Aka. "Destination Anywhere", "The Boy and Girl from County Bavaria"... After a very intense year in Würzburg (Germany), I'm back in Salamanca. I probably won't have that many experiences to write, but there's always an excuse to post a new entry!

And now, a little flashback so you know what Johanna was talking about in the last bit ;)

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"No freakin' way!" Johanna giggled loudly "I still can't believe you used to work as a cage dancer in a club!"
"I did!" Sharon replied, laughing equally loudly.
Both girls were alone at home that evening. Marco was spending a few days away with his girlfriend, so his two flatmates had decided to enjoy some girly time and get to know each other a little better. The effects of the two glasses of red wine that had been poured were already starting to kick in, so the room was filled with laughter and bubbly conversations.
"Haven't you ever had a job you're ashamed of?" Sharon wondered.
"Not unless you count McDonald's."
"Well, who hasn't had to work there sometime?"
"True... but I still can't get over you being a cage dancer" Johanna shook her head "You're just far too smart and classy for that."
"Aaaaw, you called me classy!" the brunette bit her lip "But yeah, I had just arrived in this country and needed the money desperately... and I can prove it!"
Johanna observed her walking into her room. Only then she noticed that it was hard to fix her gaze on something, which was no wonder, seeing the empty bottle on the coffee table. Sharon returned a few minutes later with a pile of photos.
"Graphic evidence?" the younger girl chuckled, sliding closer to her friend to see the pictures.
"Mmhmmm"
The first one showed Sharon dressed in a really scarce outfit consisting of a pink bikini top, a matching miniskirt that barely deserved that name and white boots up to the middle of her calves. She was posing inside a cage, a cheeky grin on her face.
"And yes, we were always dressed like that. Only different colours from time to time" she explained.
"Wow!" Johanna's greenish eyes were wide, still studying the picture, as though she was hoping to find hints that it was a fake.
Sharon smiled as she showed her the next photo. It was slightly blurred because it had been taken while she was dancing inside the same cage. The lights were low and the crowd was looking up at her. Johanna couldn't see her faces, but she was sure they would all be drooling all over her.
"Ok, now I believe you. But I want to see the rest, too."
"Sure. This is me in front of the club... here are some more of us dancing..." the brunette shuffled through the pictures "Oh, and these are the girls."
"There were more dancers?"
"Yeah. Five more - Anna, Patty, Brooke, Nikki and Flo."
"Flo? That's a male name in Austria" Johanna smiled.
"I think her name was Florence, but she hated it. And trust me, she was anything but male."
To prove her point, she handed Johanna one more picture. Sharon and Flo were sitting on a couch, probably in the VIP lounge of the club, with two glasses in front of them. Both were grinning, and Flo's arm was around Sharon's shoulders, their heads quite close to one another. Dressed in their everyday clothes, they did not look like disco dancers at all. In fact, Johanna had to admit that the girl seemed very sweet. She had beautiful blue eyes, flawless skin and wavy, dark blonde hair, which was as long and well taken care of as Sharon's. Her nose was pierced, but that didn't make her seem menacing or any less charming. Her smile was adorable, one of the most sincere ones Johanna had seen. Besides, she couldn't help but notice how lovingly she was cuddling Sharon in the picture.
"Wow! She's really pretty!" the younger girl exclaimed "And you seemed to be very good friends."
"We were indeed!" Sharon nodded "She was so much nicer than all the others!"
"You guys didn't get along?"
"Eh, it was ok for a while. Except for Anna, who was a huge asshole, I didn't have many problems with the rest. We were just working together and tried to get on well, but they were all bitches. I was one, too."
"You?" Johanna giggled "I can't picture you being a bitch at all!"
"I was! But only to those who deserved it. Probably if you knew some of the things I did to Anna or Brooke, you'd hate me!"
"Like what?"
"Well, when Brooke was new, the other girls and I would gang up and pretty much bully her all the time. And with Anna... well, we videotaped her having sex with the manager and had her fired."
Her flatmate couldn't believe her ears. She let out a gasp.
"Oh, wow! I would have never expected such a thing from you..."
"I can't believe it myself either, when I think about it. I'm glad I'm not like that anymore."
"Yeah, I'm glad, too!"
The brunette chuckled softly, making her friend smile. Her eyes travelled back to the picture she was holding.
"But Flo was completely different" she continued her narration "She was a total sweetheart and would never hurt anyone. She was the live-and-let-live kind, so all the others respected her. I think it was impossible not to get on well with her."
"She does seem very likeable. And she's good-looking."
"Oh yes, she was absolutely gorgeous!" Sharon replied "And too bad you can't see her body in the photo. Believe me - if you saw it, your jaw would totally drop. Not to mention if you saw her naked."
"Naked?"
"Yeah. We'd all change together in the dressing rooms, so of course I got to see a lot of all the rest. She was spectacular; such an amazing body that you would fall in love with her."
Johanna giggled at the comment. Inside, however, she wondered what Sharon actually meant by falling in love. She hadn't known her flatmate for long, but she seemed pretty open and had no problem to talk about anything. Even so, Johanna was not the kind to discuss such a personal thing as sex with someone who wasn't a really close friend or a partner, so she and Sharon had never had any conversations about their private lives. For a moment, seeing how intensively she had complimented that Flo chick made her ask herself whether she was living with a girl who was into women. Later on, though, she'd witness some of Sharon's stories with men, which, even if they didn't end too well, made her forget about the topic.

"So you think she's into women and doesn't want to admit it?" Marco asked.
"No! I don't know whether she's really into women... and in any case, she doesn't know yet."
"Johanna, that's a bit stupid. If all women who have bad experiences with men turned gay, there'd probably be no straight left in the world."
"I'm just saying" the younger girl tried to soften it up "That she has clearly checked women out before. And knowing her background with guys, I wouldn't be surprised if she was... well, willing to give it a shot."
"I don't know, maybe... But I just hope she won't use Tarja as her guinea pig. There's something I don't trust about her."
"Me neither" she agreed, switching off the stove "So... can you start setting the table?"