Insomniac Part 3 - Katrina Jade

Penny blinked awake from her light nap, heart punching her ribs when she saw Joanna Angel still lurking in her house like last night’s threesome had meant something more. She shook her head hard. “I’ve gotta get to work,” she muttered, already reaching for her keys. Joanna’s hand shot out, cold and sure. “Skip it. I can hand you the kind of power you never even let yourself picture.” Penny’s laugh came out shaky. “You stalking me now?” The words landed ugly. Joanna’s face darkened, offended, almost hurt. “Is that how you answer somebody trying to give a damn about you?” Penny snapped, voice rising, “You don’t know me!” Joanna’s eyes flashed with that sly, dangerous spark. “Oh, sweetheart—I know you better than you know yourself.” Then she slipped out, leaving the air crackling behind her. Later, the bar reeked of spilled beer and sweat. Penny wiped the counter until Aaron wandered in, that crooked grin of his lighting up when he spotted her. They fell into easy talk, shots, low laughter. “Never figured I’d see this softer side of you,” Aaron said. Penny frowned, half-smiling. “And who exactly do you think I am?” Before he could answer, movement flashed at the back. She excused herself, crept down the hall, cracked the office door just enough to see. Tommy Pistol stood over Joanna, jaw tight, furious. “You might run this little corner, but the big dogs are watching. And they’re thinking about early retirement—for you. Permanent.” Joanna tilted her head, smiling like a blade. “Why do you care if I live or die, Tommy? Got a crush?” He snorted. “You make me money and you get me fucked. That’s it.” Joanna’s mouth curved. She whistled sharp. A second later Katrina Jade slid in—long raven hair, hips rolling like sin. Joanna offered her without a word, stepping back as Tommy’s hands closed on Katrina’s ass and bent her over the desk. He shoved Katrina’s black panties aside and buried his face between her cheeks, tongue dragging over her asshole, then lower, tasting her slick heat while she gasped and pushed back. Tommy ripped Katrina’s top off, grabbed her full tits, sucked hard on pierced nipples until she moaned. He dropped lower, licking fast circles around her swollen clit. Katrina spun, stripped his belt, dropped to her knees and swallowed him whole, gagging wet and loud. Penny watched, frozen, the doorframe digging into her palm. Tommy used Katrina rough—hair twisted in his fist, hips snapping—while Joanna’s voice drifted from the hallway: “Enjoy yourselves.” Secrets spilled from every corner of the room, and Penny felt her own buried truth rising fast, dark and hungry, ready to claw its way out.