For The Woman Who's Tried Everything

Lily LaBeau’s on the phone, telling her friend the next client is Katrina Colt, the travel writer who’s seen every kind of spa treatment and still writes like a shark. Lily laughs, nervous as hell, but she’s got a plan: the bolster trick. She hangs up right as Katrina walks in, and damn if Katrina isn’t sweet instead of scary. She spots the bolster on the table and raises an eyebrow. Lily grins, explains it’ll lift Katrina’s ass so she can get real attention back there. Katrina smirks, says her rear could use the extra work after the long flight. She strips down, climbs on, belly to the table, hips propped high, ass up and looking unfairly good. Lily’s eyes linger a second too long before she starts rubbing, kneading, fingers working deep. The heat builds fast. One touch leads to another, then Lily’s sliding fingers between Katrina’s thighs and the massage turns into something way more hands-on. By the time they’re done, Katrina’s already planning to write a glowing review.