Thinking back on it, it's even more ironic I ended up being the one who couldn't sleep. I still couldn't believe I hadn't passed that breathalyzer test. Hell, I'd had only one drink earlier that evening, and I couldn't even remember finishing it. But no, the chief had hauled us in and put us into two cells, one for the women and one for the men. They were divided by a passageway, wide enough we couldn't touch each other. Which, I guess, was the point.

I lay on my bunk, shivering underneath the thin scratchy blanket, and tried to forget how much I hated wool. It rasped against my sensitive skin, itching and itching and itching. I sighed and rolled over for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"What's wrong?" Mel whispered from the bunk above me.

"I can't sleep."

She giggled, and I remembered then how much more to drink she'd had. "I know a sure fire way to get you to sleep."

"Which is?"

"Give yourself an O."

I blinked in the semi-darkness. "You want me to masturbate? Here? Now?"

"Why not? I'm sure it'll do the trick. It always does for me."

Okay. She was definitely a lot drunker than I'd first thought. "Are you crazy? We're in jail! We've been arrested!"

"So what?" She laughed. "You can just touch yourself under the blanket and no one will know."

"You will!"

"It's no biggie. I could even help you, if you'd like."

Help me? The words took on gigantic proportions in my mind. I opened my mouth to tell her how crazy she was when she slid off her bunk and slipped into mine. "What are you doing?" I hissed.

"You're too tense, Sara." She giggled once more.

"Shhh!"

She slapped her hand over her mouth and tried to control herself before adding, "Come on. Scoot!" She pushed me further against the wall, the cement shockingly cold against my side.

"You're not really going to do this, are you?"

"Of course, I am," she replied matter-of-factly.

"Mel!"

"I'll be gentle," she promised. Before I knew it, her hand had slid under the blanket and crept down my stomach. I wriggled left and right, but she was not going to stop. "Relax. It's under the covers and no one can see."

"And that's a damn shame, too," Robbie's voice rang loudly, surprising me so much I couldn't help but shriek.

We both sat up in the bunk, nearly hitting our heads while we were at it. Our two friends were reclining on their bottom bunk. They were facing us, their legs stretched out in front of them. Mark looked the worse for wear, his clothes torn and dirty from when he'd fallen on our earlier walk to my car. His blond hair was disheveled and hung into his eyes, masking their blue depths, and yet I knew he was staring at me. I could feel his gaze on my body as if I had a bull's eye painted across my chest.

Robbie, on the contrary, looked completely poised even though he'd drunk the most out of all of us. I guess the fact he was big and brawny helped. Maybe alcohol hit him slower. What did I know? He chose that moment to say, "It'll be a damn shame if you hide this from us, you know."

"You heard?" I whispered, feeling myself blush under their attention. Oh no!

"We so did," Mark answered, laying his hands on his thighs.

That's when I realized something else. His pants were clearly tenting, and so were Robbie's. "Oh shit!"

"Looks like someone is enjoying the show," Melanie said, having clearly noticed the same thing.

"Well, we would be if you wouldn't mind doing it without the blanket."

"This is gonna be fun!" Mel kicked my cover off the bunk.

I gestured to the two doofuses in the other cell. "Look at them! They're salivating! We can't do this."

"You're right."

I sighed in relief, but I should have known she wouldn't be deterred so easily.

"If we do this and let you watch, you'll owe us the same thing."

The two men jerked upright. "Are you nuts?"

She let them sputter for another minute before adding, "I'll pleasure her in front of you, guys."

Robbie was the first one to speak, once his cock had stopped twitching. "You mean what exactly?"

"I'll make her come any way you'd like, but only if you do the same."

"I won't put my mouth on his cock!" Mark crossed his arms over his chest.

"What about hand jobs?"

They looked at each other and seemed to debate it. I suddenly realized they'd been talking about me. I'd been so focused on their conversation and Mel's battle of wills that I'd forgotten what she'd taunted them with was my body. Shit!

Robbie's voice interrupted my wandering thoughts. "We'll do it. Hand jobs only, and we get to decide how you'll make her come."

"Deal," Melanie said, sounding far too pleased with herself.