Sisterly Rivalry

Gianna Gem struts into that massage parlor, nerves buzzing like a live wire but her eyes sparkling with that hungry excitement. She spots Mick Blue behind the counter, the big-shot manager, and flashes him a quick hello. Boom—door swings open again, and in walks her step-sister Eliza Ibarra, all curves and confidence. The girls lock eyes, jaws dropping. 'What the hell are you doing here?' Gianna blurts. 'What the hell are YOU doing here?' Eliza fires back. Gianna's face twists when she hears Eliza's gunning for the exact same gig. Mick rubs the back of his neck, muttering a sorry for double-booking their interviews like some rookie screw-up. 'So, who's up first?' he asks. The sisters snipe at each other, voices sharp as knives, until Mick cuts in with a sly grin: why not team up for a joint audition? They shoot daggers at one another but trail him into the massage room anyway. Mick lays it out straight—no bullshit. Thanks for coming, ladies, but only one masseuse spot's open. Gianna launches into her resume rap, all puffed up, but Eliza cuts her off like a pro. 'Why talk when we can show? Let's massage the man right here.' Mick chuckles, nodding at Eliza's gutsy vibe, which twists the knife in Gianna's gut, leaving her fidgeting. He offers to grab a client, but Eliza's smirk widens. 'Nah, massage you instead—make it personal.' Mick hesitates, eyes flicking to Gianna. 'You game?' She plasters on a fake-ass smile, nodding like she's got this. They peel off their clothes, and Gianna's all awkward, cheeks flushing under Eliza's gaze. 'Chill, sis—we're both legal at 18. What's the big deal? Masseuses see naked bodies 24/7. Get over it or kiss the job goodbye.' Mick stretches out on the mat, and Eliza grabs the oil, drizzling it over his ripped frame before her hands dive in, gliding smooth. Gianna hovers, arms crossed, itching for her shot. Eliza ramps it up, sliding her slick body all over him like she's owning the room. Gianna can't hold back—snarky jabs fly from the edge: 'Taking your sweet time, huh?' Fed up, Gianna shoves Eliza aside with a hip check and takes over, her oiled skin pressing into Mick's, grinding with attitude. Eliza lobs comebacks from the side, words stinging like bee stings. 'My turn to shine now,' they say in sync, and Mick flips onto his back. Eliza pounces, body-sliding across his chest and down, tits and hips teasing every inch. Eliza's not done stacking the deck—she leans in close, whispering she'll cap it off with a happy ending, if the joint's cool with that. Mick's brow furrows like he's pissed, but then his grin breaks wide. 'Hell yeah, we do—keep it on the down-low.' The instant those words drop, Gianna lunges forward. 'Me too! I'll stroke you off if it seals the deal.' Before you know it, both sisters' hands wrap around Mick's throbbing cock, pumping in tandem. Hey, a dash of sisterly rivalry never hurt anyone—especially when it's this damn hot.