It wasn’t the first time Lori visited the apartment Jack and Brandt shared, but it was her first trip upstairs. Brandt led the way, Lori behind him, with Jack bringing up the rear. She was all too aware of his gaze on her ass, and she put a little extra swing in her step to entice him. When he let out a low, appreciative whistle, she grinned over her shoulder. “Like what you see?”
“No panty lines, I like that,” he said. “Let me guess—wearing a thong?”
Ahead of her, Brandt tripped over a step. “You wear thongs?”
She gave him a shove to keep him moving. “Why do you sound so surprised? Don’t you think I know what a thong is?”
“You just don’t seem like the type,” he said with a laugh.
Lori shrugged. “Well, okay, you’re right. I’m not.” She gave Jack a smirk and said, “No thong. Guess agai
