Menage A Trans #07 - April Olsen, Candice Kane & Michael DelRay

Michael DelRay got himself in a real mess. Now he’s standing in front of April Olsen, scratching at his neck, telling her he clipped Candice Kane’s car on the way home. No one’s hurt. But the paperwork? The cops? Fuck that noise. So he asked the other driver back to hash it out quick, keep things civil. April’s already halfway to a tirade when the doorbell rings. Candice walks in tall, dark hair swinging like smoke, and the air snaps. April’s mouth stops working. Candice clocks both of them, quick little smile like she caught their scent, and the tension flips on its side. Suddenly politeness feels like foreplay. Hands linger when they pass drinks. Voices drop. A joke lands low and stays there, warm, daring. Candice’s thigh is pressed to April’s on the couch, and Michael is watching them both like the wreck never happened. Candice asks if they want to settle the damage another way. Her hand brushes April’s knee, light as breath. April’s pulse hammers. Nobody pretends they’re heading for paperwork now. Instead, clothes peel, slow, deliberate, the three of them colliding, trading touch for touch, mouths hungry, the fender-bender already forgotten under the promise that by the time the night’s done, nobody’s walking away shortchanged.