Crossing The Finish Line

Nicole and Olivia asked Destiny back to their place after they spotted her lagging at the marathon and slowed to drag her across that brutal finish line. Destiny shows up sweaty, overheated, thighs still burning, and blurts out how much she appreciates the rescue. The couple wave off the thanks, grab a wet cloth and start patting the moisture from her neck and arms, waving the paper fans they swiped from the race bag. Every pass of cool fabric turns electric. Destiny’s breath hitches; she eyes them both like she just spotted the prize table nobody claimed. She winks, tucks the damp cloth aside, and says, 'Y’all gave me a lifeline, so I figure it’s my turn to return the favor. Victory lap, anyone?' Pants hit the floor before the fans finish spinning.