“Mmmm… come on baby. You can work it better than that.” Rachel purred at her.

For a second Bianca's jaw hung open in shock, but bolstered by the memory of Esteban's warm honey voice, she smiled.

Her tongue flicked down the underside of the fruit and she pursed her lips around its girth.

Rachel laughed out loud. “Oh, you think you can out-do me?”

She grabbed the largest of the remaining bananas and yanked back the peel. “Oh, no. This is how it's done.”

Rachel's banana disappeared down her throat. Bianca's eyes widened in surprise; she took the challenge.

Gradually she started working the banana further and further into her throat, calling to mind the thrusts of the dildo the night before. Soon the fruit, sloppy wet from spit, was pushing against her gag reflex. Bianca did her best to maintain control.

It was Rachel's turn to wear the wide eyed look of shock. Bianca was proud having managed to finally surprise her oldest friend.

From behind her she heard a throat being cleared. Rachel bit the end of her banana off and began giggling between chews. It wasn't her brazenness that had caused the surprise but rather…

Roger.

“I told Roger we might not hear the door, so he should just come on in when he got here,” Rachel managed to sputter out.

Bianca whirled around, feeling the heat of a full body blush overtake her. She chomped down on the banana.

Roger tried to suppress his smile. “You two ladies have appointments at Spa Primal in one hour.”

“Since when?”

“I set it up this morning. My sister is the manager there.”

Bianca bristled. “I didn't realize you also worked as a secretary.”

“I offer many services the lady of the house has yet to avail herself of.”

The damned smile never left his lips. Bianca willed herself not to blush. Rachel giggling behind her didn't help matters.

She took a deep breath.”Fine. I'll go get my purse.”

Inside, the spa was dimly lit. The air hung heavy with incense and enough humidity to keep the orchids that filled the nooks and niches around the room happy. The woman behind the desk wordlessly acknowledged Roger and whisked the women back into the locker room.

“Here are your robes, ladies. Go ahead and undress to your own level of comfort. Your therapist will be in to escort you to your first treatments momentarily.”

Rachel snatched the plush red robe out of the woman's outstretched hand, leaving the tan one for Bianca.

Bianca started to ask what treatments they were booked for, but the receptionist was gone before she had the chance.

Rachel was naked before the door clicked closed. Bianca did her best not to stare. “Are you really going to do this naked?”

“Yeah. Aren't you? How can they get to all the really good spots if you have clothes on?”

The challenge was audible.

“Fine.” Bianca slithered out of her clothes, tucking them into the locker. Pulling the robe tightly around her, she sighed.

A tentative knock on the door was followed by a young woman stepping in.

“Ms. Alvarado? Your massage room is ready if you'd like to follow me?”

“Um…” Bianca paused, not wanting to leave her friend behind.

“Her room will be ready momentarily.” The pleasant woman smiled and held the door open for her. Bianca followed her out the door and down the hall.

Bianca hated to admit it, but a day at the spa was just the thing. The warm oil and the strong hands of the massage therapist hit all the right notes. There had been places Bianca didn't even realize she'd been holding tension. Now she was fully relaxed.

Despite her relaxation, sitting around in the “recovery room” sipping water and reading magazines lost its appeal pretty quickly. Jeez, what's taking Rachel so long?

The tech darted through the door, towels in hand.

“ Excuse me?”

“Oh, um.. yes, Mrs. Alvarado. Can I help you?”

“I was wondering when Ms. Saul is going to be done?”

The dark haired woman checked her clipboard. “She's in the double massage room with her friend.”

“Um, no. I'm her friend.”

“Oh, well…” The tech looked puzzled then shrugged. “I'll show you to the room.” She padded down the hall amp; Bianca followed.

“She should be in here. I have…” She pointed over her shoulder and looked uncertain.

“Of course. I've got it from here. Thanks.” Bianca smiled and nodded.

“You're welcome. Excuse me.” She returned to work.

Bianca tapped on the door and then slipped inside. Much like the room she had been in, a shoji screen blocked the view of the room. Rachel's red robe lay across the chair that sat by the door.

Even if there were a dozen other red robes in the spa, the sounds that came from behind the screen were unmistakable- and hauntingly similar to the moans she'd heard standing outside the guest shower.

An equally recognizable voice growled, “Rachel.”

Bianca held her breath, frozen. She considered retreating. But what if they heard the door? What if someone walked in? She stood stock still, unable to make up her mind.

“Oh, fuck yeah. That's so good.” Roger growled.

Curiosity got the best of her. She peered through a crack between the two panels of the screen.

Roger stood behind Rachel, who was bent over the end of the massage table. They were both naked. His muscular legs were spread wide, ass pumping his…

Oh my…

Esteban was more than adequate. In fact, Bianca had often held him back out of fear. But this… The look of ecstasy on Rachel's face as Roger slammed his cock into her, which to Bianca's eye looked every bit as large as her purple dildo, was… intriguing.

With every impaling stroke, Rachel's eyes widened with shock and then slitted as he ground the base of his cock into her pussy.

Bianca slid down into the seat, suddenly hyper aware of her body swathed only in the robe. Bianca stared at the door. Her imagination drew vivid pictures of the massage therapist walking in. Certainly the moans and yells would catch someone's attention?

They certainly had Bianca's attention. One hand slid into her robe above the belt of her robe. The other tucked in below.

“ Ah, Roger, fuck me. Split me open. Hurt me.”

He answered with an animalistic grunt.

Bianca's imagination filled in the pictures that the sounds so masterfully painted. Her fingers played amongst her wet folds, stroking her clit and exploring the pleasures she could find inside herself. With every loud exclamation of joy from behind the screen her fingers found new ways to stimulate herself. With a soft sigh she plucked her nipple till it was fully erect and pinched it till it ached.

She found her eyes flicking to the door, at once dreading someone walking in and yet thrilling at the idea. Caution almost sent her to lock the door.

“ Fill my ass,” Rachel panted.

Oh, my. Bianca had never… she couldn't even…

She slid from her chair and crawled to the screen. On hands and knees she drank in the scene.

Roger's cock head pressed into the cleft of Rachel's ass. He pushed and Bianca saw her best friend's face bloom with pain, pleasure and utter abandon. His strokes started short and easy at first. Back arching, her hand reached back flexing and clenching silently begging for more when her voice failed her.

Bianca's own hand reached back as well, fingers first stopping to collect some of her own sweet slickness. The tip of her first finger tested the tightness of her ass. At first the resistance was too much. But watching the longer and longer strokes Rachel was taking with thrilled open joy was motivation enough.

Bianca wanted that.

Her finger found its way. With a twist of the wrist she found she could slide her thumb into her cunt.

Ahhh… oh.

Roger yelled out announcing his orgasm. Bianca's own crashed through her, making her elbow go weak. Her body tipped forward, bumping the screen.