Keanni

Jeremy shows up for the soapy birthday present his wife booked. Keanni meets him at the door, wishes him a happy birthday, and drops the info his wife called it in. He freezes a little, says he has no clue what comes next. She laughs, says “You’re in good hands,” and since the tab’s already settled, waves him toward the bathroom like it’s no big deal. Soon as the door clicks, her hands are on him. She soaps him up, fingers gliding, and every rinse just gives her another excuse to linger. Steam fills the room, she spins him under the spray, and her grin says the best part is still ahead.