Bring Your Daughter To Work Day

Brett’s rushing to get her shoes on, glancing over her shoulder like she’s about to get busted. She’s one lace away from freedom when Georgia pops up behind her. “Going somewhere?” Georgia’s got that gotcha smirk plastered on her face. She knows it’s Bring Your Daughter to Work Day, and Brett’s not wriggling out of it. Brett spins a quick lie, then drops it with a sigh and looks Georgia up and down. “You’re wearing that?” Georgia shrugs, offers to change if it’ll help, but warns they’ll be late. Brett gives up, and the two head out the door together. Inside the massage parlor, Georgia’s already poking at bottles and towels. Brett snaps at her to sit her ass down in the corner until the first client shows. Georgia drops into the chair, still wearing a defiant little grin that says trouble’s coming. Jasmine walks in and Brett switches on the charm, greeting her like nothing’s wrong. Jasmine spots Georgia right away. Brett explains the school project, praying it’s cool. Jasmine laughs it off and says hi; Georgia answers with a slow once-over and a nod. Brett steers Jasmine to the table, shooting Georgia a glare over her shoulder. She offers a towel, but Jasmine strips right there. Georgia’s eyebrows shoot up, so Brett frantically holds up another towel to block the view. Jasmine lies down on her stomach, bare, and waves off any cover. Brett starts the massage, working Jasmine’s shoulders, back, calves. Every time her hands drift near Jasmine’s ass she hesitates because Georgia’s watching. Jasmine calls her out, Georgia echoes it, and Brett mutters something about “posterior.” Jasmine says she doesn’t mind, so Brett keeps going. Georgia leans forward, eyes locked on Jasmine. Their look turns hot fast—Georgia bites her lip, slow and dirty. Jasmine grins back. Georgia slides off the chair and creeps closer. Brett catches her, stares daggers, but gets pulled into small talk with Jasmine. Georgia yanks out her phone and snaps a pic. Brett whirls around, hissing about privacy. Georgia claims it’s for her report, giggling as she pockets the phone. Jasmine just shrugs—doesn’t bother her. Jasmine suggests Brett show Georgia a few moves. Hands-on learning. Brett’s flustered, but customer’s always right. She guides Georgia’s hands over Jasmine’s back, trying to keep it clinical. Georgia turns every stroke filthy. Brett hisses at her to behave, but Jasmine moans, egging Georgia lower. Georgia shoots Brett a cocky smile. When Georgia slips two fingers into Jasmine’s pussy, Brett freaks and starts apologizing. Jasmine stops her cold—says she wants Brett to join. Brett hesitates until Jasmine pulls her into a deep kiss. Georgia leans in next; Brett melts for a second, then jerks back, realizing who she’s kissing. A little more coaxing and she’s right back in it. The three of them tangle on the table—tongues, fingers, and plenty of skin. They trade turns licking each other open. Georgia grinds on Brett until Brett’s shaking through an orgasm, learning a few lessons of her own while Jasmine watches with a satisfied smirk.