Farah's mind spun with the sudden realization that Selma must have admirers lining up, men and women alike, and yet here she was, waiting for her. The thought sent a surge of arousal coursing through her, her skin prickling as her eyes drank in every inch of Selma's stunning form.
Selma's lips curved into a slow, appreciative smile as she took in Farah's outfit, the burgundy satin plunging low, the leather skirt molding to her hips and legs. "Well, look at you," she said, her voice a warm tease, laced with delight. "I knew you'd kill it in that. Makes me feel like I've got some power over you, dressing you up like my own personal muse." She pushed off the desk, her bikini-body moving with a fluid grace and gestured toward the treatment room.
"Come on, let's get started." Farah followed, her heart pounding, the air between them humming with a tension that felt sharper tonight, heightened by Selma's near-nakedness. It felt not so professional now. And yet they continued...
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