Misguided

Leslie felt the warning crawl under her skin the second they stepped inside the stranger's mansion. Lights were low, leather and dark wood everywhere. Tanya was already giggling, brushing against Jimmy like she'd known him for years instead of twenty minutes. Leslie's voice stayed low. "This feels wrong. We should leave." Tanya shot her a glare and kept following. Jimmy led them deeper, making dumb jokes about the art and the bar, until the tour stopped in a bedroom that smelled like musk and money. The second Leslie slipped into the hallway bathroom, she heard the mattress creak. When she came back, Tanya was on her knees in front of him, lips stretched around his cock, eyes glassy, one hand already inside her own shorts. Tanya didn't stop. Didn't even look up. She kept sucking, spit dripping off her chin while Jimmy stared right at Leslie with that wolf grin. Leslie froze, mouth open, heat punching through her chest. Jimmy pulled out, slick and hard, and reached out. "You wanna watch or you wanna fuck?" His voice cut sharp. Tanya finally glanced up, wiped her mouth on her wrist, and smiled like sin. "Come on, Les. He feels amazing." Leslie's pulse hammered. She could still run. Or she could step forward and let the bad idea swallow her whole.