The Bathing Suit

Mirage checked her online profile and saw that her last photo with Vice and Victor was trending. As Aaron had suggested, she had been filling her online profiles with photos of her time in the studio, and selfies with Vice and Victor, sample clips of her music, and musical bloopers to entice her fans. And it was working. Combined with the professional photographs of their nights out clubbing, there was a huge hype building around her album, and the edgier sound and topic.

She set the phone down on the hall table, flicked her hair out over her shoulders, and dropped her robe, draping it over the back of the couch where they sat around Vice’s laptop, as she walked towards the pool.

“Holy f-k,” she heard Vice say, his voice dropping a decibel.

She did not have to check to see if they followed her as she stepped out on the patio and strolled down the steps into the pool. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that they were shedding their clothing at almost manic speed.

“A glass o