Cold shoulder

Vanessa smirked as she stood up and crossed her arms, looking away from Luna to avoid being tempted. “No,” Vanessa said as she walked away opening the door. “I will not. If you’re such a naughty girl, you can spend some time to think about your actions.”

Luna stared baffled at Vanessa’s response. She stood up and chased after Vanessa. “Nessa, please. Come on. Fine, I will give you a proper massage. Just please don’t give me the cold shoulder. I’m much too horny for this.”

“Prove it,” Vanessa said. “Prove that you want this.”

Luna looked at Vanessa with beady eyes. “Please.”

“Take it off,” Vanessa said.

Luna slid her g string off of her body and smiled as she flung it inside. Her hands reached for Vanessa’s thong and pulled at it. “Please, Nessa. You know you can’t avoid me forever,” Luna whispered as she pulled the thong off.

Vanessa stepped out of it and let Luna touch her, unable to resist. Her eyes closed until she heard the faintest click. She opened her eyes. “Luna. What did you do?” Vanessa asked.

“Shit,” Luna cursed.

Vanessa looked to see she was standing outside with Luna. Her eyes widened as she turned as Luna tried the door handle and it wouldn’t budge. “Don’t tell me.”

“It’s locked!” Luna cried. “I’m sorry, Nessa. I swear I didn’t know. You know this door sometimes closes on its own.... and it seems the knob was locked.”

“That’s okay. There’s the spare key. Get it and we can go back inside,” Vanessa said.

“Yeah, um. It’s not there,” Luna said.

“What?!” Vanessa cried. “No, Luna. You’re pranking me.”

“It’s not there,” Luna said. “I’m sorry, Nessa. I was only playing with you. I didn’t mean to... actually lock us out... naked.”

Vanessa groaned as she tried to think of a solution.