Lezcoin

Jenna’s been on the phone all morning, flogging her half-assed Bitcoin hustle, pushing this little fantasy called Lezcoin. Her friends sniff and turn away. Right on cue her phone starts howling like a kicked dog. The numbers bleed red—every coin wiped out. She lost eighty percent before she could even light a cigarette. Carmen kicks the door shut behind her. Rent. Jenna says the fifth, but Carmen’s not in the mood for postponements. “You know better.” Jenna offers cash on hand, watches her coin jar like it might save her. Carmen has different math: skip the money. “Just fuck me and we call it square.” Jenna’s rule’s simple—no roommates. Ever. Carmen peels her shirt, drops her shorts, bare and waiting. “Now or never.” Jenna gives in, stretches out flat. Carmen climbs over, lowers herself until everything else fades and Jenna’s world narrows to hot skin and a bill she just might forget to pay.