Law-Abiding Citizen

Charlie's got nowhere to turn. Every straight job spits her back out because of the record, and tonight's interview went the same way as the rest. She finally gives in and calls the one person who might actually help—Mia. Later they sit in a cheap apartment, cash and burner phones spread across the table, trying to scrape together something fast before the walls close in. Neither woman can afford the risk, yet here they are, two ex-cons fresh off their last stretch and hungry enough to chance it again. They don't hear the knock until it's too late. Tony pushes the door open, eyes going wide when he sees his ward with the one woman she swore she'd never see again. Charlie steps in close, sliding her arm around Mia's waist, and Mia answers the lie by pressing her lips to Charlie's like they've been together forever. Tony smirks, not convinced. He lingers, making small talk, but the suspicion stays in his stare. So Charlie drags Mia onto the couch, straddling her thighs, tongue moving deep and slow while Mia's fingers push under her shirt and squeeze bare skin. They grind harder, fingers finding zippers, denim scraping down until Charlie's hand slides between Mia's legs and two fingers sink in, slick and obscene, making Mia moan loud enough for Tony to hear it down the hall. Mia works two of her own fingers into Charlie in return, both of them panting as the wet sounds echo. Tony still watches. They flip, Mia on top now, licking and biting down Charlie's throat while her hips roll hard against Charlie's thigh. Their breathing turns ragged, slick coating their hands, bodies slapping loud in the dim room. Tony's gaze never leaves them. They keep fucking—Charlie's ass lifted, Mia's tongue buried between her folds, desperate cries bouncing off the walls—until the door finally clicks shut and they realize the gamble might have actually paid off.