Mina's moral support

Izzy flashed a look back at Mina. She was sitting back on the couch with her arms spread over the top, looking more at ease than Izzy had ever seen her. And discomfort was, in her experience with her friend, an alien sentiment for Mina Trivett, so that wasn't saying nothing. However crazy this all seemed to Izzy, Mina seemed to think it was totally normal. "I'm supposed to... to give them both head?" Izzy whispered. Saying it out loud was more humiliating than the act itself. This way, she wasn't just a hoe, she was a hoe in need of instruction.

But Mina caught her meaning. She sighed, then bounced up off the couch. "You're afraid to do it on your own?" she asked.

The potential implications of that comment flashed through Izzy's head. She could feel both men waiting for her. And, probably, getting tired of her messing around. But all she could think about was the image of Mina in that shining silver dress, those oh so chic go-go boots, on her knees, and... Her mouth ran dry. This was far from the night she'd imagined when Mina texted her that evening.

"Um, I just think..." Izzy said. Fuck! Why couldn't she just finish a sentence?! This isn't you, she thought. Her inner self meant that she wasn't so unsure in her day to day life, where she had long since learned the appropriate times to stand her ground with a useless boss and guests that never stopped pushing their luck. But it was also true that being in this position with a man on either side wasn't 'her' either. Sometimes, in the staff dorms, you woke up to hear two people squished in together in one single-size bunk bed, and all the attendant groans and whispers that came along with that. So far from normal civilization, it wasn't a surprise that people messed around. But while Izzy was no prude, she'd also always thought it was better not to mix work with pleasure. Today's fun hookup could turn into tomorrow's nightmare coworker at the drop of a hat.

Technically, she wasn't on the job right now. Ivan had clocked her out.

Mina wasn't party to any of those reflections. She was just tired of waiting for Izzy to express herself. "Fine," she said, putting one foot on the edge of the pit and climbing out. She drifted over to join the three of them with mischief in her eyes. The blonde drew both men's eyes, and Izzy felt the heat on her die down for a second. It was a relief, but she felt a hint of loss, too. She wasn't the star of this very unusual show any longer. "Why don't we each take one? You know, make this a real party," said Mina.