Jennifer's getting cuddly with the DJ

After a day and then an evening of one strikeout after another, you sigh at your image in the ladies' room mirror. The Crater actually has two ladies' rooms. You're in the FEMME one. Guys get the one-holer closet with the sink in the hall. Okay Kelly, you tell yourself. It's Jen.

You fix your hair, tug at your blouse, and head back out. The Crater has switched over from their piped music mix to a live DJ for dancing. She looks a little like a space alien, with a short haircut dyed bright green, and a pair of wireless headphones with little pointy antenna spikes. And Jen hanging off the DJ's arm, the arm that isn't working with her mixing pad. Jen's doing that little thing she told you about, rubbing the tip of her middle finger up and down the DJ's palm. Let's fuck, it means. And the DJ isn't shaking her off.

Now you've struck out with Jen? Your BFF who's been offering herself as a lesbian fuck buddy to you for months, up till earlier tonight? Your lips twist with a grimace. Shake it off, you tell yourself.

Following your own advice, you prance out on the dance floor by yourself and start dancing at Jen, making sure you catch her eye, and then shaking everything you've got at her. Blonde hair, a little short, but it shakes some. Titties, kinda small, but enough to bounce. Butt? Well, you've got hips, anyway, even if you have kinda a boy butt.

Roll +HOT(+1) to TELL Jennifer with your actions that you want her: 8. On a 7-9, you have to turn her on.

You've caught Jennifer's attention. She waves at you and makes little gestures to encourage you to step it up. Jennifer's still standing by the DJ, and she grins and says something. The music changes to a fast, high-energy song. You dance your ass off for Jen, licking your lips, shaking your hips, bending and rising to bounce your tits at her. You get some hoots and cheers from some of the other gals in the bar, who can see you're not just dancing, but dancing at someone.

"Shake it for the DJ!" says a compact, tough-looking woman in denims. From her look, you think she must use the BUTCH ladies' room. Jen told you that it still has urinals from its time as a men's restroom, and she's seen gals use them.

But you're shaking it for Jen.

When the song winds down, you lean against a square wooden pillar at the edge of the dance floor, catching your breath.

Jennifer uncurls her hand from the DJ's and comes over. "I nearly had Minerva talked into bed, Kel. But then you just lit on fire on the dance floor and she started asking about you." Jen laughs. "I love straight girls, she told me. So, Kel, were you dancing at me? Or at her?"

You dart a glance over at the DJ. She's looking down into her mixing pad. Her head and shoulders sway slightly with the beat of the music. Your lips tingle. She looks GAY AS FUCK like half the staff of Labor and Delivery, but she doesn't have to try and hide it. And you can kinda see her energy from how she moves and stands, tight and fast and hard.

Jen rubs your butt and gives you a little spank. "Give, girl. Who do you want?"

What's your choice?

• "You, Jen." Roll +HARD(+1) to GET FUCKED by Jen in a hopefully private corner.
• "Both of you." Roll +HOT(+1) to pick up Minerva for a quickie threesome between sets.