Thanks, But No Thanks

Mariah stepped into the spa expecting the usual female masseuse. Instead she found Briana, soft curves wrapped in a short white robe, eyes that promised trouble. The shower came first. Steam clung to their skin. Briana’s palms slid over Mariah’s shoulders, then lower, fingers tracing the curve of her waist until her nipples tightened under the heat. Mariah felt herself grow slick between the thighs. On the massage table warm oil pooled between her breasts. Briana pressed and circled, thumbs grazing nipples, palms smoothing slick heat until every breath came shorter. Mariah rolled onto her stomach, lifted her hips, and grinned at the door. “He can keep the gift certificate,” she whispered. “We’re done here.” They walked naked to the private bedroom and left the boyfriend behind.