Repair Affair

Alexis Tae pins damp shirts to the rack. The dryer is dead. Whitney Wright storms in, starts shouting about the mess. Alexis fires back about the dishes, the dust, everything Whitney ignores. Whitney slams the door behind her. Lumi Ray watches from the doorway. She steps in with a clipboard, asks for a signature before she starts. Alexis says sorry she had to witness the scene. Lumi just shrugs, says she’s heard worse. Alexis keeps talking—Whitney never helps, never touches her. Lumi looks her over and tells her a woman that pretty deserves better treatment, that if she were Lumi’s wife she’d get taken care of every way. Alexis leans in, lips brushing. The kiss turns hungry fast. They strip each other between the hanging sheets, Lumi’s hands sliding over Alexis’s small, shaved body, mouth finding her natural tits. Whitney’s footsteps echo in the hall. They freeze, crouch behind the laundry. When the door creaks again they scramble back together, breathless, lips locked once more. Each close call only makes them rougher, wetter, needier, until they forget the rack and the risk and fuck like the house is empty.