ANIKA
“Anika, can you help me unhook this bra? I’m having a hard time doing it."
Monique was bashfully poking her head out of her dressing room, one hand clutching at the half-opened door to keep it in place so that she could continue to hide her body behind it. I furrowed my brows as if asking why she was asking me to do it for her, when all our friends were also here. But when I turned around and looked at my back and I saw no one. Oh great job, everyone, great job.
"I—“ no Anika, don’t do it. Uh, sure," I reluctantly agreed, stepping into the room and closing the door behind. C’mon Anika, why the hell did you agree? And after walking out a while ago, why did you come back? Did you want to see her again in undies? Was that your reason? I tried her best not to stare too obvious at Mon
