Once Caught, Twice Shy

Holly sprawls naked on her bed, fingers working fast and wet between her legs. Jane crouches at one doorway. Leana hides behind the other. Their eyes lock on Holly, then on each other. Silent stares turn into wild pointing and throat-cutting gestures: you first, no you. Fingers jab. Heads shake. Elbows bump a lamp and it rattles. Holly freezes, fingers still buried. Both spies freeze too. Jane hisses, "You idiot, you made the noise." Leana spits back, "I was fine until your fat finger hit the switch." They trade blame like slaps. Holly sits up, nipples tight, and smirks. "Ladies," she says, voice low, "you want a show? Strip and get in here. Only rule: whoever talks first eats last."