Well, This Is Awkward...

Nicole Aria struts into her massage appointment, all relaxed and ready. But surprise—she's face-to-face with Bella Rolland, her smoking hot ex-girlfriend. Bella's eyes widen, but she plays it cool, offering to swap out so shit doesn't get weird. She calls in her straight-laced coworker Kenna James to take over. Kenna grins, no hesitation, totally down to slide in and rub Nicole the right way. Smooth as hell, they introduce Kenna in that cozy private room, and Nicole peels off her clothes without a second thought. Kenna gets to work, hands gliding over every curve. Out in the lobby, Bella's behind the desk, faking professionalism like a pro. But jealousy hits her like a freight train. She cooks up some bullshit excuse to snoop, creeping up to the door and cracking it just enough to spy. Nicole and Kenna don't have a clue. Kenna's hands move slow, teasing every inch of Nicole's skin, sensual as sin. Bella's glued to the view, heat building fast—she can't help it, fingers slipping under her waistband, stroking herself while she watches them get all steamy. Things heat up inside. Nicole starts flirting hard, compliments flying like sparks. Kenna's caught off guard but damn, she digs it. 'Maybe I'm not as straight as I thought,' she smirks to herself. Nicole catches that vibe and offers, 'Want me to show you?' Boom—they're locked in a hungry makeout, lips crashing. But then Bella bursts in like a jealous storm, yelling, 'Hey, that should be me fucking her!' Nicole and Kenna jump, shocked as hell. Bella's still hung up on Nicole, face burning with want. No drama lasts long here. Threesome it is—the perfect fix. Clothes fly off, bodies baring it all. They claim that massage table like it's theirs, tongues diving in, fingers exploring every wet, needy spot. Tasting, touching, no holding back. Awkwardness? Kiss it goodbye—they're all in deep now.