Massage Class Secrets Part Two: Study Break

Chloe's scribbling like the exam has teeth, but her eyes keep drifting to Jenna's rack instead of the open textbook. Exams are set to crush their skulls tomorrow, and Chloe's already bargaining. "C'mon, just twenty minutes," she whines, reaching across the table to spin Jenna's laptop shut. Jenna doesn't budge. "End of story. We study, or we fail together." Saved by the ring of Jenna's phone. Riley Reed gabbing about tomorrow's grand opening at her hush-hush spa spot, door code and all. Chloe scoffs. "You two and your scented oils? Please. I give killer back rubs. Watch." Turns out the threat of a massage matters more than textbooks. Jenna peels off her tank, flopping stomach-down, bony shoulders catching the lamplight. She hovers an arm across her tits, suddenly shy, so Chloe strips her own top and sets them free. "Equal footing," she deadpans, then drops her hands onto warm skin. Palms glide, slow strokes turning indecent. Chloe's fingers dip beneath waistband, brushing the thong string that's glued between Jenna's cheeks. "Lose it. Or do I have to write your name in the test bubbles for you too?" Jenna snorts. "You think your handy-work grades me out of retakes? Better dig deeper than that." Chloe does, and neither bothers checking the clock. Watch long enough and you'll find out who cracks first: the teacher's pet or the girl allergic to study."