Practice Makes Perfect

Mindy watches Liv tidy the room, lips curved like she already knows how this day ends. The girl moves with quiet focus, folding towels, straightening oils. When she finally asks how she can please their female clients, Mindy doesn’t waste a second. “On me,” she says. “Right now.” Mindy peels off her clothes, lies belly-down on the table. Liv’s hands are confident, warm, working the muscles along her spine. Mindy praises her, tells her to go lower. Before the flip, Liv slides straight to Mindy’s ass, kneading deep, unafraid to claim the flesh. Mindy exhales, spreads her thighs an inch farther. When she rolls onto her back, Liv’s palms glide over her stomach, then stall. Mindy catches both wrists, guides them to her breasts, the oiled nipples hardening under Liv’s thumbs. “Don’t stop,” she murmurs, voice thick. She pushes Liv’s slick hands between her thighs next. Liv’s breath stutters. “It’s what they want,” Mindy explains, hips lifting into the touch. She slides off the table, orders Liv up in her place. Reluctant fingers fumble at buttons, but Mindy strips her bare anyway. The moment Liv lies down, Mindy parts her legs and presses her mouth there, tongue slick and deliberate. Liv arches, hand flying to Mindy’s hair, and knows the lesson will stick.