Fine Print

Scarlet Skies rifled through her parent's purse, hunting for mall money. Instead she found a coupon—free massage, expiring soon. Screw it. She snatched it. At the parlor, Tiffany Watson grinned and took her back. The room smelled like oils and quiet trouble. Tiffany told her to strip completely, panties and all. Scarlet hesitated, then peeled everything off. If her parent booked this, it must be standard. Tiffany's hands moved slow, gliding across bare skin. The pressure deepened. When those fingers cupped her tits, Scarlet got it—the coupon was for more than a back rub. She cursed herself for skipping the fine print, but heat pooled between her legs. Too late now. She might as well ride it out.