Making Her Assistant Watch

Dee Williams won't clock off, ever. Even the promise of a massage gets bulldozed by back-to-back meetings, and her over-worked PA Jaye Summers knows the drill. Still, when masseuse Cassidy Klein shows up, Jaye figures they’re both due a break—until Dee crooks a finger and pulls Jaye into the private room anyway. Dee peels off her clothes until she’s left in tiny lace, and Jaye swallows hard, pretending to scroll on her tablet while her cheeks burn. Then Dee’s facedown on the table, oiled skin catching the light, and every throaty moan she spills hits Jaye like a shot of bourbon. She keeps telling herself to stay professional, but with every slick stroke of Cassidy’s hands, Jaye’s panties feel tighter and her mind keeps drifting south. Dee’s no fool. Mid-moan she glances back, smirking, and offers Jaye a spot on the table if she wants it. Jaye’s clothes hit the floor before the question finishes. Two sets of hands slick across Dee’s curves; fingers glide, nails tease, lips follow. Jaye pushes Cassidy’s fingers deeper, then trades them for her tongue, lapping at Dee’s soaked folds until Dee’s thighs shake. Cassidy laughs against Jaye’s neck, spurring her on, and soon the three of them tumble over each other on the table, grabbing, licking, riding out the same breathy rhythm until nobody remembers what “work” ever felt like.