Fortune Favors The Bold

As awkward a situation as it is, this opportunity is practically gift-wrapped for you. You would be an idiot to turn it down. You clear your throat audibly. Your roommate looks up from the floor to see what you were going on about. "I...uh...I think I actually know just the guy to help you with that." You stammer.

"Yeah?" She asks, intrigued. "Do I know him?"

"You do. " You nod. She cocks her head to the side and arches an eyebrow.

"Who is it?" She asks slowly. You clear your throat again and hold your arms out wide.

"Ta-da." You respond simply. She stares at you for a second, as if trying to figure out what you mean. Then she gives you a minor glare of annoyance.

"Oh, ha ha." She said without humor as she rolls her eyes. "Very droll. Let's poke fun at the miserable girl."

"I am being serious." You cross your arms. Melody's eyes stop mid-roll and refocus on you, widened with surprise. "This isn't a joke. I am offering to be your sex toy for the night."

"Ooookay." Melody says, obviously uncomfortable. She stumbles back and sits on your bed so she doesn't fall over. "This is...really out of left field, man."

"Look, you need someone you can trust, right? Someone who won't judge and let you do you? Someone who has your back and has a proven track record of being able to keep a secret?" She nods slowly, as if her brain was starting to pick up on your logic. "Why not have it be your best friend? Who is better qualified than me?"

"That...actually, scarily, makes a lot of sense." Melody says, somewhat awed by her own words. She subconsciously twirls a stand of ginger hair around one finger as her eyes go up and down your body. "Is it weird that I am actually contemplating it?"

"No more weird than me suggesting it." You shrug.

"Good point." She realizes. "I dunno, Jack. I trust you, really; there's no doubt about that. But it is still hella embarrassing. I mean, you know how I am about being seen when I am ****, even by you. Hell, I don't even like you to see me cry. How am I supposed to look you in the eye after...you know... this?"

"One night only, I promise. Whatever happens, happens and we leave it there. We don't have to ever discuss it again." You hold up three fingers. "Scout's honor."

"I..." She starts to speak up, then trails off. You can tell she is deep in thought by the way she bites her lower lip. After what seems like an eternity, she takes a deep breath. "You really want to do this? Really-really?"

"I do. I want to do this for you, Melody. Honestly." You assure her. She stares you down for a moment, then a mischievous grin spreads across her face. Your blood runs cold and a sense of unease washes over you. You know that grin all too well and have learned to fear it; you can count the number of times she has given you that grin that you did not come to regret on one hand.

"All right. Let's do it." She stands up from the bed and walks over to you. She grabs your hands and pulls you into a standing position as well. "However, before we do, you need to promise me that you will take this 100% seriously. I am going out on a limb here and trusting you with something very personal. If you are not all-in committed, this is your last chance to back out. Once we go forward, you are mine for the evening to do what I wish. If you flake on me or treat this like a joke, I won't speak to you again for a loooong time. Are we clear?" You nod vigorously, caught off-guard by her sudden intensity. "Good. Now, either promise me or back down."