The place was a rough sort of joint, with a wooden bar and a brass rail. Karen had stood with one foot on the rail in a mannish pose – but there was nothing masculine about the expanse of creamy white thigh that her posture revealed. The barmaid, a brawny woman with tattoos on her forearms and a blonde crewcut, had stared at Karen's tits so hard that she had spilled a drink. Karen had smiled at the fascinated woman, but decided that she would prefer a more feminine type. If she was going to make it with a girl, she wanted it to look and act like a girl, not a replica of a man.

Soon a sexy little redhead with big tits had come up to stand beside her, eyeing Karen speculatively.

"Your first time here?" she asked.

"Yeah," Karen replied.

"You, ahhh – you know what sort of place this is, don't you?" the redhead asked.

"Oh, sure. It's a dyke joint," said Karen.

The redhead, whose name was Cindy, had blinked at that open admission, then smiled.

"You don't look like a lesbian," she said.

"I'm not," Karen said.

Cindy looked disappointed.

"I guess you are, though, huh?" Karen asked.

"Well – yeah," Cindy confessed.

Karen had raised her glass and sipped, her white teeth clicking on the rim and the tip of her tongue sliding slowly across her lower lip.

Then, coming directly to the point, Karen said, "Do you suck cunt?"

Cindy had blushed and looked confused. She had wondered if Karen was making fun of her, mocking her inclinations? But Karen wasn't laughing. She was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I suck cunt," Cindy replied, nodding, gazing nervously at the raven-haired beauty.

Karen raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Would you like to suck me off, Cindy?"

"Oh! Oh, shit, yes!" Cindy wailed.

Without further ado, Karen and Cindy had left the bar, followed by the envious gaze of the other cunt-hungry dykes seated, stiff-tongued, around the room.