Bolstering Our Business

Jayden walked in. 'We have competition. They use bolsters.' She didn't waste time trying to convince Michele, just kept talking. 'She pressed this thing right under my hips, lifted my ass up. Focused every stroke there. Felt incredible.' Michele shifted in her seat, paying attention now. Jayden suggested a demonstration. Michele said yes for research. Michele stripped naked while Jayden watched her without shame. She noticed every curve, how Michele's body moved. Michele got onto the table face down. Jayden slid the bolster under her pelvis, lifting that round ass into the air. Her hands worked deep, slow circles over those cheeks, knuckles digging where she knew it would count. Michele kept offering suggestions. Jayden shut her down gently, told her to relax and let the expert handle it. Michele murmured an apology and shut up. Then Michele's breathing changed. Her thighs parted. She admitted it, voice tight: customers would get aroused. Jayden saw the opening. She let her fingers slip lower, trailed them between Michele's legs until they met wet heat. Michele gasped when Jayden pushed inside, slick, deliberate, a single smooth thrust. No more talk of business. Michele pushed back, asking for more without saying it.