Almost Caught at the Spa

Christie Stevens struts into her new gig at the massage parlor, all fired up to soak up every trick in the book. She hangs on her boss's every word, nodding like a pro. Boss lady lays down the law quick—no screwing around like with those flaky old hires. She bounces out, leaving Christie to gear up for client numero uno. Christie's dead set on nailing this, keeping it all business. But damn, her first walk-in, Lana, locks eyes and turns on the charm offensive right off the bat. Lana strips down smooth, stretches out on the table, and Christie digs into that back rub, hands gliding like butter. Not enough for Lana—she coos for those fingers to creep toward her tits, begging for a squeeze right there. Christie plays it coy, but Lana's done with the tease; she snatches those hands and plants 'em firm on her full, perky breasts. 'That's how I roll,' she purrs. Christie's game, heat building, but paranoia kicks in—gotta dodge the boss's radar. 'Let's switch spots,' she whispers. Lana grins wicked: 'My ass, honey.' Christie hesitates on sliding between those thighs, but hey, client's queen. Lana demands full access—hands roaming her plump cheeks, dipping to that slick pussy. Patience snaps; Lana bolts upright, yanks Christie's wrist, and shoves it straight onto her wet heat. No way Christie's risking the boot, so Lana hops off, flips the lock—boom, private party time, no interruptions. 'Climb on up,' Lana invites, hopping back aboard the table. Christie dives in face-first, tongue lashing that pussy like a starving fox in the henhouse. Screw job security; Lana's serving it hot, and Christie's starving for more. Lana peels off Christie's uniform, returns the favor with a sly wink. She drizzles oil over those luscious tits, kneading them deep before trailing south to Christie's throbbing core. Slippery as eels now, the girls lock hips, tribbing fierce—pussies grinding, clits sparking fireworks till they both shatter in a sweaty, screaming climax. Boss bangs on the locked door, and snap—Christie's toast on day one. But hell, that ride was worth every damn second.