She sat at the bar with her first beer. The barwoman was the dark-haired one with the long ponytail, and she gave Lou a small smile. Lou had seen her in the gym she used each morning. She was pretty sure the woman didn’t know her as their workout sessions had only crossed paths a few times. She was fit and had a nice lean body, but she was too thin for Lou. She much preferred curves and softness.

It was pretty quiet, only two couples already fully in action and two other women along the wall, quietly sipping their drinks while they watched the couples and the door to see who came in. Lou focused her attention on a couple in the corner. With their jeans and underwear down around their knees, they were taking turns fucking each other, never quite bringing each other to orgasm. It was just one endless fuck that had them both panting. She eventually realised they might have been baiting each other, seeing who would “break” first, because suddenly one of them groaned, “Oh Christ,” and dropped to her knees to bury her face in the other’s pussy. She licked until her partner screamed her pleasure. Lou smiled, relishing the way this club enabled anyone to let loose with zero inhibitions.

As she sipped her beer, the room gradually filled. Not everyone stopped in Green, of course. Quite a few wandered through to Blue or Red, although they invariably took their time as they crossed the room to check things out. Lou struggled to tune in to what her body wanted tonight. All she could come up with was the vague notion that she didn’t want to think about it in any detail. She wanted to feel and come, and she really didn’t care how that happened.

She moved to the centre bar, wondering if a closer proximity to things would help. She watched as one woman slowly fucked another. They were down on the floor, one sitting with the other straddling her thighs. With her head thrown back, the one on top slowly plunged up and down the other woman’s fingers.

The position sparked something in Lou. Was it the closeness? Or maybe it was the fact that the one being fucked was also the one in control. Whatever it was, it stirred her up, awakening her. She followed the feeling, connected with it, and let it tell her what she needed.

And then she knew. A visit to the Blue Room might help, for once.

She walked into Blue and ordered her drink from the cute woman with braids who always gave her a small wink whenever their paths crossed. It was probably against the rules, but Lou had been here enough times to know all three barwomen by sight, and they all acknowledged her in some way. She smiled back and made her way to the stools at the centre bar.