Not like a porno

You take a deep breath, continuing to massage Anya's inside thighs before making your move. You're not sure how it will be received, so you decide to be a little sly about it. Your hands inch closer and closer to your goal, until the side of your index finger brushes against the folds of Anya's pussy lips briefly. Her reaction is not what you want, as she gasps loudly and flinches. Your hands pull away from her as she clamps her legs together and raises her head to look over her shoulder at you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asks sternly.

"I'm so sorry! My hand slipped. It happens all the time!" you say, panicking.

"Not since I've started coming here! If it happens again, I'm going to scream and get you fired. Then, my husband is going to sue this place until it shuts down. Do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry," you apologize again sheepishly, looking down and avoiding her glare. You keep your head down until she turns back and rests her face back in the hole in the table. You curse yourself in your head, angry that you had believed the massage would turn out like a porno. You're not sure whether to continue or just disappear and leave Anya just like that since this experiment had failed, until you think of a 3rd option. After all, you have nothing to lose and you had already invested more time and effort into this ruse than you should have. You might as well get something out of it.