Wendy took a restroom break to prepare for her usual Tuesday ten o’clock. She turned on the Pocket Rocket and slipped it into her cunt.
Judith Cate entered the salon and reciprocated the receptionist’s greeting. Surveying the establishment, she spotted Wendy by the basins, gave her a slight nod and Mona Lisa smile.
Judith settled into the chair. Wendy adjusted the cape.
“How are you today?”
“Very good, Mrs. Cate.”
“Everything …humming along?”
Judith leaned back, eyes closed. Wendy adjusted the spray temperature. The spine-tingling jets struck Judith’s scalp. She squeezed her thighs, clenching her muscles rhythmically, hand creeping in to assist.
“That feels wonderful.”
“It surely does, Mrs. Cate.”
Wendy stopped the spray. Leaning closer, she massaged in the shampoo, rinsed, then repeated the routine with conditioner, kneading the spot on Judith’s neck.
Judith, eyes half open, appraised Wendy’s cleavage, inhaled her scent. Under the cape, Judith’s finger hit the other spot.
“Mmmmmmmm. Good girl. Now earn your tip.”
Judith watched Wendy quiver, felt her hands clench, and savoured the girl’s silent orgasm.
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“Same time next Tuesday, Mrs. Cate?” asked the receptionist.
Judith handed her a twenty, saying, “See that Wendy gets this,” and left.
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