Iris

Iris spots them in the bar, bodies pressed too close to be lovers, mouths already moving toward wounds they'll make later. She moves through the crowd slow, stops right beside them, fingers grazing Alex's wrist. The question's already answered in the way his pulse jumps. She follows them up to the room, four locks between them and the night, and the second the door shuts she's on them both. Clothes don't make it past the first bedpost. Iris pushes Alex onto the mattress, takes his cock in her mouth while her hand slides up Blake's thigh, fingers already working Blake open and wet. She rides Alex next, knees planted, pace unforgiving, nails raking down his chest. Blake climbs in beside them, mouth on Iris's throat, Iris's fingers pushing deeper until Blake cries out and pulses around them. They flip. Iris takes Blake's face between her thighs, grinding until she shudders and soaks the sheets. Alex fucks Iris from behind at the same time, pace turning ragged. Both cum inside her, shaking, wrecked, still not done. Iris gives them a few extra breaths. Then she reaches for the blade she left on the nightstand, slides it across Alex's throat in one clean line, warm blood running over her fingers, pooling on white sheets. Blake never sees it coming either. One swift movement and the room falls quiet, only the low hum of the air conditioner and the slow drip of blood meeting carpet. Iris wipes her mouth, smiles to herself, already thinking about who else might invite her in next.