The Sorority Bid

Chloe Scott hovers by the front door, pulse jackhammering while she waits. Nothing. She rounds the side of the house and presses her face to the glass. Arya Fae is flat on the bed, legs spread, Riley Star’s tongue flicking over her slick clit in steady, wet circles. Chloe’s breath fogs the pane. Her nipples stiffen under her shirt; her hand slips under the waistband and finds the heat between her thighs. She rubs herself quick and hard, eyes glued to the wet flicker of tongues. Kristen Scott climbs the back steps, sunglasses still on. She spots Chloe frozen against the glass and stalks forward, towel dropped at her feet. Kristen grabs the wrist that’s busy between Chloe’s legs and yanks. “The fuck are you doing?” Chloe spins, face burning. Apologies tumble out in frantic bursts—she wants the bid, doesn’t want this window to ruin everything. Kristen nods toward the writhing bodies inside. “See that? We share everything here. If you want in, prove it.” She drags Chloe’s bra down, sucks the stiff nipples into her mouth until Chloe arches, then drops lower, tongue driving straight into the trembling cunt. Chloe moans, knees buckling. The three of them meet inside the bedroom, clothes peeled off, sweat already glossing skin. Chloe ends up straddling Riley’s face while Arya pins her mouth between Kristen’s spread thighs. They rotate—Riley riding Kristen’s tongue, Arya grinding back against Chloe’s mouth, tongues lapping, fingers pumping, juices smearing across flushed faces. They trade places until every girl is coming hard, thighs shaking, fingers clawing at sheets. When their breathing finally slows, Kristen nods once. “She’s in.”