It's Payback Time

Lacey steps into her heels, hair still damp from the shower. Sam fumbles with his tie in the mirror. Lacey’s phone vibrates on the nightstand. Adriana. Downstairs. Ready. Sam’s hand finds the small of Lacey’s back, his voice low, urgent—pushing her toward the door. She leaves. The instant the latch clicks, the door swings open again. Adriana slips inside, red hair falling loose over her shoulders, her dress already unzipped. Clothes fall in a scattered trail. She climbs onto the bed, face pressed to the sheets, ass lifted and open. Sam ducks into the closet. He forgot the latch. Lacey forgot her tablet. She returns quietly. Finds her best friend offered and unaware. She lifts the thick silicone toy from the shelf—veins carved into its length, heavy in her hand. One smooth thrust and it sinks between Adriana’s cheeks, spreading her, filling her. Adriana’s gasp is cut short by a moan. Lacey stays silent, working the toy deeper, giving her friend everything Sam never could: slow, relentless, perfect. Every stroke an answer. Every shiver an apology the two of them have waited months to say out loud.