The music hit her full on when she entered Milk. It was always a shock and in a few seconds she was used to it. It was very late and upon not seeing her usual circle of friends, they must have gone home, Bette went to the bar. It was a half hour till closing time but the party was still partying. Countless women were squeezed together like sardines, the sweat flashing and some snatching handfuls of flesh and some grinding till the musky scent of sexual excitement was heavy. Bette ordered a screwdriver, her favorite, and turned around with arms on the counter her chest side facing the dance floor. She looked like a pimp and the ***** came and went, winking out of the corner of their eyes. Bette looked the other way. On every other night she would have picked from the wide variety available to her, she would have taken home a young vulnerable and inexperienced *****. She would have used all her sexual skills to bring that little ***** to the brink, make her beg and beg until Bette decided to push her off. Over the edge the ***** would goand Bette would watch her quietly while that little ***** would catch her breath, sweat glistening and pathetic in her vulnerability. More than once Bette deflowered a young virgin. However tonight Bette turned her gaze away. Something was nagging her. She felt stupid, she had a countless selection to choose from and she didnt want any of them. In fact they looked really stupid out there, tomorrow they would be hung-over and tired and probably in bed with someone they dont even remember going home with. Bette did that more than once. And now feeling a little sick from the deafening music Bette left the club, a thousand eyes following her. It was only very rarely did Bette leave without one of her ***** hanging off her arm. In the Saab Bette berated herself, she was going home because she was tired. She had work tomorrow. She had a million things to do. She couldnt waste the night away and wake up half-dead from exhaustion waiting for the other woman to go home.

Once home Bette dragged her feet, she was regretting going home already. What a pussygoing out like that when they were all watchinglike some cold fish. Flopping fully-clothed on the couch Bette fiddled with the phone cord, and then finally slapped herself. Get real Bette you know why you didnt go home with somebecause of herbecause of Tina. Tina. Bette knew she wasnt in love (she wasnt smart enough to know she actually was) and she knew it was only the conquistador in her talking. After speaking for a few minutes with Tina Bette was already undressing her mentally. She felt sexually attracted to her and swore that Tina had some kind of curiosity. Bette was looking at her pretty intensely. It was her gold hairit must have been her hair. Bette couldnt take her eyes of it, she wanted to lean closely and smell it. Of course she didnt and Bette controlled herself. Bette fiddled with the phone more making more excuses. This woman, this Tina, she was means nothing to me nothing. Bette told herself it was because she wanted to have Tina to be another notch on her belt, another conquest. And why not? Bette felt like a challengeseducing a straight womanfabulous. No love…Bette would not fall in love no way. After convincing herself Bette dialed Erics number and got a groggy reply in return. Bette apologized for the late call and quickly invited him to the dinner Bette was having with several known arty people in a few days. Eric agreedit would be great to publicize his business. Twirling the cord with her fingers Bette asked if uhTina could come.

Yeah yeah im sure she would love to…

after hanging up Bette felt a flutter in her stomach she never felt before.