Wild Elevator Ride

Anna Claire Clouds steps in wearing sheer black lace. Chanel Camryn follows, heels clicking on marble. They press against the mirrored wall the second the doors seal. Anna’s hands slide under Chanel’s bra, pinch hard, then tear the straps loose. Chanel’s mouth finds Anna’s small breast and sucks the nipple until it stands tight. Fingers slip inside, knuckles deep. Anna spreads wider, one heel hooked on the handrail. The elevator jerks, a soft ding, but neither woman stops. Chanel drops to her knees, tongue flicking fast. Anna’s fingers knot in dark hair, hips grinding against that mouth. Sweat beads on pale skin. Breaths turn ragged. The car moves, floors blur, and the two keep chasing release in the tight, bright box.