Bound To Have Fun

Daneen and Gloria are killing time on Daneen's bed, eyes fixed on the door, waiting for Mindy to get the hell out. The second it clicks shut, Daneen grabs a coil of rope from under the pillow and offers her wrists with a grin that's half dare, half dare-you-not-to. Gloria moves fast—efficient knots, arms pinned to the headboard, each tug sealing the deal. Skin to skin, mouths hungry, fingers pushing deeper, every moan swallowed by a kiss. The door slams open again. Mindy stands there, purse in hand, eyebrows arched. Her eyes scan the scene, linger on ropes biting soft skin, and then she smiles like she's been invited. Bag drops. Clothes follow. She steps in, takes what she wants, and the room floods with heat and dirty laughter as three bodies tangle until no one can tell who started it.