Unfriendly Competition

Lexi Lore steps into the parlor like fresh bait dropped in dirty water. Dana DeArmond and Julia Ann clock her from twenty feet away and both lurch forward, hips jostling, elbows thrown. They slam into each other like it’s the last life raft at sea. Lexi smiles, soft around the edges. First-timer, she mumbles. Dad’s always on her to spend his dirty money, but she figures on her eighteenth birthday a back-rub won’t set the world on fire. The two women spit out menus at once—deep tissue, hot stones, oil rub, happy endings left unsaid. Lexi laughs, light as cash, and offers to pay double so they both work on her. Dana and Julia lock eyes, a quick spark of mischief, then nod in the same breath. Oil hisses on warm skin. Lexi lies face-down. Hands glide, competitive and rough. Dana slides lower, cupping the swell of Lexi’s ass. Julia drives a shoulder in, shoves hard. Flesh ripples. Julia wins, squeezing both cheeks until Lexi sighs without looking up. Dana snarls silent rage. Flip, they say. Lexi rolls, eyes shut, trusting. Dana’s palms find her tits, thumbs strumming nipples until she bites her lip and tilts her head back, exaggerating the thrill for Julia’s benefit. Julia seethes, then her fingers drift south. Dana flashes a warning glare: don’t. Julia grins and ghosts a single stroke across Lexi’s slit. Lexi’s eyes pop open. What the hell? Julia purrs about the full-service upgrade. Before Lexi can answer, Dana’s mouth seals over one pink nipple. Lexi shivers, bites her own lip, then melts back into the table. Nothing wrong with a little unfriendly competition.