Twisted Passions #05

Raylene pressed Samantha against the studio control board. Lights dimmed to blood-red. Raylene’s hand drove up Samantha’s skirt and found her already slick. Samantha gasped, half word half moan, while the monitor looped sound bites about pleasure cycles and neural spikes. Raylene’s tongue traced her ear. Every filthy plan poured out in hard whispers between bites on her neck. Across the glass, Jana Jordan watched from the shadows of the empty set. Her pulse hammered against cheap denim. Fingers slid under the waistband. She circled herself in time with the wet sounds coming through the speakers. She could almost taste the metallic charge coming off Dr. Ryan’s skin. A shiver cut straight down her spine. She didn’t blink once. Not when Samantha’s thighs shook. Not when the countdown timer on the board ticked its way toward zero.