Evelyn looked across the control room and spotted Dean. “I need a hand,” she yelled. She hiked up her leopard print skirt to headline the tops of her black thigh-highs. The gap of skin between the stockings and dress breathed. It was like a reverse blindfold. Her body remained covered except for this one strip of skin. Her vulva peered out as if watching from under a raised window shade. Power surged through her body, and heat settled between her legs. She had felt it in their scene, but she wanted more. Would he give it to her? “You do?...