Girlcore | S1 E3 | The Third Way

Jane is asleep when the phone rings. Veronica. Get here now. So Jane dresses fast, leaves her boyfriend complaining, and drives to the office. Veronica opens the door and watches her. She tells Jane to sit and type. Jane’s fingers stumble. Veronica’s eyes drop to the gym clothes, and her mouth twists. Pretty enough to dress right, she says, but not clever enough to figure it out on her own. She takes Jane to the next room. A black dress waits on a hanger. Jane moves for the door; Veronica’s voice stops her cold. Here. Now. No discussion. Jane strips. Veronica settles on the couch and drinks in every inch—blonde hair loose, big natural tits shifting as the shirt drops, the curve of her hips once the pants hit the floor. Veronica rises, snaps the hair tie free, and works makeup onto Jane’s face with quick, sure strokes. She paints the toenails, straps her into heels. When Jane sits again and tries to type, Veronica’s stare stays hot. The keys fall silent. Their mouths meet hard, open. Fingers slide under silk. Jane gasps as two of them push deep, wet sound filling the room while Veronica’s other hand cups one heavy breast and thumbs the stiff nipple. The desk light catches the shine on Veronica’s wrist as she works her faster, deeper, until Jane’s thighs shake and her breath breaks into low, helpless cries.