Let Me Take Your Soul

The blond photographer said she was just taking some test shots, but the second she ducked under the black cloth the scene changed. Same room, same two schoolgirls on the couch in their plaid skirts and knee socks, only now Alexa was on her knees, tongue buried between Kate’s smooth, shaved lips while Kate’s bare toes flexed and pointed. Christina blinked hard. When she lifted the cloth again the girls were simply sitting, smiling, legs demurely crossed. She tried another frame; this time the brunette was riding Alexa’s mouth, hips rolling, both of them making soft, wet sounds that the lens somehow captured. Christina yanked her head out, heart thumping, and they were just posing again. Whatever spell they were working, she decided she wanted no part of it. She told them the shoot was over, thanked them, and sent them packing. Alone, curiosity got the better of her. She sat where they had sat, raised the camera to her own face, and clicked. The flash blinded her for a heartbeat; when her vision cleared she was naked between them, blonde and brunette mouths exploring every inch of her, fingers sliding inside her, soft feet stroking her thighs. Kate’s tongue traced a lazy circle over Christina’s clit while Alexa’s smaller, tattooed hand held her open. The girls weren’t letting her leave their little pocket of magic anytime soon.