Job Lost, Lust Found

Summer slumps on the couch like someone who just ate shit. Bunny clocks it in two seconds, feels the dead weight the second she passes. Work should have her occupied, yet here she is, staring holes through nothing. Fired is the word that drops. Bunny freezes, reels for half a beat, wants the truth now, not later. Summer’s tongue stalls behind her teeth until Bunny presses hard enough. It spills out raw. She got caught with her lips on another girl when she should have been stacking stock. Bunny blinks, stumbles, catches herself. Then the heat in her eyes softens into something closer to hunger. Summer admits she’s aching to try more, just not the kind printed on the schedule. Bunny tastes the same itch she used to scratch behind dorm doors. College flashbacks hit hard: backseat fumblings, shower steam, bitten shoulders at two a.m. She feels the offer building behind her ribs before she says it. She can give Summer practice, no clock to punch, no rules except the ones they set. Her voice drops when she finally breathes the idea out. Let her stepmom be the first real test, tongue and teeth and everything in between, starting right now on that same couch.