Stripped Of Inhibitions

Nina never planned on mixing work with the club, but here was Lexi on her table, bare back rising with each breath. The moment the towel slipped, Nina let her hands wander lower. Lexi arched into the touch, nipples stiff against the sheet, small silver rings catching the light. Nina circled one with slick fingers, rolled it, tugged once. A soft gasp told her the rules had changed. She slid down, tracing the dip of Lexi’s spine until her hand cupped the curve of her ass, spreading her open. Lexi was wet already, slick warmth coating Nina’s fingertips as she stroked her slit, pressing the heel of her palm against her clit. Lexi rocked back, hungry for more. Nina pushed two fingers inside, slow, curling them until Lexi’s breath stuttered and her thighs trembled. The massage oil mixed with Lexi’s own sweetness, making each thrust smooth, obscene. Nina’s wrist flexed, steady, while her free hand kept teasing a pierced nipple, twisting just hard enough to draw a moan. Lexi came with a sharp cry, cunt pulsing around Nina’s fingers, hips grinding down until the tremors eased. Nina eased out, wiped her hand on her own thigh, already undone by the sight of the woman she saw every night at the club, undone on her table.