Show off a lil bit

I pressed the heel of my palm to my forehead. It all came back to flesh, every time. That was the only currency that really mattered. Well, what else was new? He'd seen it all already anyway. The key was the show. The prestige, as a pair of British magicians might put it. Make them THINK they haven't seen it all before.

I shot Eden a look. "You're going to have to forgive me for this," I said, and pulled off the tee shirt she gave me.

Her eyes went wide. She grinned. "Babe, I'll NEVER complain about a pretty lady getting topless in my living room."

I chortled as I swiped into my phone's camera.

You see? Nipples have the power to provoke amnesia in men. In a good portion of the female population, too, regardless of whether they're into other girls. Hell, this gay friend of mine was practically obsessed with my–

Actually, that's not relevant to this story. Keep it together, girl.

I scowled.

"I'm gonna garotte him," Eden promised.

"Whatever," I huffed. Try not to take it as an insult. Try to take it as a compliment of your... other assets, I thought. I got up off the couch, handing Eden my phone. It wasn't like this was my first time taking posterior pictures, but it was always easier to rely on outside support. "Grin and bear it," I said to her.

She did not grin. But, good friend that she is, she did open up my phone as I started shimmying out of my underwear.

It was a gamble. I took my phone back from Eden and sat down on the couch, waiting to see whether it would pay off. My heart was in my throat. I hadn't been this nervous about whether a guy wanted to see my ass since I was, what, eighteen?

When the "..." bubbles popped up and went away just as quick I knew I'd struck home. Line them up, then knock em down, as they say. It wouldn't come easy, but it would come.