= It was no joke. I felt as flustered as one who had just been thoroughly fucked, without any of the acrobatics. Suddenly, I could hardly =

= breathe. I was just...paralyzed, still holding onto the bar for support. And there were....sensations...which I will not describe at =

= this time.....but they were definitely /present/, all over. And I was afraid of just how transparent they were. "I can think of a few =

= things you need, but no, a neon sign definitely isn't one of them." And there she was, just...painfully nonchalant, voice dripping with =

= obvious suggestion that was totally not needed for her point to be received - loud and clear. And I felt like I was just standing there, =

= watching an impending car crash, as she set her own glass down on the counter and took a deliberate step forward, making everything all =

= the more hot and tense and suffocating, in a /very/ sobering way, as I felt her body press into mine, every line and curve and =

= suggestion of lean muscle molded with mine. "So...what is it that you're looking for?" What was I looking for? One of those big black =

= holes cartoon characters draw to escape troubling situations? #Simone? Where was #Simone? A quick glance told me she would be of =

= absolutely no help. #Jackie? A meek little voice whispered up, but she was the last thing I had eyes for in the moment. I couldn't deny =

= it. There had to be a part of me that enjoyed where this was going, that was curious to see how far she'd go. Practice, right? What =

= was the harm in flirting....or...let's be real...f....ornicating....with an absolutely gorgeous total stranger that I'd probably never =

= see again? I'd certainly done it before. Lots of times. So what if I didn't have any moves. Only...I /tried/ to summon up my usual =

= courage to take charge of the situation, tried to remember how to flirt, but I was rendered practically speechless. In the end, terror =

= won out, anxiety, that feeling of just not being prepared for /any/ of this....or maybe my choice was totally - subconsciously - =

= deliberate. I tipped back my glass, hastily finishing off my wine, and only managed to croak out a desperate retreat.> The bathroom! =

= <Yes. Play it off. The bathroom. That's what I was looking for. Had I only considered the ramifications of visiting a bathroom in a =

= lesbian bar, of /any/ bar, the very /implication/. Very poor...or /life-altering/ choice of exits... The look on #Simone's face when I =

= emerged...about...an hour later...though? Totally worth it.>

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