Trophy Hunter: Part Two

Aidra folds the wet cotton and tucks Jones’ panties into the velvet-lined box. Keepsakes sit in neat rows, each one the last thing she peeled from a girl who just came. Across the hall, Lily Ford has seen it all. Jealous heat curls between her legs; why don’t any of the ones she wants look like that? She steps out, and Aidra turns toward her, mouth still slick, eyes bright. Lily tries to play it casual. They lean against the doorframe. “How do you get them so fucking hot?” Aidra smiles, nods at the box. “Evidence.” She lifts the lid again, proud, then stretches Ivy’s thin blue thong between two fingers and brings it to Lily’s face. The fabric is damp and warm; the scent of pussy still lingers, a sharp-sweet musk that makes Lily blink hard. She inhales despite herself. It smells like the girl who lives on the next floor—the one she keeps trying to talk to in the elevator. Aidra chuckles, low and confident. “If you want lessons, the tuition’s simple. I pick the payment.” Lily swallows, nods. They move into the bedroom. Aidra tugs the shorts down just enough to press her mouth against cotton still warm from Lily’s skin. Every slow lick promises the thin panties will join the collection before morning.