Reya Lovenlight, the sharp-eyed masseuse, eyes her next client rolling in—the bratty little firecracker Emma Rosie. This entitled teen struts like she owns the place, barking orders from the jump. 'Make it hurt good,' she snaps, flopping onto the table without a please or thank you. Reya bites her tongue, oils up her hands, and starts kneading those tense shoulders. Professional as hell, that's her vibe. But Emma? She won't shut up, whining about the pressure, mocking Reya's technique, turning the session into her personal bitch-fest. It grates on Reya, that sassy mouth firing off one jab after another, but she keeps it cool, working the knots out of Emma's back with firm, steady strokes. Then, mid-massage, Emma ups the ante. 'Hey, why don't you make this worth my time? Give me that happy ending I've been hearing about.' She smirks, all cocky expectation, like it's her goddamn right. Reya freezes, hands hovering. Patience snaps like a twig. Oh, hell no. Enough of this spoiled shit. She leans in close, voice low and commanding. 'You want a happy ending? Fine, brat. I'll give you one that'll blow your mind. But you're doing every damn thing I say to earn it. No more attitude—it's lesson time, and I'm the teacher calling the shots.'
Reya Lovenlight, the sharp-eyed masseuse, eyes her next client rolling in—the bratty little firecracker Emma Rosie. This entitled teen struts like she owns the place, barking orders from the jump. 'Make it hurt good,' she snaps, flopping onto the table without a please or thank you. Reya bites her tongue, oils up her hands, and starts kneading those tense shoulders. Professional as hell, that's her vibe. But Emma? She won't shut up, whining about the pressure, mocking Reya's technique, turning the session into her personal bitch-fest. It grates on Reya, that sassy mouth firing off one jab after another, but she keeps it cool, working the knots out of Emma's back with firm, steady strokes. Then, mid-massage, Emma ups the ante. 'Hey, why don't you make this worth my time? Give me that happy ending I've been hearing about.' She smirks, all cocky expectation, like it's her goddamn right. Reya freezes, hands hovering. Patience snaps like a twig. Oh, hell no. Enough of this spoiled shit. She leans in close, voice low and commanding. 'You want a happy ending? Fine, brat. I'll give you one that'll blow your mind. But you're doing every damn thing I say to earn it. No more attitude—it's lesson time, and I'm the teacher calling the shots.'
