Breaking In The New Girl

Karlie Montana never planned to show up alone, but the empty spa room feels like the perfect place to ruin someone else's night. She strips with clipped, deliberate motions, nothing pretty about it, anger rolling off her bare skin. Megan Rain hovers in the doorway, fresh uniform already damp under the arms, eyes flicking between Karlie's scowl and the massage table. No small talk. Karlie folds facedown, hips up, and snaps, "Start with my ass." Megan's fingers tremble as they slip between strong cheeks, oil cool against heat. Karlie drags the command lower: "Boots next, and my feet." Megan fumbles the massage until Karlie twists onto her back. She opens her thighs, light catching on the trimmed strip above her sex. "Fingers only—run them up those lips, circle the clit." Megan obeys, drawing wet streaks across swollen skin, and the older woman's breath hisses through her teeth. "Mouth now." Megan lowers, tongue hesitant until Karlie's palm meets the back of her skull and pushes her deeper. Hips roll, thighs tighten, climax tears from her in short, filthy pulses. Megan surfaces with spit and slick on her chin; Karlie still holds her in place. "Clean up and go clock out," she says, lips curved. "Tell them I was satisfied." Megan retreats. Karlie reaches for her clothes, phone already lighting up with two fresh messages from another thread. She smiles at nothing in particular and lets the robe fall closed around her cooling body.