Dia was grumpy. Her flight had already been delayed for 5 damned hours and she just wanted to get back home to California. Now some Airport stuffed shirt was telling her the flight was being cancelled until the next day, and would she like a hotel. As always she was gracious about things but after sitting in the terminal with three suitcases for 5 hours she just wanted to relax.
She left her bags in her room, and decided to just go out and veg. She'd remembered hearing from the staff at the strip club she had performed at about a small lesbian club in downtown Vancouver called Lick, and, not feeling up to being hit on by horny drunk men, she decided to go get hit on by horny drunk women instead.
She took a corner seat with her rye & coke where she could see the whole bar. It definitely wasn't a huge space, but it had great atmosphere. Women grinding and dancing, making out on the dance floor, no one caring what anyone thought. Her kind of place. She almost let herself wonder if anyone here might recognise her but hoped they wouldn't. Sometimes anoniminity had it's perks.
After a few minutes she begin to unwind, and spotted a very shy girl at the other end of the room trying to blend into the wall. Dia had always had a thing about shy girls, some driven need to break them out of their shells. She studied the girl. She seemed to not know anyone. She was drinking a plain Coke and hiding in the shadows trying not to be noticed.
The girl was blonde, a little chubby but in a very curvy way, with huge breasts and beautiful piercing hazel eyes. Her lips were a porn director's wet dream. Dia decided to go and say hello.
"Is that floor doing the cha cha?" she asked. "It seems to have your undivided attention."
The poor girl almost fell out of her chair jumping in shock, spilling her coke on her breasts. Dia felt bad for startling the poor thing and mopped up some of the spilled soda with some napkins, quietly noting to herself how hard the girl's nipples got at this.
"I... I'm sorry," the girl stammered. "I just... no one ever talks to me here, you caught me offgaurd."
Dia smiled, curious by the girl's statement. She wasn't even the chubbiest girl in the bar by a longshot, and the other girls were having no trouble being noticed or devoured.
"I can't imagine why," Dia cooed, "with a rack like that I thought you'd be beating the girls off with a stick."
The girl raised a brow at Dia.
"Oh you are SO not from around here," she said very matter-of-factly.
"What makes you think that?" Dia asked, puzzled.
"Because if you were a regular," the girl replied, "someone would've told you to stay away from me by now. I only even come here because the owner is a friend and I draw her flyers for her."
"Now why would anyone warn me away from those gorgeous eyes?" Dia asked brazenly. "Are you some kind of heartbreaker? I'm not looking for ever after sweetie."
"No... um..." the girl was stammering again. "It's um.... you see I.... um...."
Dia caressed the girl's cheek, and the girl visibly shivered at the touch, but then abruptly pulled away.
"You're beautiful Dia," the girl said, making Dia blink, "but you don't want to do this."
