Undressed To Protest

Sophia sat at the kitchen table, newspaper spread open. Melody walked in and told her what she'd heard about the vote. Conservative uniforms. Sophia on the board. Sophia held her ground. School meant learning, she said. Distractions belonged outside the door. Melody started taking her clothes off right there. One piece, then another. If the board wanted to control what she wore at school, she would wear nothing at home. Sophia's eyes stayed fixed on the page. She wasn't changing the policy. Melody moved closer, bare skin catching the light, hips shifting just enough to stay in Sophia's view. The paper hit the table hard. Sophia said she had heard enough. She demanded the clothes go back on. Melody only smiled. She wanted one thing in return. A deal. Put her clothes on if Sophia would fuck her. No vote, no board, just the two of them in the kitchen now.