Anne and Claudia sip coffee and gossip about filthy houses when the argument about their favorite show turns into a bet. Loser cleans the winner's place for a week. Anne loses and shows up at Claudia's the next morning. Claudia waits with Mitch, and the couple watches Anne scrub floors, mop rooms, dust shelves. At first Anne feels awkward, then heat starts to build under their gaze. Later, Mitch catches her alone, drops suggestive lines that make her pulse jump. Anne spills to Claudia, expecting fury, but Claudia just watches her with a half-smile and suggests she clean the house naked. The words hit Anne like a slap of cold water and a rush of wet want all at once. She leaves without answering, yet the idea keeps flashing behind her eyes: kneeling naked on cool tile, both of them staring, nothing between skin and stare.
Anne and Claudia sip coffee and gossip about filthy houses when the argument about their favorite show turns into a bet. Loser cleans the winner's place for a week. Anne loses and shows up at Claudia's the next morning. Claudia waits with Mitch, and the couple watches Anne scrub floors, mop rooms, dust shelves. At first Anne feels awkward, then heat starts to build under their gaze. Later, Mitch catches her alone, drops suggestive lines that make her pulse jump. Anne spills to Claudia, expecting fury, but Claudia just watches her with a half-smile and suggests she clean the house naked. The words hit Anne like a slap of cold water and a rush of wet want all at once. She leaves without answering, yet the idea keeps flashing behind her eyes: kneeling naked on cool tile, both of them staring, nothing between skin and stare.