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</div>Sharon Quinn was bored. She was fed up with her job, which was basically watching a machine to make sure it did what it was supposed to do and pulling out the resulting mess when it didn't. She was fed up with the people she referred to as "friends", most of whom were really little more than colleagues or  acquaintances. She'd heard the saying "A friend will hep you move house, a good friend will help you move a body!" Most of hers, she wouldn't trust to help her move her swivel chair in the factory.<br/><br/>And mostly she was bored with spending evenings alone, playing crap games on her computer or phone or watching reruns on TV. Two hundred TV stations and not a thing worth watching on any of them. And frankly she was lonely. So she was here in this bar, that had a rep as a gay pick-up joint.Leaning on the bar and nursing a Bud, wondering why she even bothered. Black jeans, grey shirt and black leather jacket she hoped marked her as a butch, but there didn't seem to be any single femmes in the place.<br/><br/>"Hey babe, can buy you a drink?"<br/><br/>The voice came from behind her and was definitely male. She turned and looked the guy in the eye. "Do I look like a man to you?" She was reminded inevitably of the scene from Aliens:<i>'</i><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DCb8bqidtzzo&amp;hash=d592b07b17249c7a08f801ce5eb57836" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb8bqidtzzo" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"><i>Hey Vasquez, have you ever been mistaken for a man?' 'No. Have you?' </i></a>Such a great put-down.<br/><br/>"Huh, no, baby, That's why I was, askin'..."<br/><br/>"Buddy, you are in the wrooooong bar!" She smirked and with subtle movements of her head and eyes drew the guy's attention to the various couples around them, all of whom were same sex. She turned away just as a big beefy guy came over.<br/><br/>"Hey sweetie, Can I get you a drink?" he asked. The first guy still hadn't twigged and said "Hey piss off, I saw her first!"<br/><br/>"Oh sweetie, I wasn't askin'<i>her</i>, I was askin you!"<br/><br/>Sharon snorted in amusement as the first guy made an excuse and ran to save his ass - literally. Beefcake punched her on the shoulder and returned to his station. And then Sharon spotted her. Cute as a button, hair colour impossible to determine under the bar's coloured lights, and wearing those skin-tight leggings that emphasized the fact that she had a cute tight ass.<br/><br/>Sharon let out a soft growl and eased her way through the growing crowd at the bar to stand behind and to the left of the girl. Her drink in her right hand, her left slid across her body, gripped the closes of those firm mounds and squeezed, then withdrew. She waited then to see what the girl would do.