"Modeling" #1 (voy, Asian)

[storysman]

Modeling
By Storysman

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There are things one does in life that can’t make you feel like a
bastard. Things that you either did or could have prevented that could
have made someone’s life better.

Sometimes, it’s both...

I considered my college life to be quite good. As a student, I had
little trouble gaining good grades. And as a student, I had plenty of
chances to party and go completely wild. And I had a girlfriend. A very
pretty girlfriend that I loved to fuck in my dorm room and think about
how her parents though she was getting along. If only they could see her
cunt filled with my cock, I used to think.

I was pretty happy with one girl. And also happy with the group of
friends I had gathered together in my three years of academic life. But
how was I to know that someone would come along and screw that all up?

Her name was Huni, and if you’re wondering, it is pronounced like the
sweet syrup you put on biscuits and such. She was Chinese, and probably
the most achingly beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life. I first
encountered her in a winter class along with one of my best friends in
college, David. When she walked into the room, we both turned to each
other with a complete look of appreciation.

Of course, I had my girlfriend, so I contained most of my burning
lustful intentions deep within my thoughts. But David was single, and
the look in his eyes carried a sense of far more than the boiling lust
most men felt at the sight of her. Perhaps I’m not as romantic as he
was, or at least wasn’t then, but I swear he fell in love at first
sight.

Together, we managed to weasel our way into the same group as Huni when
project time came around. Sitting up close to her only added to her
enchantments. Her long flowing black hair streamed down her back and
sides. Her perfectly white teeth smiled gleefully and innocently. Her
dress was conservative, but her body just seemed to be bursting to
display itself in all its firm, curvaceous glory. She was pencil thin at
the waist. So thin, I was certain my fingers could touch if I wrapped my
hands around it. She must have had some magical formula for channeling
her extra weight into her breasts. They were so full, so round, beneath
her tops and jackets.

Being winter, the rest of her was left too imagination. The cold
classrooms didn’t much suit skimpy outfits or high-cut miniskirts. But
as we learned more about Huni, we doubted she would wear such outfits
anyway. She had recently moved from China, though she had lived in the
U.S. until she was about thirteen. Her father had wanted his family to
experience traditional Chinese roots, but felt her best opportunity lay
in America. So when college came around, she spent only two years in her
native land before blessing our shores with her fully developed beauty.

The time in China had fulfilled its purpose. Huni was a very
conservative girl, and blushed an endearing shade of crimson when even
the slightest sexual innuendo was made. We knew she would pass out if we
ever asked her if she was a virgin, but we didn’t need to ask. She was,
and planned on remaining that way until her eventual marriage.

Ahh, marriage. I think poor David saw wedding bells attached to those
magnificent breasts. I laughed when I realized he was always the first
to meet her when the group got together, and the last to leave when we
dispersed. I had no idea what they talked about in these times alone,
but I had to do my best to stifle my jealousy and not try to sneak in on
the action. After all, I had a girlfriend. And a very pretty girlfriend
at that.

Have you ever seen an expression of true joy on the face of someone?
Have you ever seen the ultimate, soul-lifting exclamation of happiness
from a friend’s lips? David asked Huni out on a date. She said yes. I
gotta tell you I was a bit jealous. I found myself spending less and
less time at the group meetings. Not because I didn’t want to work, but
because I could barely keep my dick in my pants. I could reason the lust
from my body, but the length and vigor of time it took increased with
each meeting. I was doing so well, and then I saw her in “the top.”

The library was warmer than the classrooms, and we decided one evening
to meet there. The extra temperature allowed Huni to remove her jacket.
She was wearing the tightest, whitest, most body-contouring top I had
ever seen. It looked like she bought the right size, and then had it
shrink while she was still wearing it. The sleeves barely came past her
shoulders. The buttons seemed like they were carving out red marks in
her skin. But the killer, the sight that drove me absolutely crazy, was
the sight of her obscured, but quite visible bra.

I could see her bra! Right through that tight white top! I could see
the different reflection of light on the satin underneath, and the shape
of the lace in the straps. I could see the sewn point that most be
pressing directly against her nipples. And I could see a faint pattern
in the fabric, a faint rose-petal pattern that seemed to encompass both
innocence and pure sexuality.

