Jennifer teases you until you have to insist on your way

"Anna. So why did you really switch with Kelly?" Jennifer asks you. "Don't you have a pathology rotation later anyway?" she says. Pathology starts later than Lexie Holt's lab specimen collection or Dr. DeLoria Cutler's OB/GYN schedule, so you and Jennifer are left in the trainee changing room.

You stare at Jennifer's mirror image as she brushes out her long dark hair. Usually she does a ponytail, but for Pathology, she wraps and pins it. Formaldehyde is not good for hair, and hair is not good for preserved tissues and organs.

"Kelly didn't like it," you answer her. "She looked sick. And if I didn't switch, I wouldn't get to work with you."

"Are you hitting on me, Anna?" Jennifer says. Her face in the mirror has a broad smile.

"Yes," you say. "I'm hitting on you, Jennifer."

Jennifer laughs. "Okay," she says.

"Okay?" you say.

"Okay, time to go," Jennifer says. "Pathology lab, here we come. I think we're going to learn about fixatives today. Or maybe stained tissue sections. But maybe it's more gross anatomy."

It takes most of the day to figure out that Jennifer is teasing you. She walks ahead of you, wiggling her hips. She walks behind you, a little too close, breathing into the top of your head. She bumps into you going through doors. In the elevator, she bends her knees and pulls back her arms like she's about to pounce on you. But the the moment passes, the elevator stops with a thump, and you stumble into the doors as they're opening for a gurney with a patient on the way to X-Ray.

At lunch, she quizzes you on your turn-ons and your experiences. She's intrigued to hear about your love-hate attitude toward heterosexual sex.

"So it's the penetration, really?" she asks. "That's all you get from men? I mean, there are strap-ons, right?"

"Mostly," you say. "Good sex with men is better than strap-ons. But men are always a mess and they always blame it on you. I gave up."

Jennifer smiles. "Kelly's still trying. As much as I try to show her the error of her ways. She doesn't want to have sex with me because she thinks it'll ruin our friendship."

"That is a strange attitude. But I never had a best friend that way. It seems..." You shrug, letting your voice trail off. Too intimate? Too dangerous? You take a breath and let out a sigh. "It seems like a lot of work."

Jennifer laughs. "Not always," she says. "Kelly is this lofty idealist. About friendship, anyway. I'm convinced she's as much of a nympho as me, she just doesn't want to admit it."

"Or maybe she does not know how to ask?" you say, speaking for yourself. Jennifer did you the favor of straight-out asking if you were hitting on her, and "yes" was true.

Jennifer reaches out and tickles under your chin with two fingers. A rush of tingling sensation flows through your body.

"Why, Anna, you're blushing," Jennifer says. "Better put that away before someone notices." She winks. "Does it go down to your tits?"

"Find out," you say. "How about..."

"Eh, gotta go pee," Jennifer says. She grins and takes her tray to the tray return conveyor belt. "See you down in the basement."

Jennifer escapes before you can ask her Can I see? .

The pathology lab, at least, is interesting. You get to practice the wax fixation process. It's not so common any more, but this small town hospital is decades old, going on a hundred years, and as long as there's someone requesting a procedure, and someone doing the procedure, and the equipment is there, it keeps happening. The volunteer training content is substantial. The procedures are interesting. The specimens are fascinating. You peer at a great big lump of...liver?

"Is this a whole liver?" you ask.

"Oh, no, just a lobe. The rest of that liver is still walking around with its owner, metabolizing **** and secreting bile," the pathologist says. "Solid tumor, no complications. Livers are tough. They grow back if you give them a chance."

At the end of your shift, Jennifer's making little "hee hee" sounds as she walks ahead of you again, wiggling her butt. She has more than you, but you'd still call her figure boyish.

"Jen?" you say.

She pauses. "Yes, Anna?"

"Today?" you say.

"Okay," Jen says. She nods and turns back round.

"Sex?" you say.

"Okay," she says. But she just starts walking again.

She is teasing. You are done with that.

"Okay? Then now, Jen."

You take Jennifer by the elbow and pull her into a basement storeroom.

Jennifer has a grin on her face. "Okay," she says.

Roll +HARD(+1) to DOMINATE Jennifer: (3 + 6) + 1 = 10.
On a 10+, when you DOMINATE her, she does what you command, take +1 Forward.

You have 0 XP, +1 Hard, -1 Hot, -1 Cool, +2 Control, and know the CHARACTER MOVES Ass-Licking and Masturbate.

Choose what you command Jennifer to do, taking +1 Forward. You can use GET FUCKED (2d6 + 1 + Hard for +2) to make her go down on you, to grind on each other, or to finger-fuck you, or you can use EAT HER (2d6 + Hot + 1 for +0).