She tries to back out

"Come on, Archie. I was just kidding. And I'm ahead of you." Matt couldn't tell if Natasha was serious or just playing with him. Either way, he wasn't going to capitulate.

"You said you'd hit 100 before I hit 20. You only hit 30. I'd say you failed. Which means you lost your bet. So, get licking."

He leaned back against a pillow and put his arms over his head.

"But--"

"The fans are waiting. What do you think. If they hit another 50, Veronica has to keep licking down to my belt buckle?"

"New goal enabled," Tanya said.

"Don't I get any say in this?"

"You shouldn't be talking, you should be licking."

She touched her tongue to her lips, then nodded. "I guess a bet is a bet. But I'm going to remember this, Archie."

"I'm going to remember it for the rest of my life," he admitted.

"Oh, gag." She got on all fours and crouched over his chest. Out of the corner of his eye, Matt spotted Tanya adjusting something on her PC, probably switching cameras to maximize the view of Natasha's cleavage.

She licked across his chest, starting on his right nipple and moving slowly across his chest to the other.

"Nice, Vanessa," Matt said.

"We have both topless and down to his belt buckle," Tanya announced. "Time to strip."

Natasha gave Matt a crooked smile that he couldn't quite read. "Guess it's showtime."

"You can do it, Veronica."

She unbuttoned her black top, starting at the bottom, tugging the fabric apart and pausing between each button. Gradually her hard belly came into view.

Damn, this girl was sexy.

"Keep going, Veronica." He tried to make his voice harsh and demanding.

"If you want me to." That demure voice had to be an act. The real Natasha was confident and had never learned to defer to anyone.

"I need you to," he corrected.

She nodded, the feathers on her Mardi Gras mask trembling as she moved, then continued her slow unveil.

She stopped when she got to the last button, holding the button with one hand and the fabric with the other. Waiting.

God, he wanted to grab that shirt and tear it off of her. He could only hope that there were watchers out there appreciating this. If they'd held a school assembly, they could probably charge fifty bucks apiece and every male in the school and probably most of the females would happily pay just to be able to see this on the screen... and instead they were doing it for a few freeloaders.

Finally she shrugged and her top fell away from her body.

Damn.