Accidental Appointment

Addison Vodka’s just minding her business, shirt soaked with massage oil when the real masseuse offers her a set of scrubs and steps out to toss her clothes in the wash. Door swings open again and Isa Bella strides in, sees Addison in the scrubs, and doesn’t waste a second—she wants a massage, right now. Addison’s not about to argue. She starts slow, palms gliding, then digs in a little deeper, eyes locked on the curve of Isa’s ass and the swell of those natural tits against the sheet. She’s already wet by the time Isa flips over and spreads, wordless invitation clear as day. Fingers slip between Isa’s thighs, teasing, circling, sliding in with slick ease, and Isa moans like she’s been waiting for exactly this. When the masseuse pops back to apologize for the mix-up, Isa shuts it down with a grin—says she wants Addison to finish what she started. The masseuse shrugs and ducks out again. Alone, Isa reaches for Addison, pulling her closer. "Figure you deserve a little treat after all this trouble." Addison doesn’t need the hint twice. She hikes the sheet away, drops to her knees, and works Isa with steady fingers and a cocky little smirk until Isa’s coming hard, legs shaking, panting out Addison’s name like a secret she’s happy to share.