I had to excuse myself. I had to pretend to go to the bathroom, duck
into an unused room, and restrain myself from masturbating. I couldn’t
believe what ws going on. I had a girlfriend, Damn it! And a very pretty
girlfriend, mind you!

But this girl was unbelievable! She spoke with a slight, captivating
accent. She hid her face and laughter behind embarrassed hands but
sprung right up to add a joke of her own. She stretched these long,
magical stretches that threatened to pull that top out of her pants.

And she was a virgin. She was a good, conservative girl whose full lips
had probably never pressed against a man. She was the purest flower, the
most dainty of beauties.

So, as I said, I limited my contact with her after that. With most
women, the time you spend with them builds up your desire to hump them
like some kind of rising power meter. But once you leave their company,
the meter falls back to zero. Not with Huni. The meter kept rising. It
kept rising even when I wasn’t with her, but fortunately at much slower
pace. I even had trouble looking at other Chinese women. They all made
me think of her, though not a one was even half her beauty.

Spring came, and the semester was over. David and Huni had been dating
for awhile, and I can sadly say they were boyfriend and girlfriend.
Sadly for me. I was happy for David. I did have a very pretty
girlfriend, and was willing to accept that my friend had a
heart-poundingly gorgeous girlfriend.

I managed two weeks away from her. Two weeks where I didn’t see her
with my eyes, but she never left my mind. The two weeks before Spring
classes. When it was over, I found with her again. W ehad another class
together, but this time, no David.

Huni came strolling into the classroom with a simple, tight yellow top
with white buttons down the middle. But it was her lower article of
clothing that caught my attention... something I had never seen her in
before... a pair of shorts. They were simple enough. A casual white pair
with a couple of pockets and a belt. It was the sight of her legs that
was so spectacular. Her slender, golden-skinned smooth legs so perfectly
shaped from foot-to-calf-to thigh-to crotch. They were so perfect, so
flawless, I almost looked like she was wearing nylons the way her
blemish-free flesh glinted in the light. But they were bare and
wonderfully exposed to my eyes.

“Get a load of that bitch!”

Frank’s harshness stunned me. Here was a friend I knew as long as
David, if he could really be called a friend. I knew him, but considered
him more of an asshole. He was so cocky, arrogant, and condescending. He
thought the world turned when he commanded it, and would stop dead if he
wished it. But as cruel fate all too often has it, he had the luck to
back it up. He wasn’t a great-looking guy, but he was good. He never
lacked in his share of dates. His father owned a photgraphy studio,
which he let Frank use after hours for his own purposes. I had watched a
number of the best-looking campus woman hop into his car to have some
“nice” photos taken. I wondered how many of those woman showed more than
their flashy smile. I wondered how many of them did more than just take
pictures.

I turned to him, not even realizing his reference was to precious Huni
at first. When I saw his eyes fixed upon her, I turned at him sharply.

“Watch it, that’s my friend’s girlfriend!”

“Dude, she’s fucking hot!”

“Yeah, she’s special.” I couldn’t use his term. “Fucking hot” was not
the phrase that captured her beauty.

Huni broke from her friend, spoke a gleeful “Hello,” and sat in front
of me. This class was going to be torture...

When she turned her body, I could easily see the thin bra strap so
eloquently holding those wonderful breasts. The width of her shoulders
was so narrow, so vulnerable. Her black hair curled lovingly down her
spine as she brushed it from her shoulders. I could feel my hands on
those shoulders, rubbing her softly as they slowly moved down to her
chest. The image and sensations of fantasy were so clear in my mind as
my thoughts joyously brought my fingertips into her blouse and onto the
smooth cups of her bra. My ears awakened to invisible hush of pleasure
that slowly sighed from her lips.

“Do you have a pencil I could borrow?” Huni’s wonderful, smiling face
had turned to ask me something. What it was didn’t matter. To borrow a
pencil, to giver her my wallet, to kill a man. I handed her my pencil
blessing the desk beneath me and it’s ability to conceal the large bulge
in my pants.

Frank seemed just as taken with her. Everyday of class, I caught him
stealing stares of her. He would see me, and wink as if I was thinking
about the exact same thing: fucking her.

But winks were not enough for a man like Frank. A man, who had no
trouble expressing himself.

“Man, I really want to fuck her.” he just blurted it out one day.
“Just think about that tiny, tight Chinese cunt sucking on your dick.”

