The deal stands

Maya’s breath hitched—a sharp, silent intake—as Alex’s fingers tapped the edge of the keyboard, deliberate. The projector’s hum thickened in the air between them.

She could feel the weight of their stares tracing the lines of her body, the lace of her bra suddenly too thin, too revealing. Her fingers trembled at her sides before curling into fists.

"Now," Alex murmured, leaning forward, "or the video goes up before the next bell rings."

Liam’s chair creaked as he shifted, his throat bobbing. One of the others—Ethan, she thought—let out a shaky exhale, fingers drumming against his thigh.

Maya’s fingers hovered at the clasp of her bra, the metal cool against her skin. The air prickled with anticipation—Ethan’s drumming fingers stilled, Liam’s knee pressed harder into the table. A bead of sweat traced the dip of her spine as she hesitated.

Alex tapped a single key—a soft, threatening click—and the projector stuttered, the image of her bare shoulder glitching for half a heartbeat.

“Tick-tock,” he murmured.

Maya’s breath shuddered as her fingers fumbled with the clasp. The metal snapped open with a quiet click, and the straps slid down her shoulders. The bra fell away, baring her breasts—soft, pale in the flickering projector light, nipples tightening under the weight of their stares.

Liam’s knee jerked against the table again, cables clattering. Alex exhaled sharply, fingers twitching over the keyboard. Ethan’s lips parted, his gaze raking down her body.

She hesitated only a second before hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, the lace catching briefly on her hips before she pushed them down.

The panties pooled at her ankles, and she stepped out of them, the cold linoleum biting against her bare feet. The projector’s hum was deafening now, punctuated only by the ragged breaths of the boys—Alex’s fingers frozen mid-air, Liam’s knuckles white where they gripped the edge of the table.

Ethan made a sound—half-choked, involuntary—as Maya straightened, her arms stiff at her sides, every inch of her exposed. The flickering light cast shadows between her thighs, and Alex’s throat worked as his gaze dragged upward, lingering on the flush creeping up her chest.

“Good,” Alex breathed, but his voice cracked.

"Look at those tits!" Liam barked, his voice hoarse as he shoved his chair back hard enough to scrape the floor. His fingers dug into his thighs, eyes ravenous as they roved over her naked form.

Ethan whistled low, wetting his lips. "Damn, Maya—never figured you'd be so fucking perfect." His knee bounced under the table, restless.

Liam let out a rough laugh, his chair screeching as he leaned forward, elbows digging into his knees. "Fuck," he muttered, eyes locked on her exposed pussy. "You shave everything, huh?"

Ethan let out a low, ragged chuckle, his fingers digging into his thighs. "Bet she doesn’t look this presidential in the yearbook, huh?"

Maya's heart hammered in her chest as she stood before them, naked and exposed. She could feel the heat of their gazes burning into her skin, the cold linoleum biting against her bare feet. She clenched her fists at her sides, trying to control the trembling that threatened to overtake her body.

Alex broke the silence, his voice low and dangerous. "Now, we have a deal. You keep the AV Club open, you participate in the club, no more inspections, and we keep this little... accident... between us." He glanced at the video file on the computer screen, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Maya’s throat tightened, her pulse thudding in her ears as she **** herself to nod. “Fine,” she whispered, the word brittle. “The deal stands.”

Alex grinned, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he saved the video file. “Good,” he said, standing up from his chair. “Now, let’s get started on planning for the upcoming AV Club event. We’re participating in the Cultural festival, right?”

Maya **** herself to nod, her heart still racing from the humiliation she had just endured. She couldn't believe she had just stood there, naked for these boys. But the deal was done, and she had to move on.