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Prompt: "She had a feeling they weren't finished with her yet…"
"Are you ready?"
Biting her lip, Bella gave an uncertain nod.
"Aw, she's nervous. Don't worry, Bella. We don't bite." The reassuring wink was anything but.
She felt a soft hand on her back, slowly unfastening the top button of her dress. Before she could flinch away, another hand buried in her hair, combing gentle fingers from root to tip.
"Hmm … what are we going to do with you today, Bells?"
She closed her eyes as someone took firm hold of her zipper, then slid it down with reverent care. Her dress tumbled like a whisper to the floor, pooling around her ankles. Standing in her bra and panties around two almost-strangers, she'd never felt so exposed.
"You have really beautiful skin," said one of them.
The other murmured in agreement. "So creamy."
"Thanks." Bella nodded, swallowing as they walked around her, surveying her body.
"Now. Where to start?"
"I know just the thing."
Bella closed her eyes as they began their ministrations. This went against every moral fiber of her being. Why did she ever agree? She huffed. Jake and his big, stupid ideas. She replayed their earlier conversation in her mind.
Bells, it would mean a lot to me—and to them. They really want to do this with you.
WHY, Jake? Why do YOU want me to do this? You can never seem to get enough of me, and now all of a sudden you're willing to share? What're you gonna be doing while I'm with them?
Seth and I have plans to watch the Mariners game. Come on, Bells. What's really bothering you?
They think I'm some little plaything they can just have their way with.
That's not true, honey. Please don't be offended. They really like you. They want to bond with you.
Well, that's not how I bond. It's weird, Jake.
Look, you've been saying you wanted to get to know the pack better. What better way than this? You'll certainly score a lot of points with Sam and Jared.
I don't care about scoring points with Sam and Jared.
Please, honey. Please do it. For me.
… all right. But you're gonna make it up to me later.
I'll be happy to.
A searing pain made Bella snap back to the present moment. She grabbed her hair. "Ow! Pull it out!"
"Sorry, honey! Didn't mean to hurt you. Hold on."
With a sharp tug, the pain climaxed, then ceased. "Why don't we start with this instead?"
Bella looked up and shook her head. "There's no way that's gonna fit."
"We'll make it fit."
With a sigh, Bella looked at her watch. It had already been an hour, and she had a feeling they weren't finished with her yet. Not by a long shot. Looking up, she saw their hopeful faces, arms full of beauty supplies and clothing options for her to try. "Kim. Emily. As much as I appreciate this makeover, I'd really prefer to bond over margaritas."