I'll Change Your Mind, You'll See

Lulu Chu and Hime Marie lounge together, talking massages. Lulu swears by them. Hime wants nothing to do with them: strangers' hands, the fake music, the wasted cash. Lulu offers herself instead. A little teasing back and forth, and Hime drops her towel and stretches out face-down on the sheets. Lulu warms a drizzle of oil in her palms and starts working. She moves in slow, firm circles over Hime's shoulders, then lower, slick fingers tracing the dip of her spine, sliding across the tight swell of her ass. Every stroke sinks deeper, slides farther, until the sheet is pushed aside and there's nothing between skin and skin. Hime's breath turns ragged. She pushes her hips back without thinking, chasing the press of those hands. Lulu leans close, lips brushing Hime's ear. "Want me to finish you right?" Hime answers with a quiet, desperate sound. Lulu smiles, oil-slick palm sliding lower between Hime's parted thighs, and finishes what she started.