Pin-Up Girls #05

Ashlyn stretched out across the chaise and watched Kiera scrub the marble floor on her hands and knees. Faye circled the girl slowly, heels clicking, eyes fixed on the hem of that short black skirt riding up with every reach of the sponge. “You missed a spot,” Faye said, toe nudging Kiera’s thigh. Kiera froze. She knew the game. She also knew the two emails sitting in her phone—proof she’d stolen from the petty-cash drawer last month. Keep the job, lose the evidence, or lose everything. Ashlyn’s voice came low and smooth. “Take the panties off, Kiera.” Kiera hesitated, then hooked her thumbs under the lace and slid the scrap down her thighs. Cool air met slick skin; her face burned. Faye knelt behind her, fingers spreading Kiera wide. “Already wet. Good girl.” Two fingers sank in without warning. Kiera bit her lip to keep the sound inside, but it slipped out anyway—soft, broken. “Stand up,” Ashlyn ordered. Kiera obeyed on shaky legs. Faye stayed low, mouth replacing fingers, tongue curling slow and deliberate. Ashlyn pulled open her own silk robe and guided Kiera’s hand between her legs. “You’re not just getting licked,” she murmured. “You’re going to come while you make me come.” Kiera nodded once, desperate. She worked her fingers through Ashlyn’s heat, matching the rhythm Faye set with lips and tongue. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Faye’s thumb pressed circles over Kiera’s clit until her knees buckled, but Faye held her upright, mouth never leaving her. Ashlyn came first—tight, quiet, nails biting Kiera’s wrist. Faye followed, sucking hard until Kiera cried out, shaking, the orgasm ripping through her in short, helpless spasms. Faye stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiled. “Same time tomorrow,” she said. “Or the emails go out.” Kiera, still trembling, bent to retrieve her discarded panties, then tucked them into the pocket of her apron like evidence she’d need again soon.