Massage Student

Erin Everheart's been busting her ass, kneading dough—I mean, clients—to clock those required hours and snag her masseuse certification. She's poured in the sweat, and bam, only one left. But the jerk flakes last second. No way she's letting that derail her win. So, she hits up her roommate and bestie, Rebecca Vanguard, with those puppy eyes and a killer pitch. Rebecca's deep in this page-turner, totally zoned out, but Erin's got that silver tongue. A little wheedling, a dash of charm, and Rebecca caves with a grin. 'Fine, you win, but make it good.' Off come the clothes. Rebecca stretches out on her belly, all bare and ready. Erin dives in, fingers digging into those tight knots in Rebecca's back and shoulders like a pro. Rebecca lets out a low hum. 'Damn, girl, you're a natural.' Erin's just warming up, smirking as she slides down to those juicy glutes, working them deep and slow. Rebecca's toes curl—hell yeah, impressed doesn't cover it. 'Flip for me,' Erin says, voice all smooth command. Rebecca rolls over, exposing everything. Erin's hands roam the front now, zeroing in on those perky breasts, thumbs circling nipples that perk right up. Rebecca's breathing hitches, cheeks flushing hot. Erin's eyes lock on, spotting the slick evidence of arousal between those thighs. 'Wanna crank this up a notch?' Erin teases, cocky as hell. Rebecca's nod is instant, eager as sin. Game on.