The spa was closed. The last therapist had left at nine, the front desk had locked up, and the only sound was the gentle bubbling of the water feature in the lobby. Ava was supposed to be gone too. But her phone had buzzed at 9:15 with a booking request from the owner, and when the owner said stay, you stayed.
Ava was twenty-three, thick in all the places that made her self-conscious. Wide hips, a full round ass, heavy breasts that strained against her tight black uniform top, and soft pale thighs that rubbed together when she walked.
She had long dark hair she kept in a professional braid, big brown eyes, and a shy quiet demeanor that made her easy to overlook. She was a licensed massage therapist, two years into the job, and she had never once broken a rule.
She had also never once
