[Rachel] Rachel takes the boys for a private show

Rachel shut the door quietly behind Mark. Her heart was racing a mile a minute. It wasn’t just that she felt like spiting Ben a little, especially after that outburst. She loved dancing. And she loved the way Jason and Mark (and most men, and some girls, too) looked at her. While the boys settled themselves on the bed, Rachel went scrolling through her Apple Music playlists. “Okay boys, what are we feeling?” she said.

“I’m good for anything,” Jason said with a grin.

She smiled back at him. “Of course you are,” she said. “You’re a dog.”

“Bark bark,” he said. He looked her up and down, nice and slow.

Mark chuckled. “Do you two want to be alone?” he said.

Rachel passed him her phone. Her sex playlist was up on the screen. “Definitely not. Take your pick.”

His eyes bulged when she saw the name: #realfreakhours. “Here,” he said, clicking one and setting the phone aside. The music started to play. Shakira. La Tortura. One of her favourites. She started to sway on her feet in front of them.

“Yeah girl,” Jason laughed.

“I’m not doing this in my sandals,” she said, kicking them off. She noticed Mark’s eyes lingered on her feet for a second. She wouldn’t have guessed he was a foot guy, but they looked all sorts of ways. As the song picked up, she traced her hands up her curves. If there was one thing she could be confident in, it was her hips and her chest. The way the boys were already staring at her was like a shot of adrenaline right into her ass, and she started to shake it.

“Whoa,” said Mark.

“Hell yeah,” Jason said, bumping fists with him.

Rachel turned around and let them get a closer look. Her shorts barely covered anything anyway. She wasn’t going to pretend Jason had an innocent dance in mind when he had dared her. She shook it for them as she stepped - backward - closer and closer.

“Look but don’t touch?” Jason asked when her ass was practically in his face.