Meanwhile

Meanwhile, Jess isn’t at the gym. In fact, she’s the slut Joe was refering to. She lies frozen on the bed, the camera's red light blinking on the nightstand, pointed directly at her. His cum is cooling on her stomach, her thighs, dripping from both holes onto the sheets beneath her. She can hear Chad's voice through the cracked door, casual and calm, while Joe's shadow lingers in the hallway.

Her chest rises and falls in shallow, silent breaths. She doesn't dare move. Doesn't dare breathe. The phone in her hand is dark, clutched to her chest like a lifeline. She can feel the evidence of everything they've done cooling on her skin, smell it in the air around her.