The Best Revenge Is Lezzing Well

Katrina just split with her boyfriend and swung by his place with Scarlett to grab her things. They found her stuff tossed into boxes like garbage. Rage hit hard. She laid into him—toxic, cold, already screwing someone else. The humiliation burned. She wanted to hit back, hard. Scarlett smiled, sly. What if the whole block heard about it? Katrina listened. Scarlett told her to fuck a woman. Say her ex was so lousy she switched teams. Katrina laughed, curious, but pointed out she wasn’t into women. Scarlett shrugged. She’d help. A quick favor between friends. One bed, one message. And they could do it in the front window, clear for every neighbor to watch. Katrina thought a second, cheeks flush, then nodded.