Monique stands naked before
- her bedroom mirror, its broad frame carved with gold leaf fleurs-de-lis.
- her new wife.
- the rubber-gloved inspector, his sleeves rolled up to the elbow.
- the expanse of the outdoor, heated pool, lit only by torches stabbed into the soil at each corner.
- the masked dancer in the brocade cape.
- a pit of alligators.
- three closed doors.
- a college auditorium, every seat occupied.
- a buffet table overflowing with breakfast pastries.
- her best friend.
- sighs contentedly, feeling beautiful and strong.
- pulls Clara towards her, their first private kiss since making their vows.
- bends forward as ordered, her breasts pulled by gravity.
- dips her right toe in to the water.
- backs up few steps until her ass touches the cold wall at the edge of the dance floor.
- tries again to move her arms and legs, but the bindings are too tight.
- skims her hand along the first door, places her ear against it and listens.
- points to her image on the large screen behind her. That image points to the image behind it, and so on, until she is infinite, pointing infinitely.
- lifts a danish and licks the creamy sweetness from its center.
Her pulse speeds and she knows she can no longer put it off. She says,
- “Jonathan, get in here!”
- “Tell me. Will you take my name? Please?”
- “Please. I’m not hiding anything.”
- “Anyone up for a swim?”
- “Who are you?”
- “I promise not to it again; just let me go!”
- “Hello? Is anyone in there?”
- “How many of you signed up for this class solely because you heard it’s taught by Professor Naked?”
- “I can’t eat all of these.”
- “I kind of thought, maybe it was time we tried something new.”
The reply isn’t what she wants to hear.
- “The game’s still on,” Jonathan yells from the sofa. He hasn’t moved all day.
- “Shhh. We can talk about that later.” Clara kneels, kissing Monique’s hip bones.
- “Monique, you’ve signed the consent form. Are you rescinding?”
- Shelly and Dan strip, holler and cannonball in, splashing water on Monique’s calves and thighs. She dreads being a third wheel.
- “Who I am is irrelevant.”
- “Your promises are worthless, Monique.”
- Silence. She presses her hands to her belly and moves to the second door.
- A rustling moves through the room as nearly all of the students raise their hands.
- “You can and you will.” Pierre points his camera’s lens at her mouth.
- “Wow. Um. I’m surprised.”
Despite her frustration, Monique
- pulls her vibrator from its case and spreads her legs.
- lowers to her knees, grasps Clara’s face with both palms and whispers, “I love you.”
- says, “No.” She clenches her muscles in anticipation. “I’m ready.”
- dives in after them, relishing the warm submersion.
- arches her back and awaits the next move.
- regains composure. The alligators are for show. She knows this. She knows this! She relaxes her roped limbs as best as she can. Now to avoid smiling.
- knocks and listens.
- says, “Okay. Welcome to my lab. Is anyone aroused and willing to admit it right now?”
- takes an almond scone from the platter. “Tell me again,”she says, “about my reward.”
- says “Well?”
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