The Landlord

The lock clicked shut on the massage parlor door. Nikki arrived with papers in her hand and bad news. "Rent is weeks past due." Asa looked up from the cleaning cart. She offered another week. Nikki shook her head. Asa countered. One free massage. Trade it for time. Nikki stared at her, then nodded and stripped where she stood. Nikki climbed naked onto the table, facedown. Asa poured warm oil across her shoulders and worked it down her back, thumbs pressing tight muscle. She moved lower, sliding oil over the soft rise of Nikki’s ass. Then she bent forward and kissed the open lips between Nikki’s thighs. Nikki flinched, a soft gasp leaving her mouth, but she didn’t pull away. Asa climbed up, knees straddling Nikki’s head, and lowered her own slick pussy onto Nikki’s lips. The 69 formed quick. Asa licked slow at first, tongue flicking Nikki’s swollen clit. Nikki answered with her own mouth, licking and sucking while two fingers pushed deep into Asa. Their hips rocked together in quiet rhythm. Nikki’s thighs trembled. Asa’s tongue and fingers never stopped. When Nikki came she cried out, legs locking tight around Asa’s shoulders, a sudden rush of wetness coating Asa’s tongue. She went silent and limp, muscles slack. Later, while Nikki dressed, she slipped the rent papers back into her bag without a word. Asa watched her go, bare feet still tacky with oil on the floor.