A Firm Hand

Lyra Law drags herself home with a neck that won’t quit. She searches for a massage spot, finds one down the street, and books it on the spot. Inside, Mona Wales greets her with a grin and a handshake that already feels like business. Lyra strips, drops onto the table, and Mona oils her palms, hitting the knots in her shoulders first. When Lyra asks for glutes and thighs, Mona rolls with it, kneading the soft skin until Lyra purrs about how “everything’s connected.” Mona shoots back a sarcastic quip, but keeps her hands moving. The flip comes next. Lyra lies on her back, eyebrows raised like an open invitation. Mona reads it, raises the stakes, and tells her extra service costs extra. Lyra promises a fat tip. Mona’s patience snaps. She clamps a hand over Lyra’s mouth, slides the other between her legs, and tells her the spoiled-college act ends now. Lyra’s eyes spark at the discipline, and she obeys every instruction that follows, eager to please the woman who finally put her in line.