Deirdre was the one who had the idea.

She remembered the tripod she had in her closet, left over from her final college project,

leaving Chelsea on the bed, where the two of them had been for the last three hours.

Deirdre went over to the closet and pulled out the tripod.

What are you doing? asked Chelsea, smoothing out her long brown hair as she sat up.

Deirdre bit down her bottom lip and put the tripod next to the bed.

Well, I remembered a certain someone mentioning that she wanted to see what would happen if she posted her own homemade porn.

Chelsea raised her eyebrows. Yeah, but... Come on, said Deirdre, slowly peeling her

sweater off over her head. What else are we going to do while there's a blizzard outside?

She took a step closer to the bed, her green eyes heavy-lid

as they stared into Chelsea's blue ones. Hmm, maybe you're right, Chelsea said, finally, sitting upright.

She pulled off her own shirt then, revealing a thin lavender braulette.

Her heart was pounding. Was this really happening? Deirdre let out a squeal and jumped onto the bed.

Okay, so here's what I'm thinking. An hour later, the camera was rolling as Chelsea lay on her

stomach in bed, pretending to be lost in the book open on the blanket. She was kicking her legs

lazily back and forth, wearing nothing but her bra and panties. There was a knock at the door.

"'Come in!' she said. In walked Deirdre, dressed in a short maid outfit, which she had left over from two

halloweons ago. "'Oh, I'm so sorry, said Deirdre, covering her eyes.

Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail.

I thought you'd be decent.

Chelsea sat up, eyeing her maid up and down.

It's okay. You don't have to look away.

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