Massage While You Wait

Eliza Ibarra is parked on the spa couch, flipping through the paper while her friend’s still getting worked over. She zones out fast. Daisy Stone shows up for her shift, spots the sleeping beauty, and gives her a shoulder tap. Eliza wakes up flustered, blurts that she’s just waiting on a friend. Daisy grins, says it’s no big deal, then offers a free massage since she’s got time to kill. Eliza isn’t about to say no. In the room, Daisy’s hands sink into those tight shoulders. Eliza admits it’s school stress. Daisy tells her to strip and lie down—no clothes, no oil stains. Eliza peels everything off and stretches out. Daisy works her over from shoulders to calves, paying extra attention wherever there’s a knot. When Daisy’s tongue flicks over a toe, Eliza jerks and asks what that was. Coconut oil, Daisy lies, straight-faced. Then those hands slide up the inner thighs. Eliza flips onto her back without being told. Daisy’s palms cup her tits, thumbs brushing over the nipples, and Eliza sighs like it’s the first decent touch she’s had all week. Daisy keeps going lower, fingers parting her, stroking her clit until Eliza melts into the table, hips twitching, breath hitching, completely gone.