"Both of you, strip"

"I mean," said Leo, "that if you want my full cooperation, my complete memory dump, you should show me how serious you are. Both of you. Right now."

Rachel twitched. "You want us to... what? Put on a show for you? Now?"

"See? She gets it," Leo said. "Yeah, why don't you strip? Touch yourselves. Let me see what I'm working for."

Melly laughed, but it lacked her usual, fuck-you ****. Her cheeks were blooming with a revealing heat. "You really are sick," she said.

"Oh, I'm sick?" Leo said. He crossed his arms. "That's rich. Remember Poli Sci 107 last week? You were second row from the back. Barely made it through, squirming the whole time. You spent the whole time texting me about how bad you wanted another go."

Rachel's head whipped toward her friend. "In class?" she laughed.

Leo didn't wait for Melly to confirm. "And the week after that? You were so proud of yourself for graduating to that butt plug. And for a presentation, too."

Melly's angry look started to thaw. She bit her lip with the traces of a smile forming, despite her obvious embarrassment. "I... I've been experimenting a little," she admitted. "It helps me get over my nerves. Like, I know something they don't. Plus, afterward..." She trailed off, her eyes blank. Afterward. Fuck, Rachel only wished she had been there. Melly stood up with a sudden movement. Her eyes were locked on Leo's as she crouched to touch the hem of her dress. She pulled it up and over her head, then let it fall to the floor.

Her bra, blood red, strained to contain her. The matching panties that hugged her hips and practically disappeared between her cheeks. Her fingers trailed down her perfect stomach, begging for anyone else to replace them. She looked from Leo's triumphant face to Rachel's stunned one. "Well?" she said, her voice trembling. "We don't have all day."