Stay Naked.

Rachel's shock morphed into a smirk. "Alright, Chloe," she said, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. "But you better not tell anyone about this."

With a dramatic flourish, Rachel began to unbutton her blouse. The fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her breasts. She let the shirt fall to the floor, and Max couldn't help but stare as Rachel's perfect skin was revealed. Rachel's gaze met Max's, and she could see the hunger in Rachel's eyes.

The tension grew as Rachel reached behind her to unclasp her bra. It fell away, and Rachel's breasts bounced slightly, her nipples peaked with excitement. Rachel's eyes never left Max's, a silent dare for her to look away, but Max couldn't tear her gaze from the beauty before her.

With a smug smile, Rachel unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied out of them, revealing matching black lacy underwear. She stepped out of the pool of denim and kicked it aside. "Looks like I'm going commando," Rachel said, her voice a playful purr as she removed her panties.

Max's eyes followed Rachel's every move, her pulse quickening with each new inch of bare skin revealed. She couldn't believe Rachel was actually going through with it, but the evidence was standing before her in all its glory. Rachel's naked form was a work of art, her curves and angles perfectly balanced. Rachel noticed Max's rapt attention and struck a pose, her hands on her hips.

"Your turn, Max," Rachel said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Max felt the heat rise to her cheeks as Rachel's words hung in the air. Rachel's nakedness was a dare in itself, a seductive invitation that was hard to resist. Rachel took a step closer to Max, her bare skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat from the warmth of the room. "I dare you to join me," Rachel whispered, her breath tickling Max's neck. "Or something even more risky."

The dare was clear, and Max's mind raced with possibilities. She had never felt so exposed, so desired, and it was a heady feeling. Rachel's hand slid down to Max's waist, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Max's own jeans. Max's pulse was a drumline in her ears as Rachel's hand slipped inside, her touch setting Max's nerves alight.

"Strip or take my riskier dare Max."

Max's breath hitched at Rachel's words. The warmth of Rachel's hand on her bare skin sent a thrill through her body. She swallowed hard, trying to form a coherent thought amidst the tumult of emotions. Rachel's eyes searched hers, a question lingering in her gaze. Max's heart pounded in her chest, the storm outside a cacophony in the background.