Keywords: Dirty, Jennifer, Gets,

Andrea nodded. "Book me J if you can."

"That'll be 15 credits a night. You can pay in the morning."

"Another friend of mine by the name of Thunder will be coming in. You can send him to that room." The woman nodded. "And I'll need an appointment with whoever is in charge of security for the tower as soon as possible."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "That would be the Military General on the high council. His schedule is booked up for the next..." She checked "Eight Weeks, and even then he personally approves all appointments." She typed something else into the computer. "You are in luck though. There was a cancellation first thing tomorrow with his fourth in command. I can book you in at 7:30."

Andrea frowned. "That'll have to do."

"Very good. The man's name is Colonel Jack Johnson. Floor 8, room 3."

Andrea nodded. 'Jack Johnson?' Andrea thought to herself. What kind of a name was that? She moved around the reception desk and approached one of the elevators. Cautiously, she stepped inside to see a man in a traditional hotel uniform standing beside the buttons. "What floor Ms.?"

"Uh... I can push the button myself."

He smiled genuinely. "I'm sure you can but if you did that, I'd be out of a job. So what floor can I take you to?"

"64"

"Very good." He pressed the button.

Andrea braced herself when the elevator began moving. "I haven't been in one of these in years."

He smiled. "I won't tell anyone." Andrea smiled back. She watched the buttons light up as she passed the floors. "This is your first time in the tower, if I may be so bold?"

Andrea nodded. "First time in the tower."

"Ah, excellent. Are you going to be staying with us long?"

"I uh... I don't expect so."

"I see. Well, I hope you enjoy your stay." The doors opened with a ding at floor 64 and Andrea stepped out as cautiously as she had entered. The floors were carpeted thickly and freshly vacuumed. She walked down the long hall until she saw a sign for room "K." She set a course and knocked on the door.

"C... Come in."

Andrea entered the room to see Bob sitting in an overly plush chair with his hands in his lap. It seemed like he had been sitting that way for a long time. "Having fun?"

"Ah, A... Andrea. It's good to see you a... again. And a... actually, no. I'm quite bored. T... There isn't much to d... do here without money."

"I see. How's Kitty."

He seemed to get even more cheerful. "Oh, y... you'll be glad to hear that she's doing b... better than expected. She'll be fully healed by t... tonight... well in a few hours actually. T... The medical equipment here is... quite impressive to say the least. I... If you'd like you can g... go visit her."

"I think I will. Thanks."

"M... My pleasure."

Andrea went back into the hall and pressed the button for the elevator. The doors slid open and the same operator was standing there, arms behind his back. "You again, eh? Going down?"

Andrea stepped in. "Yeah. B2."

"Ah, the medical bay." His voice took on a more serious tone as he pushed the button. "Injured friend?" Andrea nodded. "He'll be alright, I hope."

Andrea smiled. "She'll be fine in a couple hours now."

"Excellent. Good news all around then. My best friend just woke up from a weeklong coma this morning. Good doctors we have here."

"Sounds like." The elevator dinged and the doors opened. Andrea started to walk through but he held an arm out.

"Not quite there yet."

An elderly couple entered. They quickly told the man they wanted the lobby and began to talk quietly to each other. A few seconds later, the elevator came to a stop and they got out. "Didn't we pass by floor 2?" Andrea asked cautiously.

"Indeed we did. You want floor B2."

"What's the difference?"

"Basement," the man said with a smile. Andrea's eyes went wide. That was right. These old 'skyscrapers' all had a few floors of basement.

The doors dinged a final time. "Have a good day," he said as she exited.

"You too." The doors started to close.

"Reception is just around the corner to the left," he said quickly, leaning forward before the doors finally shut.

Andrea followed his directions and immediately arrived at the reception desk. The whole infirmary section was painted white and smelled of some of the sanitizing agents she had gotten of a whiff of from Bob's bag. The receptionist was an older man that looked at her breasts with a little two much vigor. "I'm here to see Kitty."

"Pardon me?" He shook his gaze away from her chest and painfully moved to her eyes. Andrea frowned internally but ignored it.

"Kitty Serandon."

"Ah. Let me take a look here." He looked down to a file in a drawer and pulled out a folder marked S. "Room 14. It's down that way on your right." He pointed.

"Thank-you."

"My pleasure," he said with a grin. Andrea walked down the hall to find room 14 on the left and Kitty's name in masking tape on the door. Andrea took a deep breath and went into the room.

