Piece Of The Pie

Liz steps onto the porch balancing a hot box. The door swings back. Connie is right there in black lace, her mouth still wet from Ginette’s kiss. Behind them Ginette’s nipples push against a silk robe, already peeled open. Shock hits Connie hard, then panic; she stammers, gripping the door frame like it might save her. Liz freezes, the weight of the words slamming into her—her stepmom, naked in someone else’s hallway, no ring, no shame. The two women fumble for lies. Nothing sticks. Quiet suddenly presses close. Liz looks past Connie’s trembling tits to Ginette’s flushed face, lips swollen, thighs parted. An idea snaps into place, nasty and perfect. Liz shuts the door with her foot. She names her price out loud: silence in exchange for skin. Clothes drop fast. Mouths, hands, heat flood the hall as Liz pulls both women down, legs opening, tongues meeting, bodies sliding hot and greedy on the hardwood before anyone can breathe.