The Present

Chloe finds the certificate on her nightstand and her stomach drops in the best way. A surprise from Matt. She walks into Sapphic Bliss in nothing but black cotton shorts and a thin tank, skin still warm from the shower. Dillion Harper is waiting by the table—small frame, soft mouth, hair pulled back tight. Clothes come off quick. Oil hits skin. Chloe lies facedown, and they start talking about men. Turns out Dillion used to fuck Matt too. Same tattoos. Same tour bus. Same habit of promising monogamy between cities. Dillion left the dick behind after the second city; Chloe is still stuck on it. Dillion’s hands slide lower, thumbs working the backs of her thighs. She says the gift was a setup—that Matt thought watching two women together would be a neat trick, easy payback for nights he fucked groupies. Chloe goes rigid. She pictures him planning it, smiling, already jerking off to the footage he thinks he’ll collect. Rage curls hot under her ribs. Dillion keeps stroking—slow, measured, fingers dipping between her ass cheeks just to prove a point. They decide together. He wanted a show; they’ll give him one he can’t control. Chloe rolls onto her back, legs open, cunt already slick from oil and anger. Dillion leans in, lips brushing her ear, and tells her exactly how they’ll make him pay for thinking he could script their bodies.