Manufactured for Sin (The clean version)

6: Someone's gotta die

I stared in a daze, watching him soap up his chest in the shower. For a split second I even hesitated to approach the room, feeling slightly vulnerable without any clothes. I'm a chronic nudist, damnit. This shouldn't be a problem. I love showing off my curves and flawless skin, especially when people don't expect it. It adds shock to the attention I seek. But I know I'm beautiful, and I don't care what people think of me, it doesn't matter if I'm judged. But I wanted to impress him, and I felt like my luscious body was so common to him that he may not even find it appealing or special. He designed it, what could I even do stand out? If we had hearts, mine would have been fluttering nervously. What is wrong with me?

Unfortunately being the only female on the Delmarian team meant that they didn't even have a ladies locker room. Apparently Delmarians don't bathe regularly, which is just gross guys, so instead of a room full of players and an alibi, it was just Greg, slathered in temptation and ho-ho-ba, however it's spelled. It's funnier and less confusing phonetically typoed anyway. I stand by my Ho-ho-ba, and not because this came out on Christmas, on your planet.

"Looks like it's just us." I sighed, trying not to look nervous.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous." Greg snipped. "We've been tiptoeing around this, and planning what feels like is never going to happen. We need to just make a decision right now. The readers are getting impatient; I'm getting impatient, so obviously you are too. The anticipation and teasing has become borderline filler at this point and if we're not going to go through with this, let's just cut this off right here, or at least throw in some additional plot layers to hold us over."

"Agreed. Let's agree to do this, but to keep it fresh and spontaneous we'll save it for later. Can we commit, confirm, and agree it's definitely happening?"

"Absolutely." He nodded.

"And it's only fair to stay mentally disconnected while it happens, and then after it's over we merge memory files, so both of us have the same experience from both sides and nobody get's cheated." I insisted.

"Except Izleena." He sighed.

"I'm still telling myself that's not cheating. But if I'm the girl here, I don't wanna make all the sacrifices while you just enjoy everything. I'm uncomfortable being submissive to a man, and the only reason I'm doing this is because I trust myself enough to experiment with myself. You just get all of this curvaceous body, that we both know is the better deal. We swap memory files at the end, and merge experiences, or no sex at all, Agreed?" I said, putting my foot down and crossing my arms, covering my tits to prove a point.

"Seems fair to me." He nodded. "But we both like spontaneity and the element of surprise, so let's agree to consent now, and trade idea files, so when the opportunity arrives and one of us finds the perfect moment, no guilt or discussions, just right to it." He negotiated.

"You virtually read my mind. Why do I know the plan and still want to just go for it right now? This is insane." I paced.

"It's not that hard to believe.

"No, it's insane that we're in chapter 6 and we haven't even technically hade sex yet. How can the readers feel satisfied in here, when I'm not satisfied and you haven't been in here satisfying me?"

"Gizzy, They're short chapters. They're just numbers." He reminded me

"I know but it could be a short story, that's the one reason I haven't just synced with you already and avoided dialogue, it's faster but then nobody would know what's going on and it would be 15 pages total!" I grumbled in annoyance, grabbing the soap and dropping it, just punctuating the irony even further. I'll just scrub my thighs with shampoo. I'm not even entertaining that joke.