Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Brett Rossi's fumbling with her shoes, eyes darting like she's dodging a bullet from getting busted. She finally gets the damn things on and spins toward the door when her step-daughter, Georgia Jones, nails her from behind. 'Where the hell do you think you're going, Brett?' Georgia's voice drips with that smug know-it-all vibe. She knows damn well it's Bring Your Daughter to Work Day, and it's a big-deal school gig. Georgia's loving every second of catching her step-mom trying to bail on the plan. Brett stammers some lame excuse about forgetting, but she drops it fast. Instead, she eyes Georgia up and down. 'You planning to strut into work looking like that?' Georgia shrugs, all casual. 'Yeah, unless you want me to change. But we'd be late as hell.' Brett sighs, exasperated as fuck. 'Fine, whatever. Let's just go.' They hustle out the door together. At the massage parlor, Brett leads the way, but Georgia's already poking at every oil bottle and towel rack, driving Brett nuts. 'Sit your ass in that corner and stay there,' Brett snaps. 'First client's walking in any second.' Georgia plops down, but her eyes scream rebellion. That sly smirk says trouble's brewing, no doubt. Jasmine Jae sweeps in, and Brett's tired mug lights up like a pro. 'Hey, gorgeous, right on time.' Jasmine beams back, then spots the girl in the corner. 'Who's the kid?' Brett's grin slips a hair. 'My step-daughter. Shadowing me for a school project. Cool with you?' Jasmine waves it off. 'Totally fine.' She nods at Georgia, who gives her a quick scan, grins wide, and nods back. Jasmine's eyes linger on Georgia with a spark, but Brett herds her to the table, shooting Georgia a death glare over her shoulder. She hands over a towel. 'Undress in the bathroom if you want privacy.' Jasmine laughs it off. 'Nah, I'm good right here.' As Jasmine peels off her clothes, Georgia's eyebrows shoot up, grinning like a fox. Brett scrambles to hoist a towel as a shield. Another glare at Georgia, then boom—professional smile for Jasmine, who stretches out face-down on the table. 'You sure no towel?' Brett asks. Jasmine settles in. 'Positive. Let's do this.' Brett's hands get to work, kneading Jasmine's shoulders, easing her into that deep relaxation zone, slow and steady. Georgia's glued to her chair, leaning in, eyes hungry. Brett's fingers hover over Jasmine's ass—step-daughter's stare making her freeze. 'Everything okay?' Jasmine murmurs. Georgia echoes it, all mocking. Brett clears her throat. 'Just checking if you want your posterior done, especially with her watching.' Jasmine chuckles. 'Go for it. Doesn't faze me.' Brett dives back in. Georgia locks eyes with Jasmine—curiosity at first, then Georgia bites her lip, licks it slow and sultry. Jasmine's grin turns wicked, soaking up the vibe while Brett massages on, clueless. Georgia sneaks up from her seat, inching closer. Brett spots it, fires a warning look. Georgia beams innocence. While Brett chats with Jasmine, Georgia whips out her phone and snaps a pic. Brett's jaw drops. 'What the fuck? That's a total privacy no-no!' Georgia giggles. 'Just for my report on the day. Relax.' She pockets it, adding, 'Jasmine doesn't care.' Brett glares at her client, who laughs and shrugs. 'Nope, I'm cool with it.' Jasmine pipes up. 'Hey, why not show Georgia some moves? Hands-on learning's the best.' Brett's catching the flirty glances zipping between them now, face heating up. She's pissed, wants to stay pro, but they're ganging up, pushing for Georgia to join. 'No dice—she's untrained,' Brett protests. But customer comes first, so she caves. Brett bites back her snark, grabs Georgia's hands, guides them over Jasmine's back—nice and clinical. But Georgia twists it dirty, strokes turning all sensual. Brett's mortified, hissing for professionalism. Jasmine eggs her on. 'Ooh, right there! Go lower if you dare...' Georgia shoots Brett a cheeky grin, beaming like she owns the place. Brett's ripping apart inside, especially with the heat building between Jasmine and Georgia. Then she catches Georgia's fingers slipping into Jasmine's pussy—total freakout. 'Oh god, I'm so sorry!' Jasmine moans. 'Don't be. Love it. Jump in, Brett.' Brett hesitates, Georgia right there complicating shit, but Jasmine pulls her in with a hot, teasing kiss. Georgia leans for one too—Brett dives in for seconds before her brain screams 'step-daughter!' She yanks back, shocked, but a little nudge gets her hooked again. Cue the steamy threesome. Brett finally chills, melting under their touches and tongues. They swap turns devouring each other's pussies, slick and wild. Brett discovers the rush of tribbing with Georgia until she shatters in orgasm. What was meant to school Georgia? Turns out, Brett's the one who got schooled—in the hottest way.