There were two beds inside but one was empty. Kitty sat up in the other one, with a pair of headphones on. She was staring rather blankly at the wall. "Kitty?" Andrea walked into sight and Kitty brightened up and took off the headphones.

"Andrea," she said excitedly. "I was wondering when you'd get here."

"I just got into town an hour ago. How are you?"

"I'm okay. How are you?" She asked seriously.

"I'm... okay." Andrea sat down beside the bed. "I feel terrible about what I did to you."

"You weren't yourself."

Andrea looked up a little shocked. "You're not mad at me?"

Kitty smiled. "Upset, maybe. Mad, no. As far as I'm concerned, all's forgiven."

Andrea smiled back and leaned over to give the other woman a warm kiss. "I'm really sorry." Kitty smiled again and patted her on the knee.

"I only get one kiss?"

Andrea leaned over again and pressed her lips into the other woman. Kitty's tongue snaked its way into Andrea's mouth and another arm pulled Andrea closer. Andrea's hand found Kitty's breast and rested there as the two continued the passionate embrace. They were stopped by a forced coughing sound coming from the door. "Should I come back later?" A doctor asked.

Kitty smiled at Andrea's embarrassment. "No of course not. Come on in."

"That won't be necessary," the doctor said plainly. "You're all done. You can go whenever you like. Clean bill of health." He turned partway out the door then changed his mind and looked back. "Just stay away from any kind of sex in that particular region for at least a week." Kitty nodded and the doctor left.

"So, where are you taking me for my recovery dinner?" Kitty asked with a grin on her face.

"I don't know. Let's hit the town."

* * * *

After a quick change or clothes for Kitty and an elevator ride down, the two women exited the tower, despite Andrea's objections. Kitty wanted to visit the 'actual' town, and not just the luxury that the tower provided.

The two women walked down the dirt streets of the city. There was a surprising amount to take in. Although it more or less looked like slums, there was a lot of culture. People did everything from playing music to having sex in the streets. There were no laws, just personal codes. It was the type of place Andrea despised; yet thrived in.

"What about this place?" Kitty asked with a smirk. Andrea looked above the door of the large wooden shack to see the name. 'The Rusty Fire Pole.'

"What the hell is it?" Andrea asked.

"Well, my guess, from the name, and all the middle age men going inside... Probably a strip club."

Andrea looked to Kitty. "I don't know if there's much to entertain me in there."

"But there is for me. And you owe me remember?" She was joking, but Andrea felt she really did. She nodded and walked with Kitty to the door.

"They probably have a cover. How do we get in without money?"

"I have an idea."

The women entered the building through a heavy wood door and immediately found themselves in a short hallway with a desk at the end.

"How can I help you two ladies?"

"Umm... Do you know English?" Andrea had allowed herself to forget that they speak another language down here. But the Coalition seemed to be very English oriented. It was curious.

"How can I help you two ladies?"

"How about entrance?" Kitty said plainly.

"Alright, what do you two have to pay with."

"Actually... Nothing."

"Well then that is a problem. No freebees. Sorry."

"Hang on," Kitty insisted. "What if she did a free dance?"

"What?" Andrea practically yelled. "No way."

"Doesn't sound like your girl friend is interested."

Kitty turned to Andrea and spoke to her quietly. "Come on. It's the only way to get in. I would but I don't have the breasts for it."

Andrea frowned. "I can't. I'm a terrible dancer."

"I don't know. That time during the poker game was pretty good."

"That was different."

Kitty sighed. "You're sure?" Andrea nodded her head vigorously. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Okay, plan B."

"Plan B?" Andrea said nervously, dreading what Kitty could be thinking.

Kitty turned back to the man on the desk. "What if one of the girls makes out with her as part of the show?"

Andrea's jaw dropped. That wasn't any better. "That would get you two in," The man said. And I'd give you 15 chips."

"Chips?" Kitty asked. Andrea was still working up the strength to object.

"They're currency, but they only work inside here. They get you food, beer, lap dances... Maybe a little personal time with one of the girls, that sort of thing."

"How much is 15?"

"1 will buy you a couple beers. 2 will buy you a meal. 30 to 50 will buy you some time with a girl or two."

"Alright, deal," Kitty said.

"But..." Andrea tried to object but Kitty shoved her around the corner. She followed Andrea out a few seconds later with some chips in her hand.

"It'll be the third girl from now," the man at the desk said from around the corner. "Be sitting up front.

Keywords: Dirty, Jennifer, Gets,