Rebound Masseuse

Kasey snaps at him once more. His voice cracks through the phone, brittle with judgment, calling her boring in bed. She hangs up without ceremony. Tara walks in and Kasey's smile breaks the tension like it was never there. "Don't worry about it," she says, cool and light. "Come in." She watches Tara undress. Every slow peel of clothing feels earned. Tara settles on the table. Kasey moves behind her, pouring oil with lazy confidence. Most of it lands on skin, but a hot rivulet slides straight down the fabric clinging between Tara's thighs. "Oops," Kasey murmurs, not sorry at all. She strips the panties away before Tara can speak. Hands glide over her ass with deliberate strokes. Tara shifts, uneasy. "Turn over," Kasey says. When her palms brush over breasts, Tara startles, eyes wide. "Is that... appropriate?" she asks. Kasey's fingers don't pause. They trace lower. Slick, teasing, insistent. Tara's breath shifts. Her thighs part just enough. Pleasure begins to edge out doubt.