Feng Shui Your Pain Away

Emily steps into the parlor. Victoria sizes her up with a half-smile. "Anything you need me to tweak before we start?" Emily scans the room and nods at the table. "That thing is killing the vibe. Moves if you kick it hard enough?" She grabs a corner and shoves. Something pops in her lower back. "Shit!" The yelp cuts the air like a blade. Victoria is already beside her, gripping Emily’s shoulders. "Easy. Let’s see what broke." She doesn’t give her time to think, steering her toward the real table like a drunk date through a dark club. "Undress," she says. Emily obeys, shedding clothes while the heat flares low in her spine. Victoria’s fingertips trace the ridges of muscle, greedy and clinical at the same time. She grunts at nothing. "Need skin on skin. Lie down." Emily stretches out, bare and gleaming under oil-slick hands. Victoria skates up the glutes and pauses. Emily lifts her head. "That part’s acting up too?" "Sacral center’s jammed. Got to rub it loose." She slips two fingers lower, parting slick folds, and Emily’s moan slips out before she can close her lips around it. The next sound comes from Emily rolling onto her back, nipples tight, pelvis tilted like an open invitation. Victoria flattens a palm just below the sternum. "Still a knot here, but we’ll fix that next." Her other palm slides between Emily’s legs again. The wet sound fills the small room. Emily breathes faster, already trembling. Victoria slides down, tongue first, and Emily learns exactly how many nerve centers a single mouth can wake.