"Oh my freaking gosh, Gleed! How in the world did you even find that place?" Taylor groaned dramatically, flopping onto the bed with a satisfied sigh. She stretched like a cat, her body still humming from the lingering effects of the massage.
Gleed, perched on the edge of the bed, smirked. "I stumbled on it by chance, and well... lucky me." She shrugged, feigning nonchalance.
"I mean, the environment, the dim lighting, the scent of vanilla and eucalyptus—ugh, don't even get me started on the masseuses." Taylor propped herself up on her elbows, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Everything was just so… arousing."
Gleed chuckled, shaking her head. "Of course that's where your mind goes."
"No way. I'm totally going back." Taylor flipped onto her stomach, kicking her feet like an excited teenager. "I swear, that man found my spot, and next time I go—" she paused for dramatic effect, then smirked, "I'mma make sure he's inside of me."
Gleed nearly choked on air. "Klooh, wooh, woosh—calm down, girl!" she exclaimed, pressing a hand to her chest like she'd just heard blasphemy.
Taylor arched a brow. "What?"
Gleed tilted her head, her smirk deepening. "I doubt that's gonna happen."
Taylor's excitement faltered. "Wait… have you?" Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, her voice laced with curiosity.
Gleed gave her a knowing look, lips curling into an almost-smirk. "Yep, but then there's this unwritten rule—no fucking the customers."
Taylor scoffed. "And there's one that says, 'there's finger,'" she shot back sarcastically.
Gleed chuckled. "Nope. But it isn't something you should do. Trust me, I've tried."
Taylor sat up instantly. "Wait a minute—is there something you're not telling me, Gleed?"
Gleed exhaled, rolling her shoulders like she was shaking off a memory. "Well, you remember that girl I mentioned? Raven? She used to work there." Her voice softened slightly. "And… I kind of got caught in the moment with her. One thing led to another, and we ended up having sex during a session."
Taylor's brows shot up, intrigued. "Damn, okay, go off—"
"Yeah, well, next day? She was gone. Fired. Just like that." Gleed's smirk faded for a split second, something unreadable flashing across her face.
Taylor winced. "Yikes. Sorry, girl."
Gleed shrugged, masking whatever emotion threatened to surface. "So yeah, you can't do that, okay? Not unless you want him to lose his job." Her voice carried a warning, but there was something else too—maybe a twinge of regret.
Taylor, however, wasn't deterred. She hummed in thought, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes. "But wait… it's not allowed in the spa. What about outside?" Her lips curled into a slow, wicked smile.
Gleed gasped in mock horror, clutching her chest. "You slutty little thing! So horny."
They burst into laughter, the air between them lightening again.
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[Music recommendation: Skin by Rihanna]
Taylor stepped into the softly lit massage room, the warm glow of golden light reflecting off the walls. The faint hum of soothing music mingled with the calming aroma of lavender and cedarwood. Her heart raced as she undressed quickly, folding her clothes neatly on a nearby chair. She wasn't sure if it was the anticipation of the massage or the thought of seeing Finn again that made her hands tremble slightly.
Moments later, Finn entered, carrying a stack of steaming towels and bottles of fragrant oil. His tall, confident frame filled the room, and his easy smile sent a thrill down her spine. Taylor couldn't help but notice the way his gaze lingered on her for just a moment longer than necessary.
"Where does it hurt?" he asked, his deep voice calm yet laced with something more.
Taylor hesitated, her breath catching as her eyes met his. She gestured vaguely to her lower back, then lower still. Finn's lips quirked into a subtle grin, one that made her pulse quicken.
Lying on her stomach, she tried to relax, the plush towel draped over her hips offering a modesty she wasn't sure she wanted. Finn approached her with a bottle of oil, the scent of warm vanilla filling the air as he poured a stream into his hands.
"Relax," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm to her nerves. "Let me take care of you."
His hands hovered over her back for a moment, the heat radiating from his palms as if silently asking for permission. When his fingers finally made contact, the warmth seeped into her skin, coaxing a soft sigh from her lips. He started at her shoulders, his touch firm but not hurried, his fingers working out knots with practiced precision.
Taylor's mind drifted as she surrendered to the rhythm of his touch. She had always carried tension in her shoulders, but this was something different. It was as if he could read her body, anticipate every need before she even realized it herself.
When Finn's hands moved lower, working along her spine, she felt her body melt under his touch. He paused to pour more oil, letting it trickle over her skin before spreading it with slow, deliberate strokes. Her breath hitched when his fingers brushed the edge of the towel, hesitating for just a moment before sliding it aside.
Taylor's heart pounded in her chest, her nerves and anticipation coiling tightly. She wanted to speak, to say something, but the words lodged in her throat.
"You're tense here," Finn said softly, his hands kneading the curve of her back before trailing down to her hips. "Let me help."
She nodded, her lips parting as her breath came quicker. His fingers pressed deeper, kneading the soft flesh of her hips and thighs. As his hands moved lower, brushing her inner thigh, she couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped her.
"Is this okay?" Finn asked, his voice low and steady.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.
Finn's lips curved into a smile she couldn't see but could feel. His touch grew bolder, his touch firm yet teasing as he worked his way along her thighs. The warmth of the oil and the strength of his hands left her trembling beneath him. She spread her legs slightly, her body responding instinctively to his ministrations.
His fingers brushed against her inner folds, light and teasing, sending a shiver up her spine. Taylor let out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly as her nerves ignited. Finn paused, his breath close enough that she could feel it against her skin.
"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said, his tone gentle but commanding.
"Don't stop," she replied, her voice trembling with need.
Finn's lips curved into a smile she couldn't see but could feel. His touch grew more intentional, his slippery fingers exploring her folds with precision. Taylor's breath came in shallow gasps as her body responded to his every move.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the world beyond its walls fading into obscurity. The only sounds were her soft moans, the faint music, and the slick glide of oil under his touch. Taylor surrendered completely, her body and mind consumed by the moment.
Finn's hands worked magic, drawing her deeper into a haze of pleasure and connection she had never experienced before. In his touch, she felt safe, wanted, and utterly free.