Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Brett scrambles to get her shoes on, eyes darting like she expects to get busted. Just as she turns for the door, Georgia steps out from behind and asks where the hell she thinks she's going. Georgia's smirking—she knows it's Bring Your Daughter To Work Day, knows Brett was trying to ditch her. Brett fumbles through a lie, then gives up and looks her step-daughter up and down, questioning the outfit. Georgia shrugs, offers to change, but adds they'd be late. Brett exhales, says fine, and the two of them head out. Inside the parlor, Georgia touches everything in reach. Brett orders her to the corner and stay put; a client's coming any minute. Georgia sits, but the grin says trouble's brewing. When Jasmine walks in, Brett flips on her professional smile and asks if it's all right that Georgia's shadowing her. Jasmine says it's cool and looks Georgia over. Georgia nods back, already giving Jasmine a slow once-over. Brett steers Jasmine toward the table, towel in hand, and offers the bathroom for undressing. Jasmine stays put, strips right there. Brett lifts the towel to shield Georgia's view, glaring at her. When Jasmine lies down on her stomach, Brett asks once more about the towel. Jasmine says no need. Brett starts the massage, working Jasmine loose. Georgia leans forward, watching every stroke. Brett hesitates over Jasmine's ass; Jasmine asks what's wrong, and Georgia echoes it. Brett mutters about boundaries. Jasmine tells her to keep going, doesn't mind an audience. Georgia catches Jasmine's eye and slowly drags her tongue across her lower lip. Jasmine grins. Georgia slips closer. Brett shoots her a warning look. While Brett chats with Jasmine, Georgia snaps a photo. Brett spins, furious, calls it a breach of privacy. Georgia laughs, claims it's for her school report. Jasmine just shrugs and says she doesn't care. Jasmine suggests Brett show Georgia a few moves, learn by doing. Brett's face tightens—she sees the looks they're trading—but customer service wins. She guides Georgia's hands over Jasmine's back, correcting every obvious caress. Jasmine moans louder on purpose, eggs Georgia lower, and Brett's cheeks burn. When Georgia's fingers slide between Jasmine's legs, Brett pulls back, stammering apologies. Jasmine tells her it's fine—wants Brett in on it too. Jasmine leans up and kisses her, soft and coaxing. Brett answers for a beat, then freezes when Georgia moves in. After a second of shock, she gives in. They tangle together on the table—hands, mouths, slick skin. Brett ends up on her back, Georgia grinding on her until she comes hard, shaking, learning something she never expected to learn at work.