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other hand pinching and tugging at her nipples.
    His cock went deep and he leaned into Rosa, teeth grazing her shoulder, scraping up to her neck. No reason why that should make her lose control, but it did. Entire body shuddering, she was the one who howled, pumping her hips with short, hard, movements, his cock moving with delicious friction in her pussy.
    “So tight,” he growled into her ear. “So wet and sweet.”
    She couldn’t answer, could do nothing but let the waves of orgasm break over her, revel in him filling her, hearing his words dissolve into the primal sounds of his release.
    The last things she remembered was asking, “What would happen if I gave you tequila?” and his answering chuckle.
     
    Waking up, blinking against the sunlight coming in through the window, she realized the warm, soft body snuggled with hers on the couch was Blanche’s.
    “Wow,” Blanche stirred, yawned. “I had the wildest dream.”
    “Did it involve a hairy man-beast thing?”

    Blanche went still. “Yeah,” she replied slowly.
    “And do you own a neon-green vibrator?”
    “Damn…so it wasn’t a dream?”
    Rosa didn’t bother to answer. What was there to say?
     
    The winter fell into an otherworldly pattern—working during the day and Bear, as they took to calling him since he wouldn’t tell them his name, at night.
    For the first time in years Rosa and Blanche were working on the same project, an off-Broadway production by the world-renowned team of Short and Dean. Still in rehearsals, Rosa had one of the leads while Blanche worked on the set designs, so they spent even more time together than usual. Normally Rosa would have been stressed to the max with opening night only six weeks away, but somehow she floated through. Not even the tantrums and scathing remarks of producer David Short, who often came to monitor the cast’s progress, fazed her.
    This easygoing attitude must be linked to Bear’s nightly visits. They didn’t have sex every night, but for the first time she was getting both quality and quantity, along with a friendship she came to treasure. Although Rosa was the focus of his attention, Blanche didn’t seem to mind.
    “I never thought myself a voyeur,” she said one day when they were standing near the stage door at the end of the lunch interval. A touch of color brightened her pale cheeks, and her eyes sparkled. “But watching you two together is amazing.”
    “Well, we all knew I was an exhibitionist, although not in that way,” Rosa replied. “Bear brings out the beast in me.”
    They were both laughing when David Short came by, the heavy woolen cloak he affected swirling around his ankles.
    “Well, what have we here? Two of my favorite girls. You really must come by my place one evening.” He winked, his
lascivious gaze causing a shiver of distaste to trickle up Rosa’s spine. “We’d have fun, I guarantee.”
    He left without waiting for a reply, letting a blast of cold air and a swirl of snow into the corridor. As he went out, the wind slammed the heavy door shut behind him, catching the hem of his cloak between it and the jamb. Rosa and Blanche stared at the fabric for a moment then exchanged a look. There was no way for Short to open the door from the outside.
    “Asshole,” Blanche said. “His partner seemed nice when he came that one time, but this guy gives me the creeps. Ignore it—the porter will be back in a while and set him free.”
    Rosa shrugged, already moving toward the exit. “He’s a jackass but also the producer, and it’s cold out there.”
    But the fabric had jammed the door shut and it took both of them shoving before the door sprang open. Short had obviously been tugging hard on the other side, and the sudden opening of the door sent him flying, face first, into a snow bank. Rosa bit her cheek in an effort to stop the laughter welling inside.
    “You stupid bitches,” Short snarled, once he’d spat out the snow. “Look what you did. I’ll have you