Elena makes Harper pose for the camera

As if with a snap of her fingers the moment is gone. Elena laughs at Harper’s **** expression, then caresses her face, both mocking and earnest. “Alright,” she says. “I think it’s time for a wardrobe change.”

Harper feels like she’s going to explode. Elena (still clothed, Harper notes with yearning) leaves her naked on the couch and sorts through the clothes in her chest of drawers. Her selections include a mix of dresses and blouses and tops and pants, but her focus soon shifts to the drawerful of underwear. “This set should be perfect for you,” Elena says, holding up a delicate pink lace bra and matching panties. “It’s sexy but also elegant. I think it’ll look amazing on you.”

Harper looks at the lingerie. “They’re just… normal underwear,” she insists.

“It’s all about embracing yourself, honey. Trust me.”

Harper stands again, still covering her chest. She accepts the lingerie and heads to the bathroom to change. While she’s inside she thinks how insane it is to go somewhere else to put clothes on after she had her best friend’s tongue in her mouth just a moment ago. A few minutes later she emerges, somehow feeling more exposed. The lace set fits her perfectly; she had never realized how much it suited her hips.

“I knew you’d pull it off,” Elena purrs.

Harper shifts in place. “Thanks.”

“Why don’t we take some pictures? It’d be criminal if you lost this look forever.”

“Pictures?” Harper says.

Elena’s blue eyes stare deep inside her. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I promise. Plus, you’ll want to see how great you look. It’s just for us, and I’ll only share it with people I trust.”

Harper stands up straighter. “Why would you be sharing it with anyone?” she asks.

Elena smiles warmly. “Just a friend of mine who loves fashion and appreciates beautiful things. One of my model friends! Nothing bad will come of it, I promise.”

Harper tries to think of a reason not to. She had always liked Elena’s model friends. “Alright. But only if you promise it’s just for fun.”

Elena’s eyes are hard. “Of course.” She takes out her phone and frames Harper in the shot. First it’s casual, nothing special. Looking up at the camera through her eyelashes, sitting by the window so that she’s framed by the midmorning light. Putting her hands on her hips. Then, with a glint in her eye, Elena speaks again. “Now, how about one of you down on your knees, looking up with your mouth open?”

Harper’s face goes red. “On my knees? Why?”

Elena puts a hand on her shoulder without a word and pushes her down. Then she allows her hand to stroke Harper’s cheek. Her thumb rests against her friend’s lips. Her phone’s camera clicks ominously. Harper finds herself parting her lips to allow her friend’s thumb to push into her mouth. “See? Pretty girl,” Elena says, sounding far away.