Last-Minute Switch

At the front desk Lucas sighed, flexing his tired shoulders. "I swear, this next one always wants more than a back rub." Reena laughed, pouring two coffees. "Trade? God, I'd kill for a hot girl begging for it." He shook his head. "There's only so much of me, and my girlfriend’s already jealous." Just then Judy Jolie breezed in—sun-kissed skin, see-through top, confidence humming like a live wire. Lucas showed her to the back, telling her to undress privately. Instead she peeled her top off, breasts high and bare. He slipped out, found Reena, almost panicked. "Please. She never stops. Take the table?" She hesitated—client anger worries—until he promised the girl was scorching. The offer won her. Reena entered. Judy lay facedown, towel low across her ass. At the first slow stroke, a hungry little moan slipped out, then another, soft words coaxing Reena’s fingers farther down her spine. Every knead drew hotter sounds from her throat. Too soon, Judy rolled—sudden, surprised—eyes going wide at Reena. Panic clicked into place, Reena, offering a hurried lie. Judy blinked, irritated—until Reena’s cool fingertips slid lower again and a different note of curiosity replaced the anger. She stayed quiet long enough for Reena’s mouth to find that waiting heat. Soon moans grew deeper, hips bucking. Judy’s shyness melted, tongue eager to taste back, bodies tangled in slick 69 until nothing about men crossed either of their minds.