The night had ended, but Mika's body still hadn't come down.
Even hours after her first real session, her thighs felt weak. Her nipples still tingled. Her skin was humming like a plucked string. Sex had never left this kind of afterglow before — raw and lingering, like a low flame that refused to die.
The staff lounge was empty except for three girls, sprawled on the thick rug with a bottle of plum wine between them. Mika sat in the center, legs folded under her, wearing nothing but a loose black robe that barely stayed closed. Her hair was damp from a quick shower, sticking to her neck.
Ayaka lounged beside her, practically boneless, robe open enough to expose the curve of one breast. Her long lashes fluttered sleepily as she reached for her glass. Mari lay on her stomach with her chin in her hands, watching Mika with a slow, teasing smile. Her skin was the color of warm brown sugar, and the robe she wore looked painted on, clinging to the swell of her hips.
"So," Mari purred, "how'd it go?"
Mika smiled shyly. "Better than I expected."
Ayaka sat up, her expression playful. "You came, didn't you?"
Mika tried to dodge the question, but Mari grinned. "Look at her blush."
"I did," Mika admitted, her voice small. "Hard."
Mari let out a low whistle. "On your first paid fuck? Girl, you're dangerous."
Ayaka nudged her with a bare foot. "Told you she's real."
Mika giggled, slightly drunk from the wine, mostly drunk from the warmth around her. The three of them felt like a secret. Like something outside of time.
Mari refilled all their glasses and leaned in closer. "You know what I miss most after a long shift?"
"What?" Mika asked.
"Girls," Mari said, licking a bit of wine from her lower lip. "Soft ones. Warm ones. Ones who kiss because they want to taste you — not because they're paying for it."
Ayaka grinned. "Then maybe we should indulge a little."
Mika blinked. "Wait—here?"
Ayaka slid closer, resting her head on Mika's thigh. "Don't act surprised. You're already wet."
Mika gasped, but her thighs squeezed together involuntarily. Ayaka's voice had that effect — soft, smooth, deliciously wicked.
"Am I wrong?" she murmured.
"No…" Mika admitted, breathless.
Mari crawled toward them slowly, her eyes locked on Mika's lips. "Let's take this to the bath. I want to make you melt."
The private bath was like a dream.
Steam rose gently from the water, the stone walls catching flickers of candlelight. The scent of yuzu and sandalwood lingered in the air. Everything was quiet, save for the sound of water rippling as the three women stepped inside, their robes already left behind.
Mika slid into the hot bath first, the heat enveloping her, loosening her muscles. She leaned back with a sigh, nipples hardening from the contrast of steam and skin.
Ayaka came in behind her, pressing their bodies close together. Her breasts grazed Mika's back, her hands settling lightly on Mika's thighs beneath the surface.
Mari entered last. Her full, soft breasts bobbed gently as she moved through the water. She knelt between Mika's legs, so close Mika could feel the warmth of her breath.
"Let us take care of you tonight," Ayaka whispered into Mika's ear.
Mika didn't answer. She couldn't. She just nodded — heart pounding, thighs parting slowly, willingly.
Mari leaned forward first and kissed her.
Slow. Luxurious. A kiss meant to be savored.
Her lips were soft and full, her tongue warm and teasing. Mika moaned into her mouth as Ayaka kissed her neck from behind, nibbling gently, fingers drawing lazy circles on the inside of her thighs.
"I love how you sound," Ayaka murmured. "Every moan is like music."
Mari's hand slid between Mika's legs beneath the water.
One finger stroked her slit. Then two. She parted Mika's folds slowly, watching every reaction on her face.
"Ohhh… god…" Mika gasped, spreading her legs wider.
Ayaka's hands cupped her breasts from behind, thumbs brushing Mika's nipples in slow, circular motions. The sensation was overwhelming — wet tongues, warm hands, firm fingers working her open.
Mari kissed lower, trailing wet kisses from Mika's collarbone to her breasts. Her tongue circled a nipple, sucked it gently, then harder — making Mika arch.
"Mari—ahh—yes…"
Ayaka slipped her fingers into Mika under the water — smooth and deep, curling perfectly to stroke the sensitive spot inside her. Mika's whole body trembled.
"Shhh," Ayaka whispered, licking her earlobe. "Let it happen. Let us make you cum."
Mari's mouth latched onto Mika's other nipple, tongue flicking rapidly as Ayaka pumped her fingers faster.
Mika could barely breathe.
Her body tensed, back arching, thighs trembling under the surface.
"I'm—I'm cumming—!"
And then she did — hard.
The orgasm washed over her like a crashing wave, exploding from her core, every nerve alight. Her moans echoed off the stone walls, shameless and raw.
Ayaka held her tight. Mari smiled against her skin.
"You're beautiful when you fall apart," Mari whispered.
But they weren't done.
Mari turned around, presenting her full ass above the surface of the water. She looked over her shoulder with heavy eyes.
"Mika. Taste me."
Mika moved instinctively — drawn to her, hunger rising again. She knelt behind Mari, spread her soft cheeks, and leaned in.
The scent was intoxicating. Warm. Wet. Inviting.
Mika kissed her first — soft lips pressing to Mari's soaked folds.
Mari groaned.
Then Mika licked — slowly, thoroughly — letting her tongue part Mari's lips and trace a line from bottom to top.
"Mmm—fuck—yes… just like that…"
Mari's hips moved with her, riding the rhythm, gasping each time Mika's tongue circled her clit.
Ayaka watched from the side, fingers lazily sliding between her own legs as she moaned at the sight.
"You look so good with your face buried in her pussy," she whispered.
Mika licked faster now, her mouth wet and messy, her fingers spreading Mari wider so she could suck her clit gently between her lips.
Mari's moans turned desperate.
"I'm gonna cum, baby—don't stop—fuck!"
Her thighs tensed. Her back arched. She came with a choked cry, gripping the edge of the bath, body shaking as Mika licked her through every wave.
When she collapsed into the water, Ayaka climbed over Mika's thigh and straddled it.
"Now me," she whispered, grinding gently.
Mika grabbed her by the hips and helped her move — their bodies slick, lips crashing in a deep, wet kiss as Ayaka rode her thigh, moaning loudly, chasing her own release.
"I'm so close—don't stop—I'm cumming—!"
Ayaka's body shuddered as she fell apart, her moans muffled by Mika's kiss, her hips grinding until the tremors slowed.
The three girls collapsed into the bath together, limbs tangled, hearts racing.
Steam rose around them. Candles flickered.
No clients. No masks. No money. Just heat, skin, and trust.
Mika closed her eyes and smiled.
This wasn't work. This was freedom.