Salon Encounter

Alexa Grace stands behind Karlee Grey with scissors in hand. They swap stories about the same men, the same broken promises. Alexa admits she sometimes wishes a woman would just cut through the mess. They talk about what they want between the sheets. Teeth marks on skin. A hand wound tight in hair. Alexa tugs Karlee's dark strands on purpose and catches the spark in her eyes. "Sorry, knot," Alexa says. They both smile at the lie. Karlee whispers that she liked it anyway. Alexa spins the chair, drops into her lap. "If you like something, I serve." Her mouth finds Karlee's neck. Karlee stiffens, caught off guard in her own salon chair. Alexa kisses harder. Resistance melts. Tongues slide hot and greedy. Fingers pinch and squeeze. Teeth graze stiff nipples, gentle then rough, just the way they both crave. Alexa peels Karlee's pants down. The air shifts. They strip in slow pulls and shivers, lips never far from skin. Alexa takes her first lick between Karlee's legs and Karlee answers with her own tongue. They trade turns, mouths full, fingers pushing deep. Later they climb higher, asses spread, tasting each other there too. Two women tangled in chrome and leather. Boys can wait.