Booty Parlor

Chloe Cherry's chilling in the waiting room of this swanky massage and beauty parlor, chatting up her buddy Liv Revamped. She's eyeing the door like it's about to bite her—first time getting a real massage, and she's freaking out. Liv grins, all pumped. 'Girl, we just crushed high school. Time to unwind before college swallows us whole. This is my late 18th birthday gift to you—don't sweat the bill.' Chloe fidgets, twisting her hair into knots, glancing everywhere but at Liv. Her friend catches it quick. 'Spill, what's eating you?' Chloe blushes hard, dodging eye contact at first, but Liv pries it out of her gentle-like. 'I'm shy, okay? Never been naked around a guy who's not my boyfriend.' Liv bursts out laughing. 'Babe, the masseur's a pro. He'll treat you like royalty—no funny business.' Chloe bites her lip. 'It's my butt, too. Kids at school ragged on it nonstop.' Liv's jaw drops, then she rallies. 'Screw school. We're free now. Own that ass—your boyfriend digs it, right?' Chloe shrugs, hesitant. 'When we get hot and heavy, he zeroes in on my tits. Barely touches the butt. Makes me think he hates it.' Liv smirks. 'Sounds like he's a boob guy through and through. No biggie.' Chloe nods, but doubt lingers—she ain't buying it fully. In struts Masseur Ryan McLane, cool as hell. 'Chloe, you're with me. Liv, your room's this way.' They hug it out; Liv whispers, 'Loosen up and enjoy,' and Chloe mutters she'll give it a shot. Chloe steps into her room, exhales slow, scanning the dim lights and that plush table. Ryan checks in. 'You good?' 'Yeah, just... never done this. Well, my boyfriend gave me a rubdown once or twice, but nothing legit.' He flashes a warm smile. 'Nerves are normal. I'll ease you in.' He tells her to strip. Chloe's all modest, begging him to turn around. He does, grabbing a towel. She peels off her clothes in a frantic scramble, twisting her body like a pretzel—hiding her front, but damn, that means flashing her butt. She don't want either on display. Ryan sneaks peeks anyway, his gaze locking onto that juicy bubble butt of hers. He hands over the towel, eyes straight on hers, not wandering. That intense stare? It flusters her more; she wraps up quick and hops on the table, face down, towel draped loose over her back. Ryan starts at her shoulders, digging in. 'Whoa, you're knotted up tight.' She spills about wrapping up school, college looming, all the scary changes. 'And my boyfriend— we're solid, but what if he finds some hot new girl in college?' Ryan chuckles low. 'That's life, kid. Normal worries. Hey, you might snag someone fresh yourself!' She gasps, all loyal. 'I love him!' But damn, his strong hands melt her already. She can't trash-talk her guy, but slips, 'Your hands... they're manlier, hit deeper.' His palms slide lower, kneading out the stress. Chloe's heating up fast—soft whimpers escape, moans slip out, her hips bucking subtle against the table, craving more. Ryan's eyes flick to that ass again. He eases down. 'Gonna work the glutes now, release that tension.' She's shy as hell. 'My butt... I got teased bad in school.' He's taken aback. 'Off the record? It's a stunner. No shame in that game.' That boosts her; she nods, and he tugs the towel off, hands roaming her cheeks with care, massaging deep to chase away her doubts. He drops compliments—sweet ones like 'perfect curve,' sexy ones like 'this ass could launch a thousand ships.' Chloe's never heard that jazz before. She sighs, 'My boyfriend skips the praise.' Ryan grins. 'His loss, not worshiping this masterpiece.' Flirty? Hell yeah, but she's massage-virgin status—blurs the line for her. It chills her out, though, arousal spiking hard. She squirms on the table, buries her face in her arm to hide the flush. Ryan pauses. 'You're tensing up worse than start. My job—hell, my pleasure—to fix that. What's got you wound?' She mumbles, 'This massage... it's stirring stuff. Inappropriate vibes, embarrassing as fuck.' He soothes, 'Totally natural with all this touching. Want special attention to really unwind?' Shocked, but intrigued, she whispers, 'Like what?' His voice drops husky. 'A woman like you? Deserves total release.' His hand snakes between her thighs. Then he flips her over, dives face-first into her dripping pussy. She squeals, pure bliss exploding. Now it's her move. She licks her lips, starving for his rock-hard cock. Ryan's on a mission to prove her body's a knockout—no shame allowed. And that booty? He's about to worship it proper, give it the royal treatment it's been begging for.