Like Mom, Like Daughter

Mindi Mink built her parlor from the floor up, careful not to leave a single client behind. Now she wants Shyla Jennings, her stepdaughter, to learn the craft and keep it alive. The moment Shyla walks in she freezes, her mother's outfit nothing but a sheer slip of lace hugging every curve. Shyla takes out her stiff cotton uniform; Mindi laughs and shakes her head. She offers matching bra and panties instead, asking the younger woman to strip while she steps out. When she returns, Mindi's breath catches at how the silk clings to Shyla's wet skin and the faint outline of hard nipples beneath the bra. She leads her to the shower, reminding her that every client must be clean before the Nuru gel meets bare flesh. Under the hot spray, hands soaping one another's bodies, shivers turn to strokes, kisses turn fevered, mouths meeting with open desire. They drip their way to the covered mat. Shyla pours the thick gel across her stepmother's back and glides over her slowly, sliding skin on skin. Every deliberate drag and press drags groans from Mindi's throat. Within minutes Mindi arches, soaking the mat, every muscle trembling. She catches her breath and smiles: her stepdaughter came in green and came out assured, a full-blooded masseuse eager for tomorrow's roster.