How Do You Know?

Phoebe’s staring at the mess her life became when Piper shows up in her kitchen like she owns the place. She’s got a notebook, a smile, and zero sense of boundaries. Phoebe tells her to fuck off, but Piper just laughs and says they’re writing her memoir whether she likes it or not. She pokes and prods all afternoon, and Phoebe keeps her guard up until the ex-boyfriend gets mentioned. That’s when she snaps and tells the real story: Trevor was just cover. Her actual lover was her assistant Luna, and the day Luna ran off with Trevor is the day Phoebe’s world cracked in two. She says it flat-out—she’s been deep in the closet to save her image, and she’s fucking sick of pretending. Piper listens, really listens, and the energy shifts. She pushes Phoebe’s hair back, their eyes catch, and suddenly they’re grabbing at each other. Blonde and brunette tumble onto the couch, mouths hungry. Phoebe’s tits come out first, natural and soft under Piper’s hands. Piper slides two fingers straight into her, curling hard while Phoebe moans. They twist into a sixty-nine, Piper’s tongue working Phoebe’s clit while Phoebe buries her face between Piper’s legs, both of them slick and loud and forgetting the cameras are still rolling.