Health Club

Poor Lexi. Her boss ripped away the soft chair and forced her onto that rigid wood that drilled into her spine. By lunch her ass was completely numb. Lena slid in beside her with a low promise: she knew a technique that would fix it. In the quiet massage room Lena watched her strip, gaze fixed on the curve of her buttocks while Lexi folded her clothes, blind to the heat behind Lena’s eyes. The massage began slow and deep, elbows dragging long lines across tight muscle, fingertips prying the soreness loose. Lexi exhaled in relief until one finger drifted lower, tracing the slick seam between her lips with a touch so light it felt accidental. Lena pressed again, bolder now, then undressed in a rush and dropped onto her, bare skin sliding against bare skin. Lexi flinched. Lena hushed her, breath hot against her ear. “Healing, remember?” Her hand slipped between them again, knuckles parting the swollen folds as though it were still part of the treatment. Lexi shivered, unsure whether the next move was to stop her or open wider.