Teaching The Rookie

India Summer's giving Audrey Noir the grand tour of the massage parlor on her first training day. She leads her into one of India's fave spots—a gorgeous, chill room with a big aquarium bubbling away, all calming vibes. 'Where'd you go to school?' India asks. Audrey grins, 'The Massage Institute.' India raises an eyebrow. 'Never heard of it.' Audrey's quick: 'It's in Europe.' India smirks, 'Which part?' Audrey pauses, then blurts, 'I studied in Thailand... Europe.' India chuckles, eyes twinkling. 'Show me what you picked up in Thailand... Europe.' She flops down on the table, and Audrey dives in, fumbling awkwardly at a massage. 'How's it feel? Am I doing okay?' Audrey asks, desperate. India props up on an elbow. 'Your technique's... unique. You got no clue, do you?' Audrey freezes. India eyes her. 'You lie on your app?' Panic hits Audrey hard—she stammers, 'I wanted this job so bad! I'm sorry, I'm broke as hell right now.' India softens, sits up. 'Hey, relax. It's cool.' She thinks a sec, then grins wickedly. 'Want me to show you the basics?' Audrey's all in, beaming like she won the lottery. India nods at her clothes. 'Strip.' Audrey doesn't hesitate—rips everything off in a frenzy, tits bouncing free. India bursts out laughing. 'Damn, girl, you really want this gig.' Audrey hops on the table, and India gets to work, her hands gliding sensually over the newbie's skin, teaching as she goes. Audrey melts into it, moaning soft. India grabs the oil, slicks her palms, and slides them slow and teasing along Audrey's curves—over her ass, between her thighs, building that heat. Time to switch. India peels off her own clothes, all confident and bare, stretches out on the table. 'Your turn. Show me what you got.' Audrey's nerves jitter, but she jumps in, kneading India's full tits, thumbs circling those hard nipples. India's purring, 'Fuck yes,' arching into it. Emboldened, Audrey's hand drifts south, fingers petting India's slick pussy, dipping in gentle. 'This okay?' she whispers. India gasps, grabs her wrist to guide deeper. 'More than okay, babe. Part of the job? Make sure clients get every damn itch scratched.' Audrey's no slacker—she dives right in, tongue and fingers working India's clit like a pro-in-training, determined to leave her teacher wrecked and begging. By lesson's end, this rookie's handling every filthy need India's got.