Imagine a threesome

You seize the moment. You drift between them, the air turning dense and heavy. You don't just nudge Jessica’s thoughts; you amplify her natural daring, turning her "what if" into a verbal challenge. You make the idea of sharing a man feel like the ultimate bond of friendship.

Jessica lets out a low, breathy laugh, her eyes locking onto Chloe’s. "Wait, muscles on muscles? And your mom was drooling? God, Chlo, we are in the wrong house. We should be over there 'auditioning' for his private classes."

She pauses, her gaze dropping to the curve of Chloe’s waist before snapping back up with a wicked, playful glint. "Actually... if he's that much of a specimen, maybe we shouldn't let your mom have all the fun. Imagine if we just... jumped him. Both of us. I bet a guy like that wouldn't even know what hit him. A little two-on-one 'extra credit' session?"

She nudges Chloe’s hip with her own, her tone "joking" but her eyes searching Chloe’s face for any sign of rejection. "I mean, I seriously doubt Jason could give you kind of workout. Maybe you need a professional to show you how a real model handles the pressure. And we could give him a "workout" of his own."

Chloe freezes for a second, as she gets a brief mental flash of the possibililty.

The suggestion is massive—a leap into territory she’s never openly discussed. But because it’s Jessica, and because the air in the room feels so supportive and warm, she doesn't pull away.

She looks at Jessica, and for the first time, she doesn't just see a "best friend." She sees a sexual partner. The idea of being with Jessica and a man like Mike—being the center of all that attention—sends a sharp, liquid heat straight through her.

"You're terrible," Chloe murmurs, but she’s smiling. She doesn't say no. She doesn't even move her hip away. "But... I guess it would be a better workout than anything Jason has ever given me."

Seed planted, you leave the girls to enjoy their evening.