Baited After School

Crystal Rush swears up and down she'd never fall for any stunt, stiff-backed and buttoned tight like virtue itself. Elizabeth Skylar hears that noise and grins, already tasting payback. She dangles a filthy little plan in front of her coworker—her voice low, lips brushing Crystal's ear—promising a blindfolded fuck over an empty desk after hours. Crystal's face burns, but she accepts, because saying no would mean admitting fear. She arrives exactly when Elizabeth says. Elizabeth spins her around, wraps the silk tight across her eyes, shoves her forward until Crystal's tits flatten against cold wood, skirt shoved up past hips. Behind her, Elizabeth steps away quiet as smoke, waves a hungry little Sarah Lace into the room. Sarah drops to her knees fast and silent, spreading Crystal open with both hands. Tongue working fast, deliberate, licking and sucking until Crystal's breathing comes ragged. Every wet sound and every flick says Elizabeth, but it's Sarah's mouth, Sarah's fingers curling just right inside her. Crystal whimpers, thighs trembling, convinced she's moaning for the right woman. Minutes stretch, her slick coating Sarah's chin, hips rocking back shameless. Then fingertips slip the blindfold free. Crystal blinks, vision clearing straight onto Sarah's wicked grin between her legs. Shock snaps like a live wire. Then Crystal laughs once, hard, breathy. Maybe she had it coming after all that bragging. They've started this mess, so they might as well finish it—the three of them, locked door, tangled bodies, heat rising fast and filthy.