The New Trainee

Mia Leilani always requests the double treatment when she books. Two pairs of hands instead of one, twice the pressure, twice the slick glide across her oiled skin. The head therapist says the new hire needs hands-on practice, and Mia doesn't mind the tutorial running across her back, her thighs, the curve under each breast. Both women move deliberately. Fingers press, roll, drag oil in long strokes until her muscles give and she exhales into the cradle of her arms. The taller one drips more oil across the top of Mia's glutes. It slides warm down the cleft, and that's when the new girl hesitates. The head therapist doesn't. She palms Mia open and lowers her mouth, tongue sliding in slow, wet laps that press and flick and finally push inside. Mia jerks once, then settles again with a small, satisfied sound. Her hips lift just enough to meet each lick. The trainee freezes, breath caught behind her teeth, until the older woman's hand finds her wrist and guides it between Mia's thighs. Slick fingers meet slick skin. Mia is already swollen, already rocking into the touch. Confusion cracks, then breaks; the new girl adds her fingers alongside a warm tongue and finds the rhythm. Mia's toes curl against the sheet. Two mouths, four hands, one continuous moan as the lesson continues deeper.