Just Relax

Jenna Sativa pulls up to a polished house and sits in her car, fielding yet another call about her student loans. Numbers spin through her head as she hangs up. She grabs her table and steps inside. Inside, recognition hits her hard—Alexis, the blonde from that reality show, watches her from the foyer. Jenna sets up, oil warming between her palms. Alexis lies facedown, skin bare, already sighing with impatience. She tells Jenna the pressure is weak, asks if she’s even trained. Jenna’s hands falter, then stop. Heat rises in her chest and she snaps, voice cutting through the quiet room. Alexis jerks upright, stunned into silence, then mutters an apology and settles again. Jenna works in focused strokes until Alexis’ muscles soften under her touch. When the session ends, Alexis peels off several large bills and asks if Jenna can come regularly. Jenna stares at the money, tension snapping inside her like a rubber band. She surges forward and kisses Alexis hard, tongue sliding past parted lips. Alexis answers with a soft sound, hands already sliding down Jenna’s back. Jenna’s clothes fall fast. Her mouth travels lower, tasting the expensive lotion on Alexis’ breasts, then lower still until Alexis spreads for her on the sheets. Fingers slick with oil, Jenna pushes inside, curling deep. Alexis moans and grinds against her palm while Jenna sucks at the flushed skin above her hip. Every thrust pulls another broken sound from the star until Alexis comes with a sharp cry, hips jerking. Jenna stays between her thighs, licking slow until Alexis tugs her up for another kiss, already reaching for more.