Pyramid Team

Kristen Scott’s spa smells of eucalyptus and warm oil. She’s just finished her shift when Angela White, her district manager, walks in with fresh samples and a tablet. Angela’s blouse clings to the heavy, natural curves of her breasts; ink curls over her skin like private invitations. She studies the spreadsheet, then gives a low whistle. Kristen’s sales are up. She stands straighter, proud, nipples tightening under the thin cotton of her uniform. Angela nods, then frowns at the next column. Nuru-gel numbers are weak—only a handful of tubes moved. She mentions Amber, the new rep who moves product like wildfire, and the words hang like a threat. Kristen’s stomach drops. She blurts that she’s fully committed, that she can learn. Angela lifts an eyebrow. “Show me.” Kristen swallows, then offers a demonstration: she’ll work the gel into Angela right now. Angela’s mouth curves. “Start with a shower.” Hot water beads on Angela’s tattooed shoulders while Kristen’s hands glide over slick skin, tracing every curve, cupping the full weight of those natural tits. They move to the table, bodies gleaming under thick, clear gel. Angela takes over, strong fingers pressing Kristen open, spreading her until every fold glistens. Their hips find a slick rhythm—tribbing, slow and deliberate—until Angela slides two fingers deep inside Kristen and curls them. Kristen’s back arches; she answers by burying her face between Angela’s thighs, tongue working in tight circles while Angela keeps pumping. The air fills with wet sounds and soft, urgent cries. Angela comes first, thighs clamping around Kristen’s head, then drives Kristen over the edge with a final, steady thrust that leaves them both shaking and spent on the gel-slick table.