Employee Discount

Jenna checked the clock. Gia should’ve been here ten minutes ago. Same Gia who showed up early every damn day, always with that sweet smile and coffee for Jenna. Now she was just late. The kind of late that made Jenna’s stomach twist in ways she didn’t want to name. The bell over the door finally jingled. Gia limped in, one hand gripping her ass like she could hold the pain in. Jenna’s worry crashed into something hotter. “I slipped on the damn steps,” Gia said, voice tight. “It hurts so bad. Can you help me? Please? A free massage? Just this once?” Jenna’s pulse kicked. Company policy said no. Gia already used her monthly freebie. But policy never felt this thick in her throat. “I can give you my massage,” Jenna said, low. “But we do it different.” The words came out edged, teasing. Gia didn’t even hesitate. She stripped fast, wincing when the fabric dragged over bruised skin, too horny for relief to care what ‘different’ meant. Jenna slid the bolster under Gia’s hips, angling that perfect ass high. Her palms dug in, thumbs working deep into muscle. Every stroke pulled small sounds from Gia’s throat—sounds that weren’t just pain. Heat pooled low in Jenna’s belly. She knew exactly what she wanted next. Nuru. Skin to skin, slick with warm oil. Gia blinked at the sheet of plastic on the floor but didn’t argue. She crawled onto it like she’d been waiting for this. Jenna stripped, poured the oil, and lowered herself until every inch of her pressed against Gia’s back. The glide was obscene—wet tits dragging over wet ass, nipples catching, bodies sliding like they were already fucking. Gia moaned first. Then Jenna’s hand slipped between her legs, fingers pushing inside that slick heat while her tongue followed. Gia bucked, chasing it. They rolled, slick and desperate, until Jenna straddled Gia’s face and ground down on her tongue. Their hips found a rhythm—tribbing hard, wet cunts sliding together, the sound filthy and loud. They came shaking, sweat and oil mixing, neither of them pretending it was just a massage anymore. Gia could have all the massages she wanted. Jenna’s. No policy. No bullshit. Just this.