The staff lounge smelled like warm skin and vanilla tea.
It was quiet inside. Soft lighting, plush cushions, long couches — a velvet cocoon tucked between pleasure and exhaustion. Mika sat in one corner, freshly showered, wearing the thin robe Riko had told her to change back into. Her thighs were still sore. Her heart was still fluttering. She hadn't stopped thinking about Riko's fingers since she left the private room.
Her body still ached for more.
"You're new."
Mika looked up.
A girl stood at the edge of the couch, her presence soft and feline. She had shoulder-length black hair and sleepy almond eyes. Her robe was open at the top, revealing the gentle swell of her chest. She had a cup of tea in one hand, a vape pen in the other.
"I'm Ayaka," she said simply.
"Mika."
"I know," Ayaka smiled. "I watched your interview."
Mika flushed. "You did?"
"Mmm. Everyone does. It's kind of a ritual around here — new girls get watched."
There was something teasing in her tone. Not cruel. Just amused.
"Sit with me," she said.
Mika hesitated, then shifted over as Ayaka sank into the couch beside her. Their thighs touched — bare skin to bare skin. Ayaka's warmth soaked into her immediately.
"You look dazed," Ayaka murmured, sipping her tea.
"I just finished… training."
"With Riko?" A slow grin. "Yeah. That'll leave a mark."
Mika gave a nervous laugh. "I didn't expect it to feel like that."
"Like what?"
"Like… I wanted it. Even though it was my job."
Ayaka tilted her head. "You think wanting it is a problem?"
"I don't know."
Ayaka didn't answer right away. She just reached out, slowly, and brushed a strand of hair behind Mika's ear. Her fingers lingered just a second too long.
"You have a sweet face," she said. "That kind of face makes people imagine how you taste."
Mika's breath hitched.
Ayaka saw the reaction and smiled. Then she leaned in — not to kiss, but to whisper.
"You don't have to pretend with me. If you're still horny, that's okay."
"I—" Mika swallowed. "I am."
Ayaka gently set her tea down.
Then she reached over, cupped Mika's cheek, and pulled her into a kiss.
It wasn't a hungry kiss. It was slow — soft, searching, a delicate teasing of tongues that made Mika shiver. Ayaka kissed like she knew exactly what she was doing, like she knew Mika needed it to be gentle.
Their lips slid. Mika moaned softly into her mouth. Ayaka's hand slipped under her robe, stroking bare skin.
"Lie down," she whispered.
Mika obeyed, sinking into the couch. Her robe fell open. Ayaka climbed over her, straddling one thigh, hair falling around her face as she leaned in again.
"I want to show you something," she said.
She kissed down Mika's neck, then her collarbone, then lower — kissing between her breasts, over her stomach. Mika arched as Ayaka's tongue traced slow, wet lines over her skin.
And then — she stopped.
"Your turn."
Mika blinked. "What?"
Ayaka shifted and reclined on the cushions beside her, pulling her own robe open. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her breasts were small and soft, her nipples already hard.
"You've never tasted a girl, right?" Ayaka asked.
"No…"
"Then come here."
Mika hesitated — but not for long.
She moved between Ayaka's legs, heart hammering. Ayaka spread her thighs slowly, revealing glistening pink folds already soaked and waiting.
"Start slow," Ayaka whispered, stroking Mika's hair. "Just kiss it."
Mika leaned in.
Her first kiss was tentative — a soft, closed-mouth press against Ayaka's lips. Ayaka sighed. Mika kissed again, then opened her mouth and dragged her tongue slowly up.
Ayaka moaned.
"Just like that," she said. "You're doing so good, baby…"
The praise sent a hot wave between Mika's thighs.
She licked again — then again — tasting salt and heat and something unmistakably erotic. Her tongue circled Ayaka's clit, and Ayaka gasped, hips twitching upward.
Mika felt a rush of confidence.
She pressed her lips to the swollen nub, sucking gently, flicking her tongue.
"Ahh—fuuuck, Mika—yes…"
Ayaka was writhing now, one hand in Mika's hair, her other clutching a pillow. Mika kept going — licking, moaning into the slick heat, her face soaked in Ayaka's arousal.
"You're making me cum," Ayaka gasped. "Don't stop, don't—!"
Her hips jerked, thighs clamping around Mika's head.
Ayaka came hard — full-body trembling, loud breathy moans, hips grinding against Mika's mouth.
Mika didn't stop until she felt the shudder slow.
When she finally pulled back, her lips and chin were wet. Her body was shaking — not from nerves anymore, but from a strange kind of hunger she hadn't known she had.
Ayaka opened her eyes and smiled.
"You're going to do just fine here," she whispered.
Mika leaned into her arms.
And for the first time since this all began… she felt wanted.