Career Day

Logan Long struts into his Career Day appointment and spots Krissy Lynn right away. Holy shit, that's his old high school teacher turned masseuse. He flashes a grin and starts flirting hard, like it's second nature. She laughs it off, remembers him as the class clown who drove her nuts. 'Keep it pro, kid,' she says. He nods, smirking. 'Fine, I need these credits bad, and I bet you'll teach me a thing or two.' They head to the massage room and dive in. Logan strips buck naked without a second thought. Krissy spins around, eyes wide, and nearly jumps out of her skin. She snatches a towel and tosses it at him. 'You don't gotta go full monty for this!' Once he's face-down and settled, she kicks off the lesson, walking him through client questions and her slick techniques. Logan's all about those credits, sure, but damn if he's not way more hooked on his hot ex-teacher. Her hand grazes near his ass, and bam—he yanks it right in, snapping her bracelet clean off. He chuckles, 'Hey, does this come with a happy ending?' That sets her off. She lays down the law: 'Massage me now, prove you've got skills, or get the hell out.' He jumps to it, hands roaming her back. But control? Nah. He gropes her ass, her tits—every sneaky chance. She bolts up, pins him with a stare, and sees it clear: this punk needs more than lessons. Time to screw the bad boy right out of him.