“Frank, come on. Please don’t talk about my friend’s girlfriend like
that.” I probably sounded noble in defense of a lady’s honor. The truth
was, I WANTED to think about his images! “If anybody gets to make love
to her, it will be David.”

“What? You mean he’s not fucking her already?”

Why’d I have to open my big mouth?

“Dude, that means she’s fair game! That means she wants somebody else!”

“It’s not like that. She’s a very traditional girl. She doesn’t want to
have sex before marriage.”

“Dude, that’s a crock! She’ll fuck like a whore with the right guy.”

Poor Frank, he always thought he knew women. He saw me shaking my head.

“I’ll bet ya.” He said intently.

“Get out of here.”

“I’ll bet you a hundred bucks right now that I can get her to fuck me.”

“Frank, your full of shit.”

“I’m serious! A hundred bucks!”

“No way, and even if you could, how would you prove it?”

“I’ll videotape it.”

I would like to think my confidence in Huni’s chastity is what made me
accept the bet, and not my the desire I wouldn’t the recognize. Not the
desire to see Huni’s naked body humping and receiving a man’s penis. I
accepted the bet. If anything did happen, I was significantly
responsible.

Frank made me promise not to get in the way. I had to go along with
everything he said, and not let on to Huni about his intentions. I asked
why I would do that? I wanted to see him lose. Frank insisted that if I
lost the hundred bucks, it would be worth my while. I have to give him
credit there. He saw the way I looked at her. He saw how her beauty
captivated me and defined my sexual want. I didn’t know what he meant,
but agreed to his terms.

His attack started simply.

“Huni,” he began one afternoon as we strolled out of class, “I really
like that top your wearing. It really looks good on you.”

“Thank you.” she seemed nervous at the compliment.

“I don’t know if you know this, but I do fashion photography for my
father’s business.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Anyway, we could really use a model to feature some tops from a new
account he just picked up. Do you think you would be interested?”

Huni stopped walking. I stayed a few steps behind, listening, but not
saying anything.

Huni seemed adorably embarrassed. I don’t know how often she received
compliments on her looks, but she was visibly uncomfortable. Yet, she
was also smiling, and seemed quite flattered.

“You want me to model for you?” she finally asked.

“Yeah, it would be great. I’ll bet your really photogenic.”

“I don’t think so...”

“Come on, it would really help us out. Who knows, you could get
famous!”

Huni perked up a bit at that, but wore a look of suspicion. She seemed
to be forming seedy ideas on what this situation might really mean.
Would Frank use it as an opportunity to make a pass at her? But her
innocence or embarrassment held her back from vocalizing her
sexually-oriented fears.

“We’ll pay you.”

Now she really paid attention. I knew Huni’s financial situation wasn’t
the greatest. She could use any spare buck she could find.

“How much?” she asked.

“Twenty-five bucks.”

Franks sensed her hesitation, and her interest. He knew she wanted the
money, but was nervous about what she would be wearing.

“Come on, there simple tops just like you have on now. No big deal.”

I’m not sure what exact logic Huni was using at the moment as she
weighed the arguments. But as her lips mouthed “Ok,” I figured the lure
of the money for a relatively simple task was too much. I did believe
she was nervous. But she was too innocent, too naive, to be as nervous
or as concerned as she needed to be. Frank was going to attempt to
seduce her. It was that simple. This was a set-up for him to attempt to
rip off her clothes and fill her virgin cunt with his cock. I don’t
think exquisitely beautiful Chinese girl was capable of picturing such
raw lust, and I feared that made her vulnerable.

I didn’t know Frank’s exact plan. And, I didn’t know where Frank was
going to get the money to pay her, but the stage was set.

“No! No! Absolutely not!” The look on David’s face clearly showed
suspicion, outrage, and fear.

“Why not?” Huni’s voice was sweetly unconcerned.

I told them I was going to go get some water. The three of us were
studying in the library when Huni told her boyfriend of her new modeling
gig. I got up, but went to the next study room. I pressed my ear to the
wall, and listened to the argument.

“Huni, I know Frank. He’s a weasel. He’s just doing it to get pictures
of you.”

“I know. That’s what modeling is for.” Her innocent, accented Chinese
voice. So like a trusting little girl’s.

“Huni, that’s not what I mean.” David explained. “He wants pictures of
you because you’re beautiful, because he wants to...” He hung stopped.
David knew how uncomfortable Huni was with any kind of sexual
discussion. He didn’t want to say, “masturbate with them.”

