Time Of Need

Morgan Anderson, Joanna Angel in the flesh, laid it all out. This outfit doesn't do hearts and flowers. Free Use Industries runs an app where you pick your person and fuck them—anywhere, any hour, no pretense. Bella wanted in. She needed money fast so Keira could breathe after the funeral without worrying about rent, utilities, the little shit that adds up when grief takes center stage. Morgan nodded, told her never to say the company name outside the room, and gave her the line that triggers it all: expect the unexpected. Bella repeated the words and sealed the deal. The living room was thick with casseroles and low talk. Keira clutched Bella’s hand while people filed in—Sheryl, Jessie Lee, Reverend Bullard. Then Kira Noir stepped over the threshold, met Bella’s stare, and dropped the phrase like a lit fuse. Bella’s breath hitched; she knew the rule, signed it herself. Seconds later her back hit the wall, skirt yanked high. Kira’s tongue worked between Bella’s legs while Keira watched, stunned, the room gone dead quiet. Bella’s voice cracked as she tried to explain between gasps—she was still here, still holding Keira up—even as Kira kept licking and the wet sound of her fingers filled the stunned silence.