Trans Salon - Scene 2

Leah had flipped the salon sign to Closed when Wolf showed up, grinning through the window like a man who knew the rules didn't apply to him. "Come on, just this once," he said through the glass. She let him in. The place was quiet except for the hum of the AC and the sound of her wiping down the last chair. "You're lucky you're cute," she told him, rolling her eyes. Wolf kicked off his boots and sat down like he owned the place. She soaked his feet in the basin, fingers working between his toes, and they traded lazy, dirty jokes about foot size and staying power. Leah glanced up once, caught him staring, and felt the zipper on her skirt digging in. "Screw it," she muttered, standing so her cock tented the fabric right in his face. "You want the after-hours package?" Wolf grinned wider and slid his wet feet up her thighs, rubbing them against the hard length of her until she hissed through her teeth. Then he leaned back in the chair, spread his legs, and they didn't stop until the chairs were sticky and Leah had to open the windows to air the place out.