Winners

A day off, some wine, smoke drifting up from the couch. Then the doorbell. Emberly's at the door with the prize and a grin. The room fills with crisp fifties. Lacey sweeps bills off the coffee table, pulls Amelia against her, and they both look at the stranger who's walked in. Clothes hit the floor before anything else can. Fingers catch lace, bare skin meets air, and soon hands find nipples — mouths follow. Sound thickens, three of them twisting in a mess of breath and old bank notes. Emberly drops to her knees first. Tongue pushing in, slow and tight. Lacey angles her hips, letting her open up wider while Amelia watches, hungry. Knuckles sink into slick heat, knuckles vanish inside. Hips buck; teeth graze shoulders. One girl on her stomach, another over the first like she can't wait. Tongues lap at every sensitive crease, turning easy laughs into broken curse words. Sweat smears the paper under them as it rains.