Stick It In My Butt

Kenny shows up at the parlor looking for Kayme. He flashes that old-school-friend smile and asks her name. The second she says it he slaps the collection notice in her hand and turns to leave. Kayme grabs his arm—rent’s due, zero cash, panic in her eyes. She blurts the only offer she’s got: a free massage. Kenny laughs once, shakes his head, and ups the ante. He wants the works. Kayme’s never been naked on a table for a stranger before, and her hands shake as she oils up. Kenny isn’t shy about telling her exactly where to touch, how hard, how long. Every demand gets dirtier—spread wider, stroke slower, bend over. Then he tells her what he really wants: her ass. Kayme swallows, lays out the deal: anal and the debt vanishes. Kenny grins, strips fast, and they both go at it hard on the massage table, Kayme taking every inch and counting the debt off one rough thrust at a time.