We're Both Stuck!

Maya steps out of the shower, skin flushed and damp. Hairbrush in hand, she tugs through the wet strands until it slips and clatters beneath the bed. She drops to all fours, then stretches flat on her stomach and slides underneath to retrieve it. When she tries to back out, the mattress springs snare her hair. Her voice calls down the hall for Khloe. Khloe finds her like that and laughs, low and warm, before crawling under to free her. Knuckles work gently at the tangle, then Khloe sighs; scissors are the only answer. She turns to fetch them and suddenly finds her own hair hooked fast. Two voices shout now, raw and urgent, for Rebecca. Rebecca stops at the doorway, towel loose around her waist. The sight of her roommates trapped on their bellies makes something slow and calculating click behind her eyes. “You both carry your weight around here or you stay stuck,” she says. Maya and Khloe trade glances, flushed cheeks brushing carpet. They know Rebecca likes women; better sex than scrubbing toilets. So they offer it, clear and filthy, mouths shaping every obscene detail while they can’t move. Rebecca studies the line of Khloe’s lifted hips, the swell of Maya’s bare ass still dewed from the shower. She nods once. Scissors can wait. She crawls in, tongue already tasting the air between spread thighs, fingers finding slick heat above her head. Two stuck bodies, one covetous mouth—rent paid in moans instead of chores.