She remembered their conversation earlier that evening. She was putting on her bra when Mike said, "Why don't you go braless tonight?" What?" You hear... me," Mike said grinning. "It'll be fun." Fun for you, maybe," Jen said skeptically.Mike came up to his wife and kissed her neck. He was still grinning mischievously. "Oh, come on. It'll be exciting. Most girls go braless when they're out clubbing." Most girls?" Jen asked skeptically. "How would you know?"Mike's grin widened. "It says it right. “I don’t think this is a good idea,” she whispered in his ear.“I know,” he whispered back. He pulled away from her and looked at Jake, who looked a little worried. Bobby didn’t think it had anything to do with Tilly hugging him.“So ... this was your idea?” Bobby asked Jake.Jake seemed to give himself a mental shake and looked at Bobby.“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little husky. “I just think it’s time I got out more.”“You get out all the time,” Bobby pointed out. That was true. Ever since Tilly. His slender fingers travelled experimentally up my cream skirt, testing the waters and evaluating my response; I sighed in deep relief and he took the signal to continue. The skirt slid easily out of the way, down my legs and off my ankles. I felt so exposed; for the first time embarrassment coloured my cheeks. I covered my bareness with my arms shyly, but he only chuckled deeply and cuffed my wrists with his long fingers, pulling them away to allow him a proper look. That gleam in his. I started to smell a rat and my head was starting to clear. "On the contrary, Dr. Rodriguez. There is nothing she wants more. She has done everything she can to get me into bed. She wears tantalizing mini-skirts, skin-tight short shorts, translucent blouses without a bra to show off her titties. She wiggles her ass and bounces her boobies for me shamelessly. Sometimes it's all I can do to keep my hands off of her."So why do you?" I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure. I think she may.