We're Both Stuck!

Maya's fresh from a hot shower, bare feet on the floor, when the hairbrush slips from her hand and skitters under the bed. She drops down, belly to the carpet, crawls in and freezes. Her hair tangles in the springs. She kicks once, then huffs for Khloe. Khloe steps into the bedroom amused, then laughs once when she sees what's caught Maya. She gets on her knees, reaches under, but every tug just snares Maya tighter. She ducks under herself to work the spring free and the same coils catch the back of her tank top. Both girls swear. They yell down the hall for Rebecca. Rebecca pads in, leans on the door frame and watches. She listens to their begging for a second, then tells them straight: she does every damn dish in this place and she's done cleaning up after slobs. Promise her the chores and she'll get the scissors. The girls go quiet, then counter with a hotter deal. Rebecca's a lesbian, right? They offer pussy instead. Rebecca chews on it, eyes low, thinking. She knows both girls hate chores, but they hate being stuck worse. She bends, slides a finger over Khloe's bare thigh. "Fine," she says. "But right here, while you're caught. Maybe you'll think twice before ditching your dishes again." Rebecca drops her sweats. She plants a knee on the carpet, fingers Khloe first, rubs slow circles over cotton until it dampens, then leans past Khloe's ass to palm Maya's heat too. Maya gasps; Khloe grinds against Rebecca's palm, hair still snagged, nipples tightening against the sheet. Rebecca lines two fingers and works them into Khloe, knuckle-deep, scissoring gently so her hips jerk. Maya can't see, can only feel Rebecca slide past Khloe to stroke her clit. The position keeps both girls pressed together, breath warm on each other's necks, bodies rocking in tight little moves their stuck hair won't let them finish. Rebecca pumps steady, thumb on clit, demanding sighs that echo off the underside of the mattress until their curses turn into bitten-off moans.