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Chapter XIII

"Maturing"

Part 18

... The cozy café exuded warmth as Anna and Melissa sat facing each other, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the irresistible scent of the delectable desserts which were baking right there.

Melissa did her best to maintain an air of nonchalance, though it was hard to ignore the sight before her.  Anna's sluttiest outfit left little to the imagination, her voluptuous curves practically bursting out of her attire. From her cock-sucking pillow lips to her round silicone-enhanced bosom, and even her nails, which resembled Melissa more like harpia talons, Anna was a walking advertisement for cosmetic enhancements. And let's not even get started on her rear end, which seemed to have a gravitational pull all its own, drawing the attention of every patron in the café.

"Good to see you, Mel," Anna greeted with a smile as she took a sip of her latte. "By the way... you look... different today. Much better."

Melissa returned the smile, though she couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort under Anna's scrutinizing gaze. "Thank you, Miss Swanson... you also looks ... great... And how's mom?"

Anna's giggling reverberated through the café, drawing the attention of nearby patrons. "Oh, she's something else, alright. A grumpy housewife who... well, let's just say she's trying to embrace her inner stripper MILF."

Melissa chuckled nervously, unsure of how to respond to Anna's cryptic comment.

Anna's smirk faded as she leaned in closer, her tone taking on a more serious note. "Listen, Mel, I wanted to talk to you about something. You know, I've been looking into the cost of hockey equipment lately... and let me tell you, it's enough to make anyone break a sweat. I'm guessing you wouldn't turn down an opportunity to make some extra cash, would you?"

Intrigued, Melissa arched an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "Sure. But what's this time?"

Anna leaned back in her chair, mischief dancing in her eyes. "I need a masseur for my nightclub. You know, it's tough work for the girls dancing there. They could definitely use some relaxation after strutting their stuff on stage. And who knows, there might be some cash-heavy clients looking to unwind too."

Melissa's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected proposal. "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"

Anna raised her hands in mock innocence. "Just a massage, Mel, just a massage. We'll find other people for other... ahem... services, you know." She flashed a playful wink. "But first things first, we need to give you a makeover. A little upgrade, if you will. What do you say?"