Sneaky Salon Sex

Whitney steps into the salon, Jenna right on her heels. Casey waits by the chair, smile wide, cape already in her hands. She drapes it around Whitney’s shoulders, makes the usual barber-talk, while Jenna drops into the waiting seat and flips a dog-eared magazine. Every time Casey looks away, Jenna peeks over the top of the glossy pages and sends Whitney a wicked wink. Whitney rolls her eyes, fighting a grin. They’re still chatting about length and layers when Casey says she’ll wash up first. The moment the door to the back swings shut, Jenna’s up. No wasted motion—she shoves the cape aside, kneels, yanks Whitney’s knees apart, then drags her jeans and panties down to her ankles. Whitney hisses something between a laugh and a curse, eyes cutting to the hallway, but her hips already tilt forward. Jenna’s mouth finds her, hot and greedy. They have maybe a minute before they hear Casey’s shoes tapping back. Whitney shoves the cape down fast, hiding Jenna underneath just as the door opens. Casey steps through none the wiser, and Whitney forces her voice steady while Jenna’s tongue keeps working underneath the black nylon like nothing’s changed at all.