You'll Love My Daughter

Jane's at home hitting the books when Brett strolls in - her step-mom's all smiles, saying it's time to meet the boss at the parlor. They roll up, Brett gives her the grand tour, then leads her into a back room where Seth's stacking fresh bottles of NURU. First thing out of Brett's mouth? "This is my step-daughter, just turned eighteen, looking to get her feet wet." Seth raises an eyebrow. Jane's quiet, hardly any pep in her voice. He needs someone who can sell the brand, not someone standing there dead-eyed. Brett swears she's a natural with her hands and can give clients whatever they ask for. Seth shrugs: fine, prove it right now or don't. Jane strips him down, hesitation pulling at her until her step-mom nudges, "it's an interview, babe." Shy or not, Jane soaps him head to toe, cheeks hot, mom's commentary on technique ringing off the tile like a cursed soundtrack. Shower done, Seth's flat on the table. Brett shows Jane how to slick the gel, how to glide her body up and down him, and Jane starts getting into it - the slide, the heat, the friction. Job appraisal time. Seth admits she has moves, but some clients want more than standard. How would she handle that? Jane doesn't miss a beat. She grins, wraps her mouth around his shaft, starts bobbing. He laughs, "Oh shit." Brett squawks. Jane pulls off, wounded. "Wasn't that the trick question? Make him fully satisfied, right?" Before anyone's processed it, Jane's back on it, sloppy and eager. Brett bolts up ready to yank her off the guy. Seth? He just offers Brett a spot. Jane tugs at her hand, "Come on, it's kinda hot." Clothes hit the floor. Lube pours, mouths work in rhythm, two sets of lips and tongues around the same cock. Seth sinks into it, watching the girl's shy touches become sure strokes and the mom's reluctant participation turn greedy. By the end of this trial run he'll know every inch of Brett and her step-daughter.