Netskirts #03

They matched on Netskirts.com and met at the hotel bar like strangers who already knew each other’s weaknesses. Shyla sipped her drink and talked about classes, rent, the mountain of bills. Anita listened, then pulled out a check and folded it once, twice. She slid her hand between Shyla’s thighs and tucked the paper inside her panties, knuckles grazing warm skin. Shyla’s breath hitched. The numbers were more than she made in a month. Anita’s fingers lingered just long enough to make the offer unmistakable. Shyla stayed perfectly still, every nerve pulled tight, unsure whether to cross her legs or spread them wider.