The Female Client

Billy pulls Sarah Vandella into a tight hug before heading out, grinning as he thanks her for yet another killer massage. He mentions he's sent his buddy Ryan her way. Sarah's cheeks flush with a pleased smile—she's touched he'd spread the word like that—and she waves him off with a warm thanks. Five minutes ticks by, and Ryan Keely struts into the parlor, planting herself in the reception spot like she owns the joint. Sarah heads down the stairs to welcome her new client, but whoa, there's a stunner of a woman waiting instead of the usual guy. Her gigs are all dudes, after all. Ryan flashes a sly intro, and bam—Sarah connects the dots to Billy's tip-off. She stammers an apology, admitting she sticks to massaging men, but Ryan just chuckles, leaning in close. Come on, make an exception—she's driven all this way, and hey, it's only a massage, yeah? Sarah nods quick, sorry again, but hell yeah, she'll handle it. She leads Ryan up those stairs to the massage room, all smooth and professional. Once inside, Sarah suggests she strip down. But before she can slip out for privacy, Ryan yanks off her dress in one bold move, baring every lush curve of her killer body. Sarah's eyes widen, a hot blush creeping up her neck—damn, this woman's boldness hits like a freight train. She's never clocked a chick this sure of her assets. Ryan's gaze locks on, stripping Sarah right back with those hungry eyes, zeroing in on the goods. Billy nailed it when he hyped his masseuse as smoking hot, and Ryan's dead set on scoring whatever she can from this setup.