Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Brett’s yanking on her heels like she’s robbing a bank, eyes darting toward the door. She’s just slipped the last buckle when Georgia’s voice slices in from the back of the room. “Going somewhere?” No way is Georgia missing Bring Your Daughter to Work Day. Brett spins out a quick lie, but it dies on her tongue once she clocks Georgia’s tiny tank top and cut-off shorts. “You’re seriously wearing that?” “I can change—if you wanna be late.” Brett grits her teeth. “Fine. Let’s go.” Inside the massage parlor Brett drags her step-daughter toward an empty corner chair, hissing at her to sit and not move. Georgia drops into it with an innocent smile that promises anything but. Jasmine sweeps in, all honeyed greetings and curve-hugging dress. She notices the girl in the corner, but shrugs it off. Brett herds her to the table, holding up a towel as a shield while Jasmine strips down bare—right there in the open. Georgia’s eyebrows lift; Brett glares lasers. Once Jasmine’s facedown and relaxed, Brett starts the rub-down, hands gliding slow over warm skin. Georgia creeps closer, phone out, flash off. Brett catches the sly shutter click and nearly drops the oil bottle. “That’s private!” Georgia giggles, “It’s for my report… and Jasmine said it’s fine.” Jasmine just winks. Curious—or devilish—Jasmine asks if Georgia can learn by hands-on. Brett stammers no, but customer-is-always-right wins. She steers Georgia’s slippery fingers over Jasmine’s back, struggling to keep the lesson clinical while Georgia blatantly palms ass and works deeper between thighs. Brett hisses corrections; Jasmine moans louder, egging her on. A sudden slick sound turns Brett’s head: Georgia’s fingers buried in Jasmine’s pussy. Brett yelps an apology, cheeks blazing, until Jasmine reels her in with a slow, filthy kiss. Georgia sneaks one next, and after one flustered pull-back, Brett melts between them. They tangle on the table—oil-slick bodies sliding, mouths taking turns on dripping cunts. Georgia scissors her step-mother in a grinding trib that leaves Brett gasping and twitching, then all three collapse in a sweaty heap. Brett came for work; she’s leaving with brand-new tricks and shaking legs.