I couldn't stop thinking about Brad's photography class.
On the stage, in front of a crowd, completely naked for the camera...another man's penis, the other model, slowly going inside me.
It stuck with me all night.
And Brad's instruction at the end of the session not to wear underwear to work anymore.
I had cheated on my husband, less than a month after getting married. There was no way around it. And not only had I cheated, I did it in front of a crowd.
Worst of all...I didn't hate myself for it.
As I got ready for work the next morning I didn't even think long and hard about if I was going to do what Brad ordered. I pulled a dress on without anything on underneath. It was a work dress, long sleeves, cut off at the thigh and gave my cleavage a nice bump.
On the way I stopped at the pharmacy and picked up some Plan B. I had made it this far in life without ever needing to take it...but now I was off birth control since I was with the same guy. I always had my husband use a condom. But after last night's unprotected adventure...even though he didn't finish I knew I could still be at risk.
I walked into work and went straight to my desk, jumping into what I needed to do. A full hour went by before Brad stepped up to my desk.
My office is an open floor plan, with desks everywhere and only a few dividers. I was fortunate to be behind one of them, with only a few guys behind me.
I locked eyes with Brad.
"Good morning." I said.
"Are you wearing underwear?" He asked.
All business. It was weird in this context.
I paused for a moment.
"No." I smiled. I don't know why I did. My inner monologue chastised myself.
"Prove it." He ordered.
"I don't know ho-" I started.
"Prove it. Now." He said sharply.
I opened my legs wide in my chair, my dress sliding up my thighs to reveal my lack of underwear.
"And the top." He said.
I slowly pulled my top down so my breasts popped out. I sat like that while he looked over my body. Every bone in my body screamed to cover up, that someone could walk by at any moment.
"Good." He said. I quickly covered back up, closing my legs. He let a small smile out. "What are you doing tonight?"
"We're going to my friend Adam's birthday party at the Hi Ho Bar." I responded.
"We?" He asked.
"Me and my husband." I said.
He smirked, rapped his hand on my desk and walked away without a word.
I was so busy with work I suddenly realized hours had passed and it was time to leave for the bar. Throwing everything in my bag I quickly ran to the car and drove over.
It was packed inside. After some searching, I found my husband at the bar with our friends. I apologized for being late and kissed him on the mouth. I quickly realized he was already a few drinks in.
Too be fair...I had been late.
He ordered me a drink, we toasted as a group and an hour passed quickly. We sang happy birthday, I get kept drinking and it was fun.
Alcohol coursing through my veins, I let the warmth help me forget my recent actions.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my hip. I turned and there stood Brad.
I felt all the blood drain from my face. He winked at me.
"What a small world!" he said loudly. A few friends and my husband turned.
"Oh, wow, hi!" I stuttered. "Um. Everyone, this is Brad. We work together."
"I remember you! My husband said, very drunk now. "We met at your company barbeque last year."
I winced as they shook hands. My husband shaking the hand of the man who convinced me to pose for him, without my husband knowing.
"I'm so glad you remember me. I'm wondering if I can steal your wife for a moment, we have some super important work stuff to go over real quick" Brad said.
