The Bartender

Darcie Dolce leaves her uniform behind after snapping at her boss. Walking into the all-girl spa with her bust hanging loose under her coat, she books on impulse. Maddy O'Reilly studies the new body in front of her, curves straining a too-small top. She feels the twitch between her thighs before she even touches her. The door shuts. Darcie hesitates at her thong, fingers hooked on lace, but Maddy’s calm gaze eases the fabric off. Naked now, Darcie stretches flat on her belly. Maddy’s slick palms work the shoulder blades, then glide lower until tension drains out in slow, wet slides. When Darcie rolls onto her back, heavy breasts settle, nipples already tight. Maddy cups them, thumbs circling until the brunette sighs. Her fingers trail lower, warming thighs, parting them under soft pressure. Darcie never notices how close the masseuse leans. Oil has vanished. In its place, Maddy’s warm spit gleams across smooth folds. The sudden slick touch makes Darcie lift her head. She asks the question, voice shaky, and Maddy answers by dragging her tongue the length of that soaked cunt, slow circles pressing deeper, tasting every swollen ridge. Darcie’s thighs quiver; then the banked frustration floods out in hard spasms around Maddy’s mouth. Panting, Darcie pushes the redhead onto the table and returns the favor, licking broad strokes that curl Maddy open until her legs shake. Finally the two women press cunt to cunt, rocking together in lazy, wet friction, thighs gleaming and breaths meeting as the massage table creaks beneath them.