Late in the afternoon, Molly knocked on your door, her impatient tapping making it clear she wasn’t leaving until she got what she came for. As your girlfriend’s best friend, she was used to showing up unannounced and letting herself in like she owned the place.

When you opened the door, she walked right in without waiting for an invitation. “Okay, here’s the thing,” she said, looking around the room as if assessing your space. “Your girlfriend said her bikini’s here, and I need it. She told me she left it at your place, so don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

The scent of her vanilla perfume filled the air as she turned to face you, raising an eyebrow challengingly. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the window behind her, highlighting the way her crop top left little to the imagination—especially with no bra underneath. You could clearly make out the outline of her nipple piercings.

“I’ve got this contest tomorrow, and I can’t show up without it. So, let’s find it, yeah?” Before you could respond, she was already moving, checking the couch cushions and muttering to herself. “Figures she’d leave it somewhere random. She’s so careless with her stuff.”

She stopped suddenly, her hand pausing mid-search as she glanced back at you with a knowing smile. “Unless you’re hiding it. Maybe you wanted a chance to see me in it first?”