Huni continued, “If he thinks I’m beautiful, then it makes sense. Why
would he want to use somebody ugly to model his tops?”

I couldn’t see David, but I felt his frustration. The worst part was,
he knew, as did I, that Frank’s father was a genuine photographer. He
had a studio and everything. That made Frank’s story hard to disprove,
for David anyway. I could go in there. I could go in and say to Huni,
“Frank plans to try to fuck you.” But I didn’t.

The evening ended quite sourly. David forbade Huni from modeling, She
grew enraged and stormed off. When I went back into the room, David
seemed desperately worried. He asked me what he should do. Part of me
wanted to tell him. Part of me wanted to say, “protect your girlfriend
form that shark. He wants to hump her.”

“Let her do it.” is what I said. “It’s just tops. It’s not worth
fighting over.”

“Give me twenty-five bucks.” Frank said to me the next day before
class.

“What for?”

“To pay Huni. I promised her twenty-five bucks.”

“What? Why would I give you the money, you’re the one trying to fuck
her!”

“Because, you will be getting a service in return.”

What did he mean? I was confused by his comment.

“In my dad’s studio, we have a changing room...” He smiled slyly. “With
some ‘special’ glass for a mirror. We have a number of attractive ladies
come in for pictures. A number of attractive ladies who have to undress.
For twenty-five bucks, I’ll let you be on the other side of that
mirror.”

My heart was pounding from the moment he said “undress.” Huni was going
to be molding tops. That meant, she had to take them off! Frank was
offering me a chance to see her, to see her breasts. I surmised she
would be wearing a bra, but so what? I could see Huni, her delicate
shoulders... bare. Her slender arms... bare. Her flat, smooth stomach...
bare. And the curved, wonderful contours of her full, incredible
breasts. Not bare, but snugly held by a tender, feminine bra that would
reveal her cleavage and much of their shape.

I handed Frank the money.

“One more thing...” he said.

“What?”

“Can you bring me some of your girlfriend’s tops?”

I hadn’t thought of that. Where was Frank going to get the clothes for
her to model?

“Um, yeah, I guess.” Could I get them out? “I’d have to take some she
doesn’t wear much.”

“That’s fine.” Frank said. “It really doesn’t matter what she wears,
does it? And besides, this isn’t going to be a one time deal. It’s going
to take several ‘sessions.’ to work her up.”

The bastard was devious, I had to give him that. But was I any better?
Frank couldn’t be doing this without me. He needed me. I should have
felt like a bastard myself. But I was feeling too hot, too excited to
question my character. I was going to see that sweet, pure, achingly
beautiful Chinese girl unbutton her shirt, and remove it. I was going to
see her breasts bounce firmly in he bra, and then be covered up again
with the buttoning of a new shirt. I couldn’t wait.

I was already in position when Huni arrived. Frank had led me behind a
wall to a dark corridor that ran behind the changing room. He brought a
flashlight with him to find the way, explaining that I should never turn
on any light while behind the glass or Huni might be able to see it. I
wasn’t surprised to see a video camera atop a tripod shooting directly
through the glass. “You should see some of the chicks we’ve got with
this thing.” he said proudly. I didn’t care who he had gotten before,
or who he was getting later. I just wanted Huni.

So I waited, anxiously awaiting the opening of that door and the
entrance of the fair goddess. I fiddled momentarily with the camera, and
felt let down the viewfinder was black and white. Frank had a bar-type
stool to sit on, so one could see through the glass without standing.

I heard the shutting of a door from the main studio. It was barely
audible, and I couldn’t hear any conversation. But I guessed she was
here! Who else could it be?

I was caught off guard as the door to the changing room opened. I
immediately recognized Huni’s silhouette. She was carrying the duffel
bag I brought, which contained the wardrobe I had picked inside. She
turned on the switch.

Oh God, she was in the top! She was in that white, body hugging top I
had seen her in once before! I sprang out of my chair, moving closer to
the glass. Huni set the duffel bag on the floor, then stepped to the
mirror. I instinctively stepped back, afraid she might see me somehow.
She didn’t. She examined her face, her wonderful face, as I examined her
breasts. Oh yes, I could see the contour of her bra once again. The
shirt made it opaque, but couldn’t hide it completely. She was wearing a
pair of cut-off jeans shorts with it that seemed to grip her smooth,
dark-skinned legs with affection. Her make-up was impeccable, with full
red lips and perfectly shadowed eyes. I don’t think she had ever looked
more sexy. I looked again at her chest, thinking to myself, “I’ll see
more of you later.”

