Photo Session

"Put your hands behind your head, pout, and let me take your photo," said Jase as he went for broke, and to his surprise, Marissa obeyed. He took out his phone and took some photos. "Ok, you can stop that pose."

"What the fuck, Jase!? Delete those!"

"Stay still and silent," said Jase now with confidence.

Marissa froze in mid scowl and stopped talking.

Jase thought and did another test. "Forget I took photos of you. OK, you can move and speak."

Marissa blinked. She pulled her tattered robe. "Stop gawking at my chest, pervert!"

"Why, you know you look exactly the same as you did when you showed up to campus this morning."

Marissa thought for a moment, then let her lab coat go. "Well, stop staring at my chest. My eyes are up here."

Jase smiled. Marissa was no longer aware her breasts were exposed, her hair was a mess, and she had soot all over her.