Three Sitters, One Slot

Ms. Carter needs someone to watch her kids. She calls in three candidates at once—Faye, Sasha, and Tillie—and watches the room tighten with competition the moment they realize only one can win. The girls lean forward in their chairs, each voice rising over the next, until Ms. Carter stops the fight with a single, slow smile. She spreads her legs against the edge of the couch and tells them the job goes to the one who makes her come hardest. The three teens drop to their knees without another word. Ms. Carter guides Faye’s mouth between her thighs while the blonde’s small hand slips under her blouse, fingers cupping one full breast. Sasha moves behind her, kisses the nape of her neck, and slides a hand down her stomach until two slender fingers part Ms. Carter’s wet folds. Tillie, not to be left out, presses her own palm over Sasha’s and pushes two fingers inside at the same time, stretching the older woman open while Faye’s tongue circles her clit. Wet sounds fill the quiet office—sucking, sliding, and Ms. Carter’s low, ragged breaths—until every mouth and every hand is moving together, fighting for the single position that will take them all night to fill.