Huni stepped out of the room, ready for his first session. Evidently,
Frank was as pleased her current attire as I and was going to take
pictures of her in her current top. I would have to get some prints of
those! Originally, I had planned to sit by the mirror the entire time,
but I couldn’t be without the sight of her. I fumbled my way down the
corridor, hoping not to make any noise that would alert her to my
presence. I carefully poked my head around the wall, and watched as
Frank started snapping pictures.

He had her pose simply. She nervously smiled and followed his
suggestions. He took several of her standing normally, then suggested
she lift her hair. I watched in delight as her hands pulled up the
luxurious strands, raising her breasts as she did, raising her top from
her waist as she did. Frank walked over to her after a few shots, and
rubbed her shoulder. He congratulated her on a good job so far, and told
her to put on another top.

Huni headed for the changing room. I nearly stumbled as I turned. I had
to beat here there! I had to be there when she unbuttoned that top! Of
all else, that top! It seemed to take an infinity to make my way down
the corridor. I couldn’t live with myself if I made it to the glass,
only to find her buttoning up her new top.

I made it to the glass, and anxiously looked in. Huni was looking at
the mirror, still in the top. Thank God.

I watched her, wondering what she was doing Then I realized she was
re-enacting her poses. She tried her smiles, testing to see how well her
beauty was functioning. She lifted her hair, turning her head slightly
from side-to-side. I looked at her raised chest, and felt complete
admiration as they lowered back to their normal position when she
lowered her arms.

My breath caught as she brought her hands to the first button. I
remembered I hadn’t started the camera, but I didn’t care I was standing
in front of it anyway. I couldn’t see this electronically. I couldn’t
see this in black-and-white. I need to see her with my own eyes. I need
to see the glorious color of her Asian skin as her hands worked down to
each button of that top.

One was undone. Two were undone. Three were undone. The fourth swelled
my cock as her unobstructed bra came into view. I leaned forward against
the wall. I need something to apply pressure to my penis as she worked
her way don. The top opened with angelic triumph. I was looking at her
chest. Her Asian skin was exactly as I had imagined. Soft. Brown.
Creamy. I could see each sculpting bend of light from her shoulders to
her cleavage. The satiny white cups dutifully covered her breasts, but
added to their beauty. Huni stepped away from the mirror and towards her
bag. My entire body ached to touch her. To feel her. To continue her
undress.

She leaned down to the bag. I bit my lip hard as her breasts dangled
from her leaning upper body. The bra held them firm, but not motionless.
She pulled out a new top, then removed the one she had on. Every inch of
nakedness was sunning. Her shoulders, her back, her stomach. I longed to
see the inches that were covered... her breasts, her hips, her cunt.

A knock came at the door. “Are you all right in there?”

Huni turned quickly, and draped the new blouse over her chest. “I’ll be
out in a minute!” she squeaked nervously. I smiled at the sight. She
wouldn’t expose herself like this willingly. It then dawned on me...
even David hadn’t seen this. Only two people in all the word had seen
Huni in a bra. Herself, and me.

There were three more tops. Three more times she came in, undressed in
front of me, and bounded back out to be photographed. I taped her. I
taped her bare chest each time she unbuttoned her blouse and unwittingly
exposed herself. I watched her, and occasionally looked at the
viewfinder to make sure she was properly framed. During the photo
taking, I snuck out to watch. I was surprised by the restraint Frank
showed. He touched her, but without threatening her. He talked to her,
but without innuendo. They made jokes, laughed with each other, and had
a basically normal evening. I didn’t really expect this. I figured Frank
would play his hand right away and drive Huni out of there in a
desperate rush. I started to wonder if he could succeed.

Frank came to the viewing area after Huni left, eager to find out what
I had seen. I told him simply, “It was the most beautiful, feminine
experience I have ever had.”

“Did you see her tits?”

Frank was a bit more blunt in his appreciation. I explained to him that
she was wearing a bra, which she never had need to take off.

