The Hidden Touch

Kat Dior unboxed a slim vibrator with Bluetooth remote and showed it to Christie Stevens. Christie smiled and suggested they plant it inside their next client. Nikki Knightly walked in, complaining about lower-back pain from shopping. They offered her a four-hand deal and Nikki, shy but sore, accepted. She stripped and lay prone. Warm oil glistened across her skin. Kat worked her shoulders, Christie her thighs. When they touched a tight knot near her sacrum, Christie slipped the buzzing toy in like lube, telling her it was a chakra wand meant to open her from the inside. Nikki barely registered the little weight—until Christie thumbed the switch. The buzz unfurled deep in her belly and licked upward. Kat pinched her nipples through the oil while Christie eased her onto her back. The toy hummed harder. Nikki gasped when Kat’s mouth closed over her breast; Christie slid the vibrator out and replaced it with her tongue. Pleasure stabbed through Nikki’s untouched cunt, and she jerked so violently her heel slipped off the table. The two masseuses shed their uniforms. Christie crawled between Nikki’s legs again. Kat straddled Nikki’s face. Sweet heat pressed against her lips and she tasted another woman for the first time. Kat rocked slow. Christie sucked tight, hungry pulses on Nikki’s clit. When Nikki came she screamed into Kat’s cunt and soaked the sheet. They reshuffled: Christie on her back, Kat above her mouth, Nikki licking Christie in hungry circles. Kat squeezed her own nipples. Christie bucked and swore into Kat’s folds. Then Kat took Nikki’s place, tasting her, while Christie rimmed her asshole and crooked two fingers inside. Nikki stiffened, thighs trembling, then Kat drank her until she thrashed. Finally Nikki tongue-fucked Christie’s ass. Christie cried out and pulsed, Kat’s mouth sealed to Nikki’s cunt, the room slick with sweat, oil, and staggered moans.