The knock was soft but expected
Not hesitant -- just unfamiliar. Polite in a way that didn't belong to this room, this house, this world.
Reese's stomach knotted before she even lifted her head.
Hailey flinched on the couch. Still topless, thighs still sticky. The high of victory had faded into something sour, thick in the throat. Her hands instinctively covered her tits, but her eyes flicked to Reese -- worried, like maybe she already knew.
Lauren stood.
Smiled.
Opened the door.
And there she was.
Her name was Molly.
Twenty-one.
Reese's younger sister by four years.
Same cheekbones -- but softer. Same mouth -- but used differently. Where Reese had learned to grit her teeth, Molly had learned to smile through it.
She looked normal.
Tight jeans. White crop top. Black Converse. A canvas tote bag slung over one shoulder with a bookstore receipt peeking out the top. Auburn hair in a loose braid. Freckles like someone had thrown cinnamon across her cheekbones and collarbones. A tan that said she ran outside. For fun.
She was so clean.
Too clean for this place.
Her eyes landed on Reese -- on the bruises, the spit-slick tits, the tremble in her arms as she tried not to crumble.
"Reesie?"
That voice.
Still calling her that.
Reese almost vomited.
Lauren stepped aside.
"Come in," she said warmly. "She's been waiting for you."
Molly took a step. Then another. Hesitated.
Her nose wrinkled -- the smell. Sex. Sweat. Salt. Shame.
"What is this place?" she asked.
Her eyes moved again. Hailey. Half-naked. Sitting like she didn't know what to do with her hands. The rug. The couch. The open folder on the counter. The glint of the belt still lying beside the armrest.
She looked back at Reese.
"Did something happen?"
Reese couldn't speak.
Couldn't move.
Her body was screaming at her -- run, protect, lie. But her mouth stayed open, useless. Her skin flushed.
Because Molly was already seeing it.
The marks.
The posture.
The usedness of her.
"I thought you were working for the Bureau," Molly said, softer now. "You said you were just assisting--"
Lauren stepped forward. Put a hand on Molly's shoulder.
"She is."
Molly turned.
"What?"
"She's being very helpful," Lauren smiled. "And now, so can you."
Molly's brow furrowed.
"I don't--what does that mean?"
Lauren leaned in.
Whispered something only Molly could hear.
Molly stiffened.
Her lips parted.
Then shut.
And Reese knew.
She knew.
They'd told her something.
Shown her something.
Enough to tilt her.
Because Molly didn't look at her like a victim anymore.
She looked at Reese like a liar.
"You brought me here," Molly said. Her voice was flat now. "Didn't you."
Reese shook her head. "No--Molls, I swear, I didn't--"
But she couldn't even finish the sentence.
Because Molly had already taken a step inside.
The door shut behind her.
The door clicked shut behind Molly like a sentence being handed down.
She stood still -- not frozen, but waiting. She could feel the eyes on her. Her sister's. The other girl's. His. And the weight of their attention settled on her skin like heat, like a light too bright to run from.
Lauren didn't hesitate.
She stepped forward with the ease of someone who had done this before. A handler in her own right -- but not of information or threats. Of bodies. Of moments. Of girls who didn't know whether to flinch or lean in.
Her hands found Molly's hips first. Just fingertips, light pressure. She let them rest there, as if she was testing Molly's balance. Then she moved -- slow, upward -- tracing the curve of her waist through the tight white cotton of the crop top.
"You're beautiful," she murmured. "Your sister never mentioned that."
Molly flinched at the word sister.
Reese made a sound -- a half-broken whisper, like breath catching on a blade.
Lauren smiled.
"Lift your arms."
It wasn't a request.
Molly hesitated. Just long enough for her own shame to register. Then she obeyed. Slowly. Arms rising like she was being searched. Like she was at the gate of something and already knew she was going to lose.
Lauren took the hem of her shirt in both hands.
Paused.
Looked at him.
He didn't move. Didn't blink. Just watched.
So she peeled it upward.
The fabric clung for a moment, caught on the swell of her tits, then surrendered. Molly's bare skin bloomed into view -- pale and dusted with freckles, the outline of her sports bra visible now. White, plain, soft cotton stretched tight over breasts that had only known casual comfort until this moment.
She wasn't shaking yet.
But her breath had changed. Faster. Shallow. Every second she stayed still, her body betrayed her a little more.
Lauren dropped the shirt to the floor behind her.
Then stepped closer.
Her hands returned -- one to Molly's waist, the other rising to her chest. She cupped her breast through the bra, full palm, no rush. Like she was holding an egg she was about to crack. Molly stiffened -- not from the contact, but from the stillness of it. The confidence. The inevitability.
"I like how soft you are," Lauren whispered. "Your sister's tits fight back. Yours... they surrender."
Reese gasped.
Quiet. But sharp.
Her head bowed.
Lauren thumbed the center of Molly's bra, found the clasp. Flicked it open with one practiced snap. The cups loosened. Fell apart. Slid down her arms like silk resigning.
Her tits dropped into view.
God, they were gorgeous. Not huge -- maybe a C cup -- but round, perky, the kind of shape that made men think about them every time she left the room. Her nipples were pink, hardening fast in the air. Tiny goosebumps swept across her sternum. She didn't try to hide.
Lauren cupped them both now.
Squeezed gently, then firmer.
Her thumbs rolled the nipples -- slow circles that made Molly's thighs press together. Not out of pleasure. Not yet. Just instinct. Just confusion.
"You're doing so well," Lauren murmured.
She stepped around behind her now. Pressed her body up close -- chest to back, thighs to thighs. Her hands reached around and cupped both tits again from behind, lifting them like an offering to the room.
"Look at her," she said to him. "Look at what your little informant has brought you."
He didn't answer.
He didn't need to.
His cock was out again.
Thick. Heavy. Resting against his thigh.
Hailey was staring.
Her lips parted.
Reese still hadn't looked up.
