Pulled Out Of The Closet

Paula hides in the closet like some cheap thrill, hoping to rattle Ruby when she walks in. She hears heels click against the floor and nearly springs her stupid surprise when the door opens on another woman Helen, all sultry and dark. Ruby follows, kissing her hard, pushing her to the bed before Paula can blink. Clothes fall like dead weight. Ruby's mouth tracks lower, tongue working circles until Helen gasps and grabs the sheets. Paula watches breath held, heat crawling under her skin, pressing hard between her legs against her will. She never thought she'd feel anything for this, but the wet sounds, the way Ruby owns every inch makes her squirm without thinking. A floorboard creaks. Ruby freezes. Turns. Catches Paula half-hidden, red-faced, hand still clutching the door. She smirks like she's been waiting for this. "Don't just stand there," she says, voice husky. "Get your ass in here." Paula steps forward, caught, burning, knowing there's no backing out now.