Can't Makeup My Mind

Gizelle Blanco is on the set, touching up Jayden Cole's face. "Your skin feels incredible," she says, fingertips gliding over Jayden's cheek. Jayden leans into the touch, smiling wide, letting Gizelle know she enjoys the praise. She tilts her chin, inviting more, but before anything can build, Freya Parker walks up. "Director needs you," Freya says. Gizelle leaves with a quick apology. The second she's gone, Freya crosses her arms. "Don't waste your time. Gizelle doesn't go for women." Jayden raises an eyebrow. "How would you know?" Freya shrugs. "Tried it myself. Got nowhere." Jayden grins. "Maybe you just aren't her type." They trade looks, both stubborn. By the time Gizelle returns, they have a bet. Jayden steps forward first. "Drinks later?" Freya is right behind her. "Dinner instead." Gizelle blinks, unsure if this is a friendly plan or something else, but she smiles at both offers. The moment she nods, the two women start arguing, each claiming the other is too pushy. They grab Gizelle's wrists, pulling her between them in a clumsy tug-of-war. Gizelle plants her feet. "Enough. What's happening?" Freya blurts it out first. "We both want you." Jayden nods, waiting for the fallout. Gizelle looks from one to the other, lips curving. "Then stop fighting. I like both of you." She steps back until her shoulder brushes Jayden's chest, then turns and kisses Freya slow. Jayden's hands find her waist. Freya answers by sliding her palm under Gizelle's shirt, cupping one full breast, thumb stroking the nipple through lace. Clothes drop to the floor in soft piles. Gizelle ends up on her back, Jayden's mouth on her neck, Freya's tongue tracing wet circles around the other nipple. Fingers slip between thighs, slick and eager. They take turns tasting her, licking and sucking until Gizelle's hips lift, breath catching, then pull Freya and Jayden together so she can watch them kiss above her, tits brushing, hands still working between each other's legs until all three come, bodies tangled and shining.