When Mika entered the private suite, the woman was already seated on the couch — legs crossed, spine straight, sipping water like she was waiting for a job interview rather than a paid fuck.
She was beautiful. Not in an obvious, loud way — but soft, precise. Dark hair pinned into a loose bun. Cream-colored blouse, neat skirt, little gold earrings. Barely any makeup. Late twenties, maybe thirty. The kind of woman who probably said "please" and "thank you" to everyone, even when she was furious.
But her hands were shaking.
Just slightly.
"You're Mika," the woman said.
Mika nodded, gently closing the door behind her. "And you're…?"
The woman hesitated. "…Ami."
Mika caught the pause. But didn't press it.
Sometimes, people brought masks with them. Names, stories, reasons. Mika had learned not to pry. At Velvet Skin, the lies could be just as erotic as the truth.
Ami stood. Her posture was elegant, but her hands betrayed her again — clenching the hem of her blouse, then releasing it.
"I've never done this before," she said, voice soft.
"First time with a woman?" Mika asked gently.
Ami shook her head. "First time paying for… anything."
Mika stepped closer. "You don't need to be nervous."
"I'm not nervous," Ami replied too quickly. "I just… I've had these thoughts. I needed to know what it felt like."
"What what felt like?"
Ami met her gaze. Her cheeks flushed.
"To be wanted. By someone who knew what they were doing."
Mika's lips curved. "I can show you."
She approached slowly, like a tide inching forward. No sudden moves.
Ami stood frozen, breathing fast, eyes wide as Mika reached up and undid the first button of her blouse.
"Is this okay?" Mika asked softly.
Ami nodded.
One button at a time. Skin revealed inch by inch. The soft hollow of Ami's collarbone. The delicate swell of her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra.
When the blouse finally slipped from her shoulders, Ami stood there in her skirt and heels — bare-chested, arms at her sides, trembling slightly.
Mika stepped behind her and ran her hands down Ami's arms, fingertips grazing her skin like feathers.
"You're beautiful," she whispered into Ami's ear.
Ami exhaled sharply. "Don't say that unless you mean it."
"I wouldn't lie here."
Mika kissed her shoulder. Then her neck. Slow, wet, open-mouthed kisses that made Ami gasp.
When Mika's hands slid up and cupped her breasts, Ami moaned — sharp, surprised, like her body had been waiting for that touch for years.
Mika teased her nipples gently, feeling them harden under her thumbs.
"You like that?"
Ami whimpered. "Yes…"
Mika guided her to the bed and laid her down on the cool sheets.
"Keep your heels on."
Ami swallowed. Nodded.
Mika pulled the skirt down slowly, revealing matching white lace panties.
The fabric was damp.
"So wet already," Mika whispered, trailing kisses down her thighs.
She looked up. "Do you want me to taste you?"
Ami's lips parted. Her eyes were wide. She nodded.
"Say it," Mika urged gently.
"I… I want your mouth," Ami whispered, cheeks flushing. "Please."
Mika pulled the panties down and spread her legs.
Ami's pussy was glistening — pink, soft, trembling slightly under the attention.
Mika started slow.
A kiss.
Then a long, slow lick up her slit, flicking the tip of her tongue over Ami's clit.
Ami gasped — her whole body twitching.
Mika smiled against her.
"Sensitive?"
Ami didn't answer. Just let out a breathy moan and arched her hips.
Mika licked again, slower, circling her clit with lazy precision before gently sucking it between her lips.
Ami's moans turned frantic. She gripped the sheets like she was drowning.
Mika kept going — faster now, tongue working rhythmically, then suddenly dipping inside her, fucking her slowly while circling her clit with a thumb.
Ami came hard — thighs clenching around Mika's head, body shaking violently, mouth open in a silent scream.
When it passed, she lay back, dazed, panting.
But Mika wasn't done.
She crawled up Ami's body, kissing her softly.
"I want you to feel more."
Ami blinked. "I didn't know I could."
Mika kissed her lips.
"Touch me."
Ami hesitated — then raised a hand to cup Mika's breast.
Her touch was timid at first, but soon bolder — thumbs brushing Mika's nipples, marveling at the way they hardened under her fingers.
Mika moaned softly. She straddled Ami's thigh, grinding slowly as Ami's hands explored her back, her hips, her waist.
"I want to taste you," Ami whispered.
Mika paused.
"Are you sure?"
Ami nodded, her eyes hungry.
Mika rolled onto her back and guided Ami between her thighs.
Ami kissed nervously at first — lips brushing Mika's inner thighs, nuzzling the crease of her hip.
Then, slowly, she let her tongue slip between Mika's folds.
Mika moaned immediately — arching, threading her fingers into Ami's hair.
"That's it," she gasped. "Right there—yes…"
Ami found rhythm quickly, tongue flicking, lips pressing. She sucked Mika's clit gently, then harder.
Mika came fast — body tense, legs locked around Ami's shoulders, head thrown back with a cry.
But when she tried to pull away, Ami didn't stop.
She kept licking — slow now, deliberately overstimulating — and Mika whimpered, squirming.
"Y-you don't have to—oh fuck—"
"I want to," Ami whispered.
And she licked again.
And again.
Mika came a second time — softer, but longer — hips trembling, toes curling, chest heaving.
When she finally collapsed, Ami crawled up beside her, face flushed and slick with Mika's arousal.
They stared at each other for a long moment.
Then Mika spoke.
"You lied about your name."
Ami swallowed. "I know."
Mika didn't press her.
She just reached over, brushing a strand of hair from Ami's face.
"Why did you come here?"
Ami hesitated. Then:
"My husband doesn't touch me anymore."
Mika nodded slowly.
And kissed her again.