Double Booking

Moka Mora struts into the massage parlor for her job interview, but the place is dead quiet—no one's around to roll out the welcome mat. Suddenly, Avi Love bursts in, all flustered and sorry, explaining how half her staff bailed with fake colds, leaving her scrambling solo. Avi thinks Moka's just there for a rubdown and asks about her appointment. Moka sets her straight: nah, she's interviewing for a spot. Avi slaps her forehead—totally spaced on that. Spotting Moka's outfit clutched in her hand, Avi waves her upstairs to suit up. Up there, Moka peels off her street clothes, eyeing her potential new turf with a grin. This gig feels like a winner; she's hell-bent on nailing it. She slips into a skimpy G-string that hugs her perfect, round ass like it was custom-made for sin. Then she snaps on the bra, draping a silky, rainbow-hued robe over it all. Damn, she looks smoking hot—and she owns every inch of it. Downstairs, Alex Legend rolls in, and Avi greets him with her usual charm. She drops the bomb: a fresh face, Moka, will handle him today instead of her. Alex shifts uncomfortably; he's used to Avi's magic touch and their cozy routine. But when he lays eyes on Moka? Jaw drops—she's a knockout. Avi smirks, promising Moka's a pro who'll leave him grinning ear to ear. They head up to get comfy, but as Moka sheds her robe and the girls start their thing, Alex freezes. Something's off; he's only ever gotten this treatment from Avi. Moka zips downstairs to spill the tea to Avi, and the two head up to sort it. Alex mumbles an apology to Avi—he's just not vibing with the switch. Avi's got a sly fix: how about both of us tag-team you? Boom—his nerves vanish like smoke, and his cock springs to attention in record time. Hell yeah, who's complaining about a steamy two-for-one?