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"One lap-dance, and you'll give me all the copies of those pictures, and we'll never have to talk about this again. Right? That's what you've promised." We both already knew she was going to do it. But she was still waffling. "I promise. One GOOD lap-dance, and I will give you every copy of those pictures, delete them from my hard drive, and I promise that Rich will never hear about them from me." "Why are you doing this, Alex? I thought we were friends." "Sure we're friends. I want to stay friends. Really good friends. Close friends. Special friends. Ever since that night you and the girls came over trashed and went skinny-dipping, I can't get those images of you out of my mind. I think about you all the time. I want you so bad I ache. I want to hold you, feel you, touch you, kiss you, taste you. I just can't stand it anymore." "Just this once, right?" She asked for the umpteenth time tonight. "You heard the deal." With that, I pressed play on the remote, and put the CD player in motion. Once committed, Krista seemed willing enough to make the best of a bad situation. She started awkwardly, and had a bit of difficulty trying to act sexy while peeling her t-shirt off over her head, but the end result was worth it. Her breasts are very nice, very much an attention grabber, and to see them swelling out of her lacy bra brought on the first twitch in my shorts.
