“A video of you faking an orgasm for a bunch of creeps? Ava’s hand lay on her knee, and Jake found his eyes drawn to it, his own hand inching closer. “I’m throwing a party this weekend. Mylah practically floated into the room—tall, black and graceful, and dressed in flowing satin pants and a cropped sequin top that shimmered with every movement. “Fuck,” she whispered, her voice shaky. Her eyes closed briefly as she bit her bottom lip, her breathing growing more ragged. It’s all still in the works, but it’s pretty exciting.”
Jake couldn’t believe his ears. Make it loud. She was Sommer Ray, and she had faced down challenges before. And she had to make sure the entire school knew about it. Sommer knew that Amanda would be home soon, and she had to act normal. If I’m going to have to throw a party for these dweebs, I might as well look good doing it.”
Bailey Emerson, dressed in a tight, crimson dress that clung to her body like a second skin, smirked. The video went on for a few more moments, Sommer’s hand still moving as she feigned pleasure, before she finally reached over to hit stop.
