Amaranthine

Lira had been planning this for weeks. Kennedy was out of complex on training. She'd convinced Ms. Swan that a deep tissue massage would help her stay in fighting shape after transitioning to a leadership role. Hell, she'd taken the fucking massage certification course in college while fantasizing about exactly this.

The point was, she was prepared. None of this was an accident. She had as perfect an opportunity for seduction as anyone on earth had ever had.

So why, as Elizabeth walked slowly down the stairs in that tight black silk robe, couldn't Lira even think.

C'mon, Lira, she coached herself, No-one is out of your league. Not even.... her.

That robe though... or more accurately, the body barely covered underneath it. Elizabeth always managed to look perfectly put together while still threatening to spill right out of whatever she'd wrapped around her killer figure, but even working as intended, her robe didn't cover much.

The sway of her breasts with each step was hypnotic. Maybe literally so, as Lira's eyes tracked them down the stairs, and then, without her being consicious of it, Elizabeth was a step in front of her, clearing her throat.

"Lira," she said as the enthralled redhead finally met her eyes, "If this is your reaction to me simply walking down the stairs, I don't have high hopes for the quality of your work here. I understand I am to be nude for this."

Her full red lips quirked up, drawing Lira's eyes. The movement of her shoulders and the soft rustle of silk as she undid the robe's wrap had to be a daydream. No way was the Black Fucking Swan standing naked in front of her right now.

Seeing, however, was beleiving. Lira's eyes traced down Elizabeth's body, taking in her perfectly toned muscle, still somehow soft and feminine despite imparting the perfect knowledge that she could snap Lira in half with her thighs. Lira's mouth was dry, but still, she forced out words.

"That's right!" She croaked, wincing as her voice broke like a teenage boy. "Uh, thank you for being so proactive!"

Christ, girl, you had game thought out in advance for this and that's the best you can do? She admonished herself. She smiled, hoping it didn't look as nervous as she felt, and gestured towards the massage table she had set up in the enormous living room.

The Director smiled at her, letting her eyes flick down over Lira's body after they met her own. Lira felt her cheeks heat up. She wasn't dressed any different than usual, but as usual, that meant she wasn't wearing much. She figured the sports bra and booty shorts would make sense, no point in getting massage oil all over dress clothes, right?

Elizabeth laid down on the table, languidly stretching herself over the soft leather. She pulled her raven hair to fall down over the side of her neck as she rested her head in her arms, looking back at a, still stunned, Lira.

"Well?" She purred, quirking one perfect eyebrow at the redhead.

"Right!" Lira yelped, jumping into action. She wore a belt with holsters for her oils draped around her waist, and took a pump, rubbing the liquid onto hands to warm it. Taking a deep breath, she touched her.

Just her calf, at first. Far from making her more nervous, she found starting in on what she was, ostensibly, here for calmed her. The woman was tense. All-consuming lust aside, Lira took her job seriously, and while this wasn't what she normally did with PT patients, the opportunity to tune up this amazing body pulled her in.

She worked her thumbs deep into the thick muscle, focused entirely on the work. Before she knew it, she had worked over both of the Director's feet and lower legs, and the woman was panting from pain and release. As Lira's hands slid up past the back of Elizabeth's knee to her thigh, her eyes followed them, and she snapped back to herself and the reason she'd set this all in motion.

Between her legs, and under her natural wonder of an ass, Elizabeth's pussy glistened with arousal. Lira felt herself freeze as her eyes locked onto her goal, but she pushed through, moving her hands up to work at the smooth muscle of the Director's thighs.

Stupid. Should've known the best way to turn her on would be to be actually good at this. Kind of her thing after all. Glad the training took over.

As she worked over the Director's thighs, hands sliding over tense muscle and sensitive skin, she picked up a shift in the sounds Elizabeth made. Soon, a scent distinct from the light floral smell of the massage oil reached her, and her eyes locked back onto Elizabeth's juicy pussy.

Her hands had worked upwards, and she was now kneading the flesh just beneath her asscheeks, fingers sliding down to her inner thighs. On one dip, she found the audacity to let her thumb brush against the plump lips between the Director's legs.

