Yes

"Fine," Kat said, folding her arms under her black bra-encased pale breasts. "But you better have a really good reason for this."

"Thanks, Kat," Rachel said. "Come on," she said to Brad.

The jock looked up at Kat, as if needing permission. After she nodded, he got up and left with Rachel.

Once out in the hall, however, his submissiveness disappeared, as he was no longer around his lovers. "What's all this about?"

"I need you to do something for me," Rachel said.

"I'm not doing anything for you," he said. "I'm not your little bitch."

"Oh, but you're Tom and Kat's bitch, though, aren't you?" she said.

"Shh, don't say that so loud," Brad said, fear entering his eyes. "That's supposed to be a secret."

"Fine, I won't say it. But only if you come with me right now," Rachel said, coercing him.

Brad's expression of fear was replaced by anger. "Fine," he seethed.

Rachel looked Brad up and down. "Where are your clothes?" At the moment, he was dressed in only a pair of workout shorts, socks, and shoes. His tan muscular chest was completely bare.

"They're at the campus gym."

"And you didn't change clothes because ..."

"Tom wanted to get back here as soon as possible. I didn't have time, okay?" He paused. "Hey, I don't have to explain anything to you. Whatever you want, let's just get it over with, okay?"

"Okay, fine," Rachel said. She turned back around and led Brad down the hall. But to where?