SSMM Ch28

Ava doesn’t know why she’s surprised at the way that Viv subtly lights up when they ironically agree to her ‘supervision.’ Viv wouldn’t behave the way that she does if she didn’t live for this. Some celebrities have to do lots of coke. Viv just needs to believe that she’s about to get it on with two women half her age to get this buzz.

Ava almost feels bad for her when they get back to Jane’s room, where Jane predictably cockblocks Viv without hesitation.

“We have to get cleaned up,” Jane says, as though that’s obvious. “I’m the one who puts the chemicals in there. If anyone knows this, it’s me.”

The plot hole in Jane’s narrative is that they’re all covered in the same stuff, so Viv needs to rinse off too, but nobody’s thinking particularly straight at this point. So, the door to Jane’s bathroom slams in Viv’s face, and Ava can’t help but feel a little bad.

That doesn’t last.

“So.” Jane comes close. A little hesitantly, she moves even closer and puts her arms around Ava’s neck. Ava’s ready; her fingertips rest on Jane’s hips, and she’s probably wearing the sluttiest kiss-me face ever. But the kiss doesn’t come.

“Yes?” she asks, trying not to laugh as they touch noses.

“I just met you.”

“Masseuse to the stars, getting shy,” Ava notes.

“That threesome really did things for your ego, huh?”

Ava rolls her eyes and kisses Jane firmly enough to shut her up and take care of the rest of her misgivings. Even damp, wearing a bikini that doesn’t fit right, and standing in a modest bathroom, it is heavenly. Jane’s kiss is wet, deep, and oddly heartfelt. Her body is all warmth and softness.

Hesitant exploration gives way to something a little hungrier, and Ava only stops when she feels a fingernail on her lower back. Jane wants more but she’s being polite, just the way that Ava’s been trying to be polite. But if they’re both being polite, they won’t get anywhere. Jane’s probably forgotten, but Ava remembers that she lost the bet. Viv took more than ten minutes to show up. It’s time to make good.

She sinks to her knees and takes Jane’s bottoms down. Jane’s breath catches and she shivers. Ava looks up intending to give her some horny eye contact, only to find real tension on Jane’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Jane winces. “Chemicals.” She pulls Ava back to her feet.

“Ha! Come on!”

“Nope.” Jane pulls Ava to the shower and turns it on, blushing hard. “Can’t do it.”

Ridiculous, but Ava gets it. Jane can’t enjoy herself if she’s thinking about gross hot tub treatment chemicals.

“Fine.” Ava grabs Jane’s top and yanks it up; the maid’s breasts spill free, and Jane reaches over to return the favor. The water’s heating up. Ava goes in and kisses her again, getting handsy with her chest. Jane follows suit, and both struggle to keep the giggling to a minimum.

“You know,” Ava murmurs, breaking free to put a big hickey on Jane’s neck. Jane uses her shoulder to try to stop her, but it’s too late. Ava grabs Jane’s wrist as she fondles her boob. “You can be a little rougher with them.”

Jane snorts and yanks her into the shower. Ava gasps as her back touches the cold wall.

“Ah! Fuck!”

Making out under the hot water while getting her tits played with is about as good as it gets for Ava.

“OK,” she pants, stopping Jane as she goes in to use her mouth. “My turn. I lost the bet. Go on. You’re clean now.”

Jane tries to interpret Ava’s obnoxious little hand gesture. She steps back hesitantly and widens her stance.

Ava looks imperious and waves her hand again.

Jane glares at her, then gives her a defiant look.

“OK,” she says, leaning against the wall. She reaches over to grab the top of the shower and puts one foot on the edge of the tub, spreading herself wide.

“That’s more like it,” Ava says.

“Don’t ask me to call you Mommy,” Jane warns.

“I wouldn’t ask. I’d tell. No complaining. I am literally servicing you.”

Jane’s face gets that much redder. “Fair,” she admits as Ava gets on her knees again.

Ava locks eyes with her and Jane growls in annoyance.

“Do you have to look at me?” Jane demands.

Ava places her left hand on Jane’s smooth belly, then reaches between her legs with her right. “That’s, uh, do you have to look at me, Mommy,” she says.

“Oh my—Oh!”

Jane is slick and swollen, and she doesn’t say anything else once Ava starts to use her hand. Ava enters her with a finger, sliding her other hand down to put some pressure on her, then uses her palm as well. Jane swallows, and her breaths through her nose sound like they’re coming from a dinosaur.

Ava doesn’t care how stupid it looks; she stands up and slurps Jane’s hard nipple while her fingers work skillfully between her legs. Jane’s hand wipes away fog on the glass; she slips and wobbles, clinging to Ava. Even as the orgasm rocks her, she’s shoving her pussy against Ava’s wrist. Her stubble down there is rough on Ava’s skin and just makes her wetter. She nibbles Jane’s ear and savors the jerks and ripples that come from her sexy body as she rides it out.

Jane’s eyes finally focus for a moment. She’s still breathing hard.

“Think she heard me?”

“Maybe,” Ava replies.

Jane grabs her hand.

“OK?” Ava staggers out of the shower as Jane pulls, trying not to slip and break her neck. Jane throws open the door and they step dripping and nude into her fully lit bedroom.

Viv isn’t there.

Jane stops, cocking her head.

This works for Ava. Seeing Jane like this also works for her. She’s about to grab Jane’s big, juicy ass and shove her tongue down her throat, but the door opens.

Viv appears in another of her robes.

“What?” she asks as she closes the door behind her, looking pleased with the view in front of her. “I thought I should clean up. It’s only polite.”

She approaches like a jaguar stalking her prey, but Jane’s not having it.

“Nuh uh!” she says, throwing out a palm to stop her. “I owe this lady, and you stay out of the way! Sit your ass down.”

Ava shrieks as Jane shoves her onto the bed and climbs on.

“Oh fuck!” she cries out. It’s not the first time a girl’s gone down on her, it’s just all happening quickly. And in front of Viv. She’s pulling Jane’s wet hair without meaning to as her legs spread wider on their own with Jane’s head between them.

Viv stands there, her eyes drinking in every detail as Jane’s tongue makes Ava’s back arch. Her breasts bounce and slap noisily, but not as noisily as the shrill, needy moan that she lets out. She grips Jane’s hair tighter, unable to look away from Viv, whose presence is… commanding. Even now.

Ava has just enough brain cells to know that Jane’s plan will not work.

And Jane has none left. She’s lost in what she’s doing, oblivious to the fact that she’s on her hands and knees, completely exposed to Viv.

Dumb horniness has triumphed. They will fold. It’s only a matter of when and how.

Ava matches Viv’s gaze as Jane eats her out. She can’t maintain her composure for long, so if she’s going to set the mood and the agenda, it has to be now.

Should Ava try to stay in charge?

Or surrender to Viv?