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Christina pulled her top back up. "Sorry, that was...um...unprofessional."

"Don't apologize. You have great tits. Flash a few more guys. I'm going to text you later, be sure to respond."

"Wait, what?" asked Christina. "No, I need that back."

"Sorry," the boy walked off.

Christina watched the boy meet with the one who told her his name was Mike Hunt. They looked at Chrstina, then back at the photo and high-fived. They left.

Christina had to leave the autograph session after she found herself flashing a few more men.

She got into her Uber then got a text. She checked her phone. This is Jimmy. Meet me here. It had an address.

Christina arranged with the driver to take her to the address. It was a duplex near UCLA. Shaking and feeling hot and worried, Chrstina walked up to the one of the apartments in the duplex and knocked on the door.

Jimmy opened the door. "Glad you could make it, but I'm very surprised. Come in."

Christina came in. She saw a living room full of what looked like hand-me-down furniture and movie posters tacked to the wall. "Mike Hunt" was standing in the living room. He looked like he was both very happy and in a state of disbelief.

"How come you didn't flash me?" he asked.

"I'm not sure why I'm here. I think I should leave."

"Nah, stay. Flash me your tits."

Christina pulled her top down for a moment then pulled her top back up.

"You're among friends, leave your tits out."

Christina pulled her top down and despite wanting to pull it back up, she left her tits hanging out.

"Damn!" said Jimmy. "You love your titties, don't you?"

Christina did not know what to say.