I pulled up to the house at sunset, the sky bleeding orange behind the trees. My hands shook on the steering wheel. All week, I’d been replaying last Friday—her mouth on me, his c**k inside me, the way they’d shared me like I was theirs. The text came at noon: ~Door unlocked. Wear the red dress. No underwear. Kid’s gone again.~
I stepped inside. The air was thick with jasmine incense, low lights flickering from candles on the coffee table. No one in the living room. “Hello?” I called, voice echoing.
“In here,” Mrs. C’s voice floated from the bedroom hallway.
I followed it, heels clicking on the hardwood. The master bedroom door was cracked. I pushed it open. They were waiting. Mr. C leaned against the dresser, shirt off, jeans low on his hips, bulge obvious. Mrs. C sat on the edge of t
