We Can Work It Out

Casey swings the door open and there's Sonia, purse on her mind. 'Got a date tonight. Need it back.' Casey tells her to snatch it from the bedroom and scram fast, her own guy lands in minutes. Sonia heads down the hall. Knock two. Isiah. They hit the couch hard, tongues deep, hands everywhere, until Casey freezes. Sonia's still here. Footsteps already. Sonia steps out purse in hand, clocks him. Silence cracks between them like a whip. Isiah clears his throat and slips off to piss. Alone, the questions fly. Turns out they both been fucking him on the regular. When he strolls back the air's thick. He owns the lie: didn't know they knew each other. Sonia plants her feet. Nobody's leaving. Casey's grin spreads slow, wicked. She pulls Sonia in, they both go for Isiah's mouth at once. Clothes hit the floor in a hurry. Three bodies tangle, sweat-slick, mouths trading spit and moans while the couch creaks under the weight of all that bad decision.