Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Brett’s hands shake as she jams on her shoes, head whipping around like she’s late for a fucking crime scene. Almost clear of the house when Georgia’s voice nails her in the back. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Stepdaughter knows every inch of the scam: Bring Your Daughter to Work Day, paperwork due, no escape. Brett spits out a limp lie, kills it two seconds later, eyes sliding down Georgia’s outfit like day-old roadkill. “You showing up to my job in that?” Georgia smirks, happy to strip again if Mom insists, only they’ll both be late. Brett exhales through her teeth and drags her out the door. Inside the parlor Georgia paws at everything with sticky fingers. Brett hisses her into the corner chair. “Sit. Don’t move. Client’s coming.” Georgia drops, still grinning like a loaded gun. First knock: Jasmine Jae breezes in. Brett’s face flips to customer-service sunshine. Jasmine spots the girl in the corner. “Yours?” Brett nods fast, mutters something about shadowing for school. Jasmine shrugs, says it’s cool, Georgia replies with a wolfish once-over. Jasmine strips bare in the open. Brett lunges with a towel to shield the view. Georgia leans forward, eyebrows high, enjoying the show. On the table Jasmine waves the towel away, lies prone, skin gleaming. Brett’s palms hesitate above the client’s ass—her kid watching—then Jasmine asks what’s wrong and Georgia parrots it. Heat crawls Brett’s spine. She presses on, working down the spine, trying to stay professional. Georgia and Jasmine lock eyes; Georgia drags her tongue across her bottom lip. Jasmine’s smile widens. Phone out. Click. Flash. Brett spins, furious. Georgia swears it’s for the report, still laughing. Jasmine shrugs: “I don’t mind.” The client then pouts, teasing Brett to let Georgia practice. Georgia’s fingers already snake too low, slicking across Jasmine’s slit. Brett gasps an apology. Jasmine grabs her wrist, pulls her down for a slow, filthy kiss. Brett moans, then jerks when Georgia’s mouth brushes hers. The three bodies tangle—tongues, fingers, wet heat—until Brett’s coming hard under her stepdaughter’s grinding cunt, shocked, soaked, and finally learning something she never planned on teaching.