Duplicity

Kristen got what she wanted and flaunted it like always. The new bags hung by their straps while Jane leaned in close to inspect each one. Alina kept polishing the mirrors until she muttered that money doesn't matter. Kristen whipped around. "Stick to scrubbing toilets, maid." Later the girls drank at the club. The man came up and Kristen told Jane to leave, then passed cash for pills. Gunfire cracked through the music. Jane woke up in a white hospital bed with Kristen's fake tears streaking mascara down her face. Jane's stare cut straight through the act. "You want my silence? Give me one of those bags." Kristen agreed but had no time to feel relief. Alina blocked the exit, phone raised. The video showed the deal in crisp color. Alina demanded Kristen fuck her or she would press play. Kristen isn't into girls, yet she spread for the maid that night. They were on the bed, mouths locked, when the door opened again. Jane stepped in grinning. "We've been planning this for months," she said. Together they stripped Kristen bare and took every inch they wanted, using the threat like a leash around her throat.