With Friends Like Hers...

In the dim glow of suburban shadows, Susan (Artemisia Love) and Joy (Dee Williams) trade terse words over coffee when Susan's rebellious teen Jessica (Anny Aurora) bursts in, towing her sly companion Allison (Brooklyn Gray). Jessica pleads for Allison to crash overnight, spinning a yarn about cramming for tomorrow's exam. Susan snaps her consent, but only if they hit the sack early. Joy catches the electric undercurrent crackling off Susan, a storm brewing in her eyes. The girls vanish into Jessica's lair, and Joy presses: what's eating at her? Susan cracks, spilling venom—she despises Jessica orbiting Allison, that brazen dyke who'll drag her daughter into sapphic sin. She craves a real man to claim Jessica, but dreads Allison's siren pull twisting her straight. Worse, Susan's jetting out for a night soon, convinced Allison will slink in and corrupt the place. Joy pushes back, her stance a quiet rebellion, but offers to play watchdog. Susan exhales sharp relief, thrusting a key into Joy's palm. CUT TO TITLE Days bleed into dusk. Jessica waves Susan off with feigned innocence, her pulse racing. The door clicks shut, and Allison emerges from the gloom like a predator from the night, slipping inside. Alone in the forbidden hush, their lips crash in hungry defiance, lovers unchained. No time for games—they bolt to Jessica's bed, shedding clothes in a frenzy of need. Bare skin glistens under the low light as they tangle, mouths devouring, tongues dueling in raw, illicit heat, bodies arching toward the edge of ecstasy's abyss.