Double The Hands, Half The Time

Emma Hix and Anna Claire Clouds hustle around the massage room, fluffing towels and dimming the lights for Queenie Sateen's session. Queenie bursts in, all business, and declares she's slashing her appointment in half—new promotion's got her chained to her desk. The girls exchange looks; they've noticed this pattern since her big break. 'Girl, you're skipping the good stuff,' Emma says, her voice laced with that knowing smirk. 'Massages melt away the chaos, and you're dodging it.' Anna nods, adding, 'Yeah, why burn out when you could unwind?' Queenie shrugs it off with a grin—appreciates the worry, but her corner office demands blood, sweat, and zero chill time. Still, the duo won't quit. 'What if we team up?' Emma proposes, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Double the hands, half the clock—you get the full bliss in record time.' Queenie pauses, then flashes a sly smile. Deal. She peels off her clothes, sliding naked onto the table, skin glowing under the soft lights. Emma and Anna dive in, four skilled hands gliding over her back, kneading knots with firm, teasing strokes. As they work, they nudge her to spill: that promotion's a gilded cage, huh? Queenie sighs, the truth bubbling up—she hates the grind, the endless hustle. Screw it, she thinks. Stay the full hour. The vibe shifts, sensual waves rolling through every touch—fingers tracing curves, thumbs pressing deep into her hips, her thighs parting just a bit. Emma leans in close, breath hot on her ear. 'Tension from that job? It'll take ages to shake completely.' Anna chuckles, her palm sliding lower. 'But we've got a special trick to speed things up—naughty, hands-on relief that'll have you screaming for more.'