Parlor Tricks: Teacher Trap

Ryan Keely steps into the parlor and Kiarra Kai tries to launch into her usual spiel before the words catch in her throat. Recognition lands like a cymbal crash. “Oh. Hi, Mrs. Keely.” Ryan gives a tight laugh. “Hi, Kiarra. Didn’t know you worked here.” “Yeah, moved out on my eighteenth and, you know, bills.” Kiarra’s grin is a little too bright. A beat of silence drops like a brick. Kiarra rescues it with a giggle. “So—obviously you’re here for a massage.” Ryan laughs back. “Well, teaching the class I’ve got you in isn’t the only class this semester. Got a full load. Could use the… relief.” She drags the last word out like it might get her arrested. Kiarra licks the corner of her mouth. “Oh, I can definitely help you there.” Ryan glances around. “Do I wait out here, or…?” Kiarra widens her grin. “Your masseuse is already here.” Ryan frowns, confused. Kiarra bursts out laughing. “Me! I’m doing you today!” “Ah,” Ryan manages, looking like someone who just swallowed her own room key. “Um, no offense, but I don’t think—” “Say no more,” Kiarra cuts in, sunny on the surface, gutted underneath. “Head on back. I’ll send another girl in.” Ryan nods, relieved, and disappears into the room. Out of sight, Kiarra corners her coworker Kasey with a wicked little plan and a thumb’s-up. Kasey’s in. Minutes later Ryan is face-down, naked, getting oiled by the new hire. She sighs contentedly—until the hands grow bolder, sliding south, cupping her cheeks, grazing where no student’s fingers should graze. Ryan’s moan comes before her common sense. Kasey suddenly steps out for “more oil.” The door snicks shut. Different fingertips return, slick and daring. Ryan arches, voice dreamy. “Yeah… don’t stop.” “Oh yeah,” Kiarra whispers without thinking. Ryan’s eyes fly open. She flips, catches Kiarra red-handed. “Kiarra?!” The girl shrugs, all false innocence, and drags her slick fingers up Ryan’s thigh. “We’re not in class now.” Ryan’s shock melts into a slow, guilty smile. Their mouths crash together—Kiarra’s trap, Ryan’s willing surrender, slick oil, breathless gasps, and not an apology left in the room.