Time Of Need

Morgan lays it out plain: the company runs on consent. A tap on the app, a chosen representative, no strings. Bella listens, then tells her why she’s there. Her roommate Keira lost her grandmother. Rent, bills, everything will fall on Bella for a while. She wants the room to breathe. Morgan nods, warmed by it, but warns her to stay quiet outside these walls. If a client wants her, they’ll say the phrase. Bella repeats it back and signs on. Days later the living room holds a quiet vigil. Bella sits with Keira, holding her hand while mourners filter through. Keira leans on her, grateful. Then Kira walks in, offers soft words to Keira, turns to Bella and drops the line. Bella’s breath catches, but she knows the rules she agreed to. Kira’s hands move fast. She opens Bella’s dress, cups her full breasts, then drops to her knees. Fingers slide in, wet and sure, while her mouth finds Bella’s clit. Bella grips the arm of the couch, legs shaking, trying to tell Keira she’s still right here for her. Keira stares, stunned, as the room watches Kira finger Bella deep and lick her slow, every stroke deliberate, every sound raw. Bella’s soft cries mix with the low murmur of the gathering, her body answering even while her words reach for the friend she came to hold.