“Don’t worry, we’ll work on that! And her pussy, too! I bet you can’t
wait to see her cute little Asian cunt!” The mere thought of it made me
weak. I didn’t know what his plan was, but I knew I was helpless to
resist it. I had no other objective in life. Homework didn’t matter.
Graduation didn’t matter. My current relationship didn’t matter. All I
wanted as to see Huni completely nude. But worse than that... I wanted
to see her getting fucked. I couldn’t do it, because she was my friend’s
girlfriend and I had my own girlfriend. Even if David could do it, I
wouldn’t get to see it. No, Frank was becoming my only hope at seeing
her squirm and moan with virgin-taking penetration.

I guess David called her exactly when he got home from work. He had
wanted to go with her, but his hours were the same every week, and he
couldn’t get the night off. Frank had asked me about that specifically,
and I gave him the information. Huni was being exposed when she was most
vulnerable, when no one could protect her. Not David, and not me.

After calling Huni, David called me. I could hear the grating distrust
in his voice. It was steeped in concern and jealousy. I told him Huni
was is girlfriend. That she could take care of herself. That this was a
good opportunity for her. And that it was over. I knew it wasn’t over,
but it eased his mind. For now, anyway.

Huni was quite buoyant in class the next day. She eagerly talked to
both Frank and I, and thanked Frank for the opportunity. Repeatedly. She
was practically begging, without asking directly, to do another session.
Frank played it so cool. I wanted to yell out, “Please come back and
bare your chest to me again!” but I bit my tongue. Class ended, and the
three of us headed outside.

Frank now played into her eager hand. “Hey, Huni, do you think you
might have any interest in doing some more modeling?”

She perked up instantly. “That would be great! I would really like
that. How many more tops do you have?”

“Oh, I don’t have any more tops. I have a line of skirts I need photos
of. Does that sound ok?”

“Sure, that’s fine!”

I instantly knew what was happening. What this meant. I was going to
get to see her in panties! I was going to get to see her long, slender
legs and her wonderfully thin waist covered by nothing more than a small
V-shaped piece of clothing.

“Here...” Frank said... “Let me get an idea of your waist.” I couldn’t
believe my eyes as Huni stood in place, and Frank placed his hands on
her hips. I knew he couldn’t get any kind of measurement from her. He
was testing her, testing her trust. Huni didn’t flinch as moved his
hands over her stomach. She giggled as he turned her around, his eyes
squarely on her ass. Then he looked at me, with a knowing, scheming
look. I looked at Huni’s ass, noticing the trace of a panty line
underneath her shorts. Soon, those shorts wouldn’t be in the way.

Our attention was disrupted by the appearance of David. I could
instantly see the anger that scowled his face. Frank still had his hands
on Huni, but let go as she saw David approach.

“Hey.” Huni was the only one who addressed him at first. A flat,
meaningless hello.

“Well, see you guys later.” Frank headed off in the opposite direction
from David, no doubt wearing a huge smile.

David took Huni by the arm, and walked her a few feet away.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her sternly.

“What? With Frank? He was measuring me.”

“Measuring you! With his hands? Sounds like he was sizing you up. Or
feeling you up for that matter!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, David. He’s just a friend. I’m molding for him
again.”

“What?!! No, Huni, please no! I don’t want you hanging around that
guy!”

“Why not? He’s really nice!”

“Huni, please. “He took her hands into his. “He only seems nice. The
guy is an asshole.”

“Why are you acting this way? I’m just trying to make some money.”

“Huni, this guy can’t be trusted. He wants... he...” David stammered on
how to express his fears.

“What? What does he want?” I couldn’t see Huni’s face, but I imagined
her face grew livid with anger at what he was implying.

“He wants to have sex with you.”

Huni pulled her hands from his and stormed off. David followed her.

“I can’t believe you would think that! And say that!” she said.

“Huni! Listen to me!” The two disappeared from view. I felt sorry for
David. he knew the truth, and had no one to believe him. Huni was so
blind to the truth, that I feared she would become a victim to it. I was
the only one who could solve the situation.

But I had to see her in panties.

David called me later that night. I guess he and Huni managed to have a
calm talk once he found her. He asked me if I thought he was being
ridiculous for suspecting Frank. I told him a little. After all, Huni
wasn’t having sex with him, so why would she with Frank? She could take
care of herself, I told him, even if Frank was interested in her
sexually.