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ready for what I have to offer,” she said, with a wink and got to her feet.  “I think it might take the two of you to feed my needs. I’m Seroff by the way.  You boys have names?” she asked, with a smirk.  Her voice may have been sweet but it was the sticky kind.  The kind that gets you trapped and in a hell of a lot of trouble.
     
    “Luke,” I said, not bothering to extend my hand.  She didn’t seem like that type of girl.  Her hands were now folded across her chest anyway. 
     
    Flynn gave his name and said, “Sara.” He was confirming what he thought he heard.  I knew that was wrong but waited to see what she would say.
     
    “Seroff,” she said again. “But you can call me Sara.”
     
    She gave us a big smile and turned on her heels making her way to the stairs.  Even though she was rail thin, her waist was tiny which made her hip look full.  They swayed like a pendulum as she made her way up to the bathroom. We watched her ascent to the top. There, she pulled off her shirt and dropped it to the bottom not facing us.  Flynn’s mouth parted and I watch too as she covered her breasts with her hands, yet not shy in the least. What we did see was a marking or tattoo on her lower back, the kind of thing we guys like to call tramp stamps. “Do you have a washer?” she asked, over her shoulder.
     
    The way Flynn was staring, I wasn’t sure he would be able to get out a coherent word without drooling. “Yeah, take it all off and I’ll put it in the washer,” he managed to get out.
     
    She bent down and peeled off her jeans and things got real uncomfortable how I was sitting. Standing with her bare back to us, she dropped the jeans down to us. “Underwear?” Flynn asked.
     
    “I don’t wear any,” she said casually, walking into the room in front of her and closing the door.
     
    Turning his attention back to me he said, “Fuck, man. What the hell did you bring home?”
     
    I was still staring at the spot she vacated when he spoke. My nether regions were so on board with her teasing.  It had been a while for a girl to really get me to react just that way.  Oh, there was one girl, but she wasn’t here.  And now, my brain was fighting lustful thoughts that had me wanting to go into that room and challenge the girl at her own game.
     
    When I finally looked away, Flynn was watching me. “You calling dibs?” he questioned.
     
    “What?” I asked.
     
    “You know, you saw her first, so you want me to back off,” he answered, swallowing.  He was hoping I would say no.
     
    “Dude, she thinks you’re fucking hot ,” I said, using air quotes. “I’m not going to stand in her way if she wants you.
     
    “Yeah, but,” he started saying.
     
    Shaking my head, I walked over to where her clothes landed. “If you want her, go for it,” I said. I wasn’t that guy that needed my friend’s pass-overs.
     
    “So what, if I go for her, then you’ll go for...”  He didn’t finish but I knew what he was going to say.  Go for her, the girl we kept debating and dancing around the topic of.
     
    “I think the same applies.  If she wants you, you can have her too,” I hedged, while he searched for truth in my words.
     
    Leaving it be for now, he headed up the stairs and I bit back a curse. “I’m going to look for something she can wear.  Can you toss that into the washer?” he asked.
     
    “Yeah,” I said, quickly walking away.  She was really cute and her sharp mouth intrigued me more than I thought it could. If she got with Flynn, I’d have to be okay with it, I told myself while grinding my teeth. I made my way to the utility room past the kitchen. 
     
    Turning the thing on, I reached up for the powder that peeked out at me. I started it and dumped her clothes inside.  It was just a shirt and jeans.  Her pockets were empty.  No id, nothing. 
     
    The machine wasn’t foreign to me.  It was just me and my mom at home.  She refused a cleaning service saying I