Yeah, Jacy had met girls like this before. The ones who would meet you behind closed doors for a grope session, then ignore you or call you names to your face when their friends were around. In a place like this, she was less of an anomaly. And she could be damned implacable when she felt like it.
The hand not holding Persephone's skirt reached for her wrist, and she brought the other girl's palm to her groin. Then held it there. What lay beneath the denim of her jeans wasn't quite awake yet, but it was stirring. She tilted her head to the side, watched the blonde's expression.