The Better Babysitter

Aiden Starr sits across from Gianna Dior, supposed job interview long gone. She watches the younger woman like she's already naked, her voice low and hungry. Gianna knows the look. She leans in, skirt riding up, letting Aiden see everything she's offering. Closer. Fingers brushing. Breath warm on skin. Emma Starletto drops between them hard enough to shake the cushions. "You said the job was mine." Her voice cracks with betrayal. Aiden doesn't flinch. "I need someone responsible. Someone who knows how to handle a body. Your way." Emma's jaw tightens, but the challenge is on. They test everything - bottles, diapers, temperature, timing. Gianna wins every round without trying. Worse, she's still flirting. Emma watches her touch Aiden's arm too long. The desperation hits her fast. "Fine. New test. Who has the best tits for feeding?" Aiden's eyes spark. She pulls their shirts up herself, thumbs circling nipples, weighing each breast like she's deciding which one she'll suck first. Her hands get rougher. Both girls are panting by the time she stops pretending it's still a test. Emma resists longest, but once Gianna's mouth is on her and Aiden's fingers push inside, she breaks. The three of them tangle across the couch, eating each other in rotation, wet sounds filling the room. Emma fights for it between moans, Gianna fights back harder, tongues and fingers and thighs locked tight. Aiden watches them both come apart, then decides who wins. The question hangs there: which girl gets to stay?