The Lesbian Daughter Swapping Fantasy Club: Mom's Complete Collection by Amanda Clover

Author:Amanda Clover [Clover, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: erotica
Published: 2018-06-11T22:00:00+00:00

Happy Endings

It isn’t a bad neighborhood, I swear. It is the sort of neighborhood with Vietnamese fusion food and lots of moms in Yoga pants walking around drinking smoothies and ice coffees. The address the Internet gave me leads me to a strip mall set at an odd angle with just two stores and the back of a 7-11 in the lot.

“Blue Dragon Tattoos,” reads the sign visible from the street. I see some tattooed twenty-somethings hanging around near the entrance. The door for the massage parlor is unobtrusive, tucked between that tattoo parlor and the 7-11. The sign is no bigger than a street sign and simply reads “FULL MASSAGE” and includes a small, pink female gender symbol next to the words.

This is definitely the place.

The kids hanging outside the tattoo parlor give me knowing looks as I approach the other door. I avert my gaze, feeling unusually nervous as I open the dark glass door. I find myself looking up a narrow flight of stairs to the second floor. I take a deep breath and head into this unwelcoming entryway. Up the stairs, I find a heavy door, like an apartment’s door with a peephole. A sign says, “Please knock for attendant.” I almost turn around and head back downstairs, but I knock.

“Just a second,” comes the muffled reply through the door. I hear footsteps and someone leans against the peephole. Apparently deciding I’m not a threat, they unlatch the door and open things up for me.

I am surprised that the grim door opens into a lovely, naturally-lit waiting room, with new age music softly playing and a rock waterfall next to a reception desk. The woman who greets me seems too young and too beautiful to be working at a massage parlor like this. She has thick, dark and lusciously curly hair that falls past her slender shoulders. Her smile is gorgeous and warm and her brown eyes seem amused by my nervousness.

She wears a simple white smock with a matching skirt and pantyhose. It is the sort of uniform a nurse might have worn a long time ago, but it has a modern feel to the cut and detailing. It is also very flattering of her modest curves.

“Hi, you must be Lindsay,” says the woman. “I am Rachel.”

A swinging doorway opens behind the reception desk and another woman emerges. She is obviously much older than Rachel and obviously related. This woman possesses the same slightly angled eyes and the same dark hair and long legs. Although still quite beautiful, the older woman has also had a lot of work done. Her tits, bulging from her partly-unbuttoned smock, are clearly fake. I think her plump lips are similarly enhanced.

“I am Eliana. Welcome. You send email about massage?”

It takes me a moment to process the woman’s thick Russian accent.

“Yes, that’s right,” I finally answer.

“Very good,” says Eliana. “We give full massage for woman. I specialize deep tissue, Rachel specialize healing massage. Which do you need Lindsay?”

My name sounds very strange coming from this woman’s mouth.

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