The Rock Chick Chapter 4
The Rock Chick Chapter 4 Rae draped a dressing gown over my shoulders; I thrilled as the soft fabric brushed against my skin, my freshly exposed nipples. I felt like I was floating as she led me back down the corridor and out into the teaming, noisy salon floor. Part of me knew that what had just happened - what was still happening - was utterly extraordinary, probably quite weird, and definitely not "professional". But another part of me was revelling in that weirdness. Rae was...