Lira felt her twitch, but not protest. After a moment, she let herself brush against her again, then once more. Her own heart pounded in her chest, and she had to restrain herself from cocking this all up at the last minute. Taking a deep breath, she rose to her knees on the table, placing her hand gently over the heat between the Director's legs.

"Elizabeth, I-"

"I know, Lira. Please, if you would."

It's happening, ohmygod, it's happening, Lira's mind raced as her fingers trembled, but she steeled herself. Touch softened by the oil, she massaged gently at Elizabeth's entrance for a moment, feeling her hips rise up to meet Lira's fingers. This... this Lira was more comfortable with. She placed a firm hand on the Director's shoulder, squeezing it gently as the woman looked up at her.

"Relax," Lira said, smiling down at her. "I'm a professional."

She slid two fingertips between the lips of the Director's pussy, dipping them into the wet heat between her legs. She pressed them downward, not deep, and felt Elizabeth's entire body relax as her fingers worked at her g-spot. She bent over, kissing at the her neck just beside where her hand rested on her shoulder.

Without any effort at all, the Black Swan rose up against Lira's weight hand shooting up to grab the back of her head and pulling her into a deep, hungry kiss. Lira moaned into that kiss, fingers leaving Elizabeth as her hand rose to cup her jaw, savoring a kiss that she'd been waiting for so long.

The woman smoothly flipped herself over, pulling Lira's chest down to her own, but keeping their lips locked together. Lira traced her hand down between them, lightly pinching one of her perfect pink nipples on her way down as her hand sought Elizabeth's pussy once more.

She was no longer gentle, diving into that heat with wild abandon. Elizabeth's fingers clawed into her hair, her entire abdomen lifting off the table to meet Lira's assault. Lira could feel her begin to quiver, and smiled to herself through the kiss.

Then, after a decidely un-Swanlike growl, she found herself underneath Elizabeth. She wasn't quite sure how it had happened. It had been so fast and smooth that it honestly had felt like she had teleported. She didn't have any more time to wonder though, as the Director ripped off her shorts like they were tissue paper, and dove between her legs.

Lira's mind exploded. Just like the position change, she again wasn't sure how the Director was doing what she was, and she had even less wavelength to try and figure it out. It just felt good. So good, in fact, that Lira felt the first wave of orgasm shake her maybe a minute after Elizabeth's mouth had gone to work on her. As she lay there, panting and shaking in recovery, Elizabeth pulled herself up, kissing along Lira's neck as her lips quested towards her ear.

"Such a clever girl, Lira," she purred, as her fingertips began to once again stroke gently at the lips of her pussy. "Had alllll of this planned out. Allow me to show you my appreciation."

The Director set about doing to Lira what she had planned to do to her. The next hour was a blur of lust and orgasm as Elizabeth toyed with her body, bringing her to climax over and over, sometimes letting her finish, sometimes stopping just before, only to make the next twice as strong. If Lira had been able to think she would have been scolding herself for thinking she could manipulate the Director, and scolding herself even further for thinking it wouldn't be better just to let the woman use her like she was.

Eventually, long after she'd lost count of her own climaxes, a hot, aromatic heaf pressed into her lips.

"Your turn," came Elizabeth's voice, high above her.

Lira felt like lighting had struck her. Immediately, her arms locked around the Director's thighs, pulling her mouth tight to her pussy. She poured all of her gratitude, all of her lust, through her tongue into the woman. She resisted when Elizabeth's hand tried to push her away after her first orgasm, stubbornly continuing to lick and suck at the woman's clit. Lira knew she couldn't hope to even the score, but she did her damndest, only stopping when Elizabeth finally slumped backwards off of her face, leaving them both panting, and entagled.

After a restful moment, Elizabeth pulled herself up over Lira once more, meeting her lips in a soft kiss. Her fingertips traced gently along Lira's jaw as she gazed into her bright green eyes.

"So. How do I book another one of these... 'massages'?"