Velma & Daphne (preview)

The pool shimmered under the porch light, a little oasis in the dark. Shaggy stumbled in through the gate and froze when he saw them.

Velma pushed her glasses up her nose, even though the humidity made them slip again. Her white bikini clung to her curves like it had been poured onto her, and she leaned on the pool’s edge with a soft, sly smirk.

Daphne waded up to the edge and rested beside her in a matching bikini, legs drifting lazily under the warm water. She smiled at him the way she sometimes smiled right before talking him into something he’d pretend to be scared of… but secretly loved.

“Like, uh... what are you two doing out here this late?” he asked, trying very hard not to stare and failing instantly.

Velma's eyes flicked to Daphne. “See? I told you he’d get all flustered.” She said as she tapped her fingers on the concrete beside the pool.

“And here he is. Predictable as ever.”

Daphne giggled—soft, musical, absolutely dangerous, “Oh come on, Velma. Did we really expect anything different?”

She tilted her head back to him, curls bouncing, “So how long are you going to keep us waiting, Shag?”

He chuckled nervously. “You've been waiting... for me?”

“Mmhm,” Velma’s fingers traced idle patterns on the water, little whirls catching the light.

“You skipped out on the pool party earlier. So Daphne and I thought we’d, you know...” she shrugged, a deceptively innocent motion, “...make up for lost opportunities.”

Available to Tier 1 and 2 patrons or for direct purchase, full version of the image is after the girls take a dip below the water and come back up... we all know what happens to white swimwuits when they get wet.