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emanates from the bathroom, telling him to come in. He enters, then closes the door. Behind him, locks scrape and click into place.
    Eva emerges from the bathroom and locks eyes with John. A little tremor runs through him. As he stands there, already panting, his expression morphs from surprise bordering on alarm to what might be admiration.
    She is naked.
    When she moves toward him, John takes a small step back, then, with visible effort, roots himself.
    “Get undressed,” she tells him in a low, even voice.
    Her eyes wander over his body as he removes his clothes.

    * * * *
    In their makeshift theater the men watch four shots, from four different angles, of John entering an empty room. Most of them are already hard. A few are rubbing their hands over their crotches, though none have opened their flies yet. All the faces are tense—some with anticipation, some with violence just in check, some with fear.
    Smith is not there. But this room, like Eva's, is monitored, and the men know it.
    So probably everyone is safe.

    * * * *
    “You're hard,” Eva says, her eyes fixed on his stiff cock. Then she looks up at him. “Do you want to fuck me?”
    John flinches a little. Then, after a long, still silence, he answers. “Yes.”
    “Come over here and fuck me, then.” Her words clash with her voice, soft and vulnerable.
    John takes her hands in his and takes her toward the bed. Stepping backward he leads her forward. He sits down and pulls her to him. Looking more brave than eager, she comes close, straddling him, leaving barely an inch between his chest and her bare breasts. Her full lips are curved in a teasing grin, and one eyebrow arches up boldly. But something in her eyes gives her away.
    She moves the tiniest bit and kisses him. The way he kissed her at first—just the faintest brush of her lips against his. Then warmer. Deeper.
    When Eva looks at John again the coquette is gone. Her gaze is kind. Tender. He gazes back at her like she's a wondrous sort of alien.
    “Touch me,” she says, her voice doing even more than her eyes to undermine the illusion that she is only eager.
    Holding her gaze John brings his hands up, touches her face. Her lips. The faintly downed curve of an ear. Her neck. Then he kisses her. His soft, tentative kiss becomes deep, seeking, aroused. And then it is excited, hungry when she answers him with slowly warming welcome.
    As they pant and kiss into one another's mouths, John's touch plays over her smooth skin. Fingers explore back, in from hips, up from waist, palms pressed to fine muscles, pinkies swimming the shallow canal of her spine, up, up, out over shoulder blades, then swooping, slow-motion, down the inward curve leading to her waist, thumbs almost meet by her navel, palms press her hot, fluttering belly. Then up, hands gently cup her breasts, then caress. Her exhales are whispered sighs.
    He kisses her again, caressing her, warming her with his mouth and with his hands. Then she moans a deep and breathy moan and he almost echoes it as he mouths her neck and, with delicate fingers, learns the contours of her breast, tracing smooth swelling curves, rising, dipping, circling, gently holding, warming, withdrawing a moment, letting her hot skin feel cool evening air, then coming back to warm her again, to caress and tease. When he touches her nipple she sighs and shudders, and he takes her mouth again with his.
    Smith has told him the men must see.
    Her arms are around his neck, her body pressing against his, against his hand.
    Still kissing he seeks her wrists, draws them down, back, puts her hands behind her, on his knees, coaxing her to lean a little back. She is pliant, her body lax, her breath heavy, her eyes void, almost, of fear, almost drowsy in arousal.
    Now her back is arched, her breasts lifted to his gaze, to his mouth. To the cameras. He kisses her nipples, first with sweet uncertainty, going lightly, then, when she doesn't protest, no resistance, taunts her with his tongue,