Bolstering Our Business

Jayden Cole walks into the treatment room still flushed from what she saw next door. "You won't believe what they're doing over there," she tells Michele James. Bolsters. Placed just right beneath the hips so every stroke lands deeper. She keeps talking while her hands trace the air, painting the picture, and soon Michele's shoulders drop and her eyes go softer. Jayden offers a demonstration. Michele strips without hesitation; her full breasts sway as she climbs onto the table and settles onto the firm cushion. Jayden works slowly, spreading warm oil across Michele's back, then lower, until her palms cup the curve of each cheek and part them. Michele murmurs suggestions, but Jayden hushes her with a light press of fingers between her thighs. When those fingers slip inside, slick and certain, Michele gasps and pushes back for more. They lock eyes, both breathing harder, and the decision is made without a word: bolsters stay.