You're The Boss!

Veronica Valentine started at the massage parlor fresh, and her first day already hummed with promise. Kenzie Taylor, the owner, caught her at the front desk. 'Everything going smoothly?' she asked. Veronica beamed. 'Better than I hoped, honestly.' Kenzie smiled, then leaned in. 'Good. I need a favor.' 'Anything. You're the boss.' They headed downstairs. The parlor glowed warm under dim lamps, oils gleaming on wooden counters. Kenzie closed the door behind them. 'I want to test a new technique, and I need a body. Yours, if you're willing.' Veronica stripped without hesitation. She stretched out on the table, skin bare to the cool air, nipples tightening. Kenzie's palms found her shoulders, pressed deep, glided down the slope of her back. The pressure melted tension into something softer, heavier. Veronica exhaled slow, eyes half-closed. Fingers drifted lower. They slipped between her thighs and stroked wet folds, slow circles over her clit. Veronica's breath caught. 'Is that part of the massage?' she asked, voice thin. Kenzie kept her hand moving, firm and deliberate. 'It will be. Only if you want it.' The idea sent a rush through her. Veronica nodded, hips tilting up, offering herself. Kenzie took the invitation—two fingers sliding inside her, curling, pumping. Her tongue followed, hot and wet, lapping at the swollen bud while her knuckles worked deeper. Veronica's back arched, thighs shaking. She felt the shift when Kenzie climbed onto the table. Bodies pressed, slick skin against slick skin. Kenzie ground down in long, rolling strokes, clits catching with each pass. The friction built sharp and wet, every drag pulling a whimper from Veronica's throat. She came hard, clutching Kenzie's hips, thighs locked around her. Panting, Veronica sat up and pulled Kenzie beneath her. She wanted to return the favor, wanted to taste the same pleasure she'd just swallowed. Her mouth found Kenzie's cunt, tongue stroking, sucking. Kenzie's fingers curled in her hair, urging her on. Veronica licked and sucked until Kenzie's hips bucked and a cry tore loose. Afterward they lay tangled, sweat cooling on skin, the new technique judged a success.