's been a customer at the vehicle customs shop you work at during the day, and she's always a sight to see when she's there. And so along the way, you greet the other dancers and staff as you walk by, and when you reach Jaina's dressing room, you knock on her door.

"Who is it?" Jaina asks, her sweet, sultry voice with that German accent from her German heritage heard across the door.

"It's Eric, Jaina." You tell her in response.

"Door's unlocked, hon. Come on in, babe." Jaina tells you, then you enter the door. You see her still in that leather cupless corset, her top-heavy breasts still exposed, and her dark pink nipples hard from the exposure. You can also see some of the various tattoo's on her arms, back, and legs--even through the stockings. As you close the door behind you, she gestures for you to lock it.

"How you've been hon?" She turns to face you, letting you see her large breasts, which bounce as she walks over to you, and plants a deep kiss to your lips.

"I've been well, Jaina. How about you?" You gently return that deep kiss she gives you, feeling her press her breasts against you.

"I've been doing well since our last meeting, although I almost had quite the trouble with one of the gang members when he was overly drunk." Jaina takes your hand guides you to the chairs, so that you can sit down across from her.

"So I've heard. How about your rides? Have you had any problems with them?" You watch her settle onto the chair, her fingers dangling playfully on her trimmed blonde bush.

"None, so far, hon." Jaina smiles to you. "My roommates loved the custom truck I commissioned with you. It goes so well with cruising the streets, or bringing our musical equipment to the club for those nights where I'm singing and playing the guitar."

"Aahh, still toggling between dancing and rocking, Jaina." You look to her.

"Yes, Eric. I love doing both of those things, as you well know." She gives you a smile. "You also know that I love working on my rides, as well. But that's for another time, of course. What can I do for you tonight?"