You Remind Me Of Me

Heather swings open her front door and Kelly steps inside like a girl who's been waiting her whole life for this invitation. The coach--tanned, still gorgeous, famous for her old squad days--takes Kelly in slowly. Same age, same legs, same sun-blonde ponytail Kelly used to stare at in the yearbooks. Donald "accidentally" finds them right when they're pointing at the photos, saying the resemblance is "pretty fucking hot." Heather heads upstairs for the uniform. CUT TO TITLE Kelly figures it's just some harmless dress-up until Heather tells her to strip right there in the living room. Kelly's breath shortens; her fingers fumble with her tank. Donald and Heather sit back, eyes crawling over every inch of bare skin Kelly tries to hide. The uniform smells like old sweat and cheap fabric softener, but it clings to her like a dare. The camera clicks. Heather's voice slides lower. "You look so good in that. Don't you want the pictures for my husband?" Kelly swallows. Then the real ask lands--a threesome. No. Kelly's eyes go wide. Heather smiles without warmth and says the magic words: off the squad, career done. Kelly's voice cracks. "F-Fine. I'll do it."