Massage Class Secrets Part Three: The Final Test

Carter and Riley sat at the kitchen counter nursing their drinks, trying to map out the best play. Riley talked Jenna up like a sure thing, wondering aloud how she'd react to a touch right between her shoulder blades. They decided they'd work one girl each. Chloe first, they thought. But Chloe and Jenna were already working their own angles. When the door opened Chloe stepped inside like she owned the floor, Jenna right behind her, both wearing the easy, cocky smiles of girls who know what's up. Carter showed them in. Small talk. Then the setup. Chloe claimed Riley's body for her table. Carter took Jenna. They started slow, thumbs working tension out of necks, dragging lower. Riley's breath changed first. Carter reached for the oil, knocked the cap off, and a warm line slid straight across Jenna's bra. "That's not coming out," she said. Jenna slid the straps off her shoulders. Riley followed, tits out before anybody asked. Chloe purred something about not wanting stains on their clothes. Jenna's dress dropped next. Both girls climbed onto the tables face-down. Chloe pressed in, voice loud enough to carry, working Riley's spine like she'd done it for years. Carter heard every note and matched her move for move, palms slick, sliding under Jenna's waistband. Clothing came off in pieces after that, dropped to the floor without a word. Riley lifted her head, locked eyes with Jenna across the space between the tables, and that was it. Chloe's hand dipped lower. Carter's did the same. Four fingers, four slick folds, four soft sounds filling the room. They knew. All of them knew. Same game, same heat, same ending. The girls pushed back into their hands, and the four of them stopped pretending they wanted anything else.