Plugging A Hole In Their Schedule

Ember can't wait to get her hands on Chanel tonight. Chanel smirks and lifts her skirt to show the pink base of a vibrating plug sitting snug in her ass. She slides her phone across the table. The app is open. Ember grins, ready to fuck with her girl. One tap and the plug comes alive. Chanel bites back a moan just as the doorbell rings. Codi, neighbor, standing there with a damn clipboard about some neighborly fence meeting that Ember forgot to mention. No polite out. They sit. Smiles fixed. Ember's thumb hovers, then swipes hard. The buzz deepens. Chanel grips the edge of the couch, thighs pressed together, pretending to look at Codi's paperwork. Sweat beads on her neck. Codi notices the short breaths, the odd twitches, the way Ember looks too pleased with herself. The realtor keeps talking about chain link like nothing's happening, but her eyes keep dropping. Tension thickens. Eventually she slaps the papers shut and says flat, if everyone's this damn horny they might as well settle it the direct way, meaning a three-way right on the couch, business later. Chanel's hips jerk when Ember cranks the toy higher. Agreement given without a word.