Preparing for a photo shoot...

Sandy circles behind them, hands slick with warm oil. Her fingertips drag slow lines down the curve of Lena’s spine, press beneath the band of her thong and slide lower until the oil glistens between her cheeks. Lena bites her lip, eyes half-closed, while Cass watches from the side, breath caught, thighs pressed tight. A single strap slips free. Sandy tugs it the rest of the way off, lets it drop. The camera clicks. Sandy smiles like she owns the air between their bodies. She palms Cass next, kneads the soft swell until Cass leans in, mouth brushing Sandy’s ear, nipples grazing the silk of her shirt. Oil trails over Cass’s ribs, beads at the small of her back. Sandy slips two fingers between Cass’s legs, draws them back shining. She turns, shows the sheen to Lena. Lena laughs low, reaches out, tastes it from Sandy’s fingertips. The room smells like sex and citrus. Someone changes the angle of the key light. Another shot snaps just as Sandy drops to her knees between them, lips parting, tongue flicking once—quick, hot—before the shutter catches the wet glint and their soft, shared gasp.