Influence Part 2

Elsa’s phone lights up right in the middle of their catch-up. A black car waits downstairs. She hands the note to Ariana without a word. They follow the driver, heels clicking on tile, and the moment the door shuts the quiet inside feels thick. Elsa leans back, legs falling open. Ariana’s hand slips between them, slow, tracing the edge of the thong until Elsa’s breath stutters. Two fingers press harder, sliding the thin fabric aside. A single slick stroke turns into a steady rub, then the pad of one fingertip circles lower, teasing the tight ring of muscle until it gives. The finger pushes in, knuckle deep, and Elsa’s hips roll to meet it. Ariana curls her wrist, works that finger in steady, shallow strokes, pressing the same spot over and over while her thumb slides across Elsa’s clit. Heat gathers low and tight. Elsa’s thighs shake, mouth open, and the release hits hard—wet pulses around the finger, body clenching, then softening. She stays stretched open, still twitching, as the car pulls up to the curb.