A video of that time behind the bar.

It was the thing Lacy was most ashamed of in her life and also one of the hottest things she'd ever done. Back in college. She was crossfaded at the time and wearing booty jean shorts and a tight crop top. The guy who had approached her was in one of her classes. They'd flirted before. Since now they were both intoxicated, the barriers had completely vanished. Lacy had screamed in his ear over the sound of the music that she'd always thought he was sexy and he'd shouted back that she had a great ass. They made out by the coat check, and then the fire exit. Then they had stumbled outside somehow.

None of that was in the video. That was the prelude to the video. The video started in medias res, in the middle of the action. That action? A flushed, sweaty Lacy on her knees on the bare asphalt of the alleyway jerking a dick off with both hands while she sucked it. Followed by her getting bent over the nearby dumpster and fucked with a hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming "Yes, fuck yes, make me cum, fuck me deeper" and getting them caught. The video had a brief pause when they got caught anyway and ran to a park to finish the job. It ended with a freeze frame of pretty little Lacy with her mouth open and full of cum.

That guy had sent it to Lacy at 2am on Instagram a few months later. It had succeeded in summoning her to his place and recreating most of the events in private, but Lacy had made better use of it as her own personal porno. Nobody except her and the guy who had taken it had seen it before. She almost didn’t go through with it. But she was lying in bed so sweaty and touch starved that she would have done anything to get some attention.

A tap and a swoosh. The video landed in Jack's mailbox. A few minutes later, a text appeared from him.