Risky Business

Vina Sky's clicking away at her laptop behind the reception desk, jotting down client bookings without a care in the world. Then boom—a smooth voice cuts through: 'Excuse me, hi, I'm here for a massage?' She jerks her head up, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Holy shit, it's Lucas Frost. This guy's a total stud, chiseled jaw, killer smile—her mouth hangs open for a split second. She snaps to attention, standing tall, and greets him with a flirty grin. Lucas slides in that he's eyeing a Nuru massage. Says he's done his homework, and damn, it sounds like the perfect fit for a guy like him. Vina's eyes light up—she's all over it. She pitches hard, rattling off how the Nuru works: slippery gel, full-body slides, all that deep relaxation jazz. Throws in perks like better circulation, stress melt-away, you name it. Lucas is hooked. 'Sold,' he grins. 'Can we start now?' Vina glances at her screen, bites her lip. 'Schedule's packed solid for a bit.' He leans in, flirty as hell: 'Aw, man, I was really hoping it'd be you rubbing me down.' She peeks back at the laptop, smirks, and tweaks a few things. 'You know what? I'm free right this second.' Grinning ear to ear, she grabs his arm and practically hauls his fine ass into the private room. In the room, Vina helps Lucas strip down, peeling off her own clothes at the same time. He reaches for her bra, eager to lend a hand, but she swats him away with a teasing laugh. 'Nope, I got this. Rules say no client handsies—can't touch us like that.' He chuckles and steps back. Moments later, they're both naked, stepping under the warm shower spray together. She grabs the soap and starts lathering him up, hands gliding over his ripped chest and abs. They chat easy—turns out he works from home, hits the gym like a beast. She admits she's fresh meat at the parlor, just a few days in. 'You're killing it already,' he says, and she beams, her cheeks flushing a bit. Vina's hands roam everywhere, working his shoulders, then dropping to the backs of his thighs. He spins around, and bam—his rock-hard cock's right in her face. She shoots up fast, eyes locked on his. 'Whoa, remember the no-touch rule? Last girl got canned for fooling around. I can't jack you off or anything—job's on the line.' Lucas stammers, caught off guard. 'Wait, I figured that was the full deal. No cameras in here, right? Our secret— I won't spill if you don't.' He grabs her hand, wraps it around his throbbing dick. The second her fingers grip that warm, pulsing length, resistance crumbles. 'Fuck it,' she whispers, dropping to her knees. She dives in with a wicked smile, sucking him playful and sweet, tongue swirling, lips tight around his shaft for a solid couple minutes. He's groaning, hips twitching—he's close. Suddenly, muffled voices echo from the hall. Vina freezes, pops off him, and stands straight. 'You hear that?' He nods, breathing heavy. 'Yeah, just another walk-in. We're good.' But she's not having it—'Nope, mat time. Now.' He stands there, dick bobbing, looking all surprised as she drags him over. She slicks them both up with that signature Nuru gel, bodies gleaming and slippery. Her hands knead his muscles, but Lucas is revved up, eyes hungry. 'Come on, door's locked—no one's barging in. Just hop on and ride me. Looks innocent enough, like a pro glide.' Vina's pussy's aching by now, slick with more than just gel. One sultry look, and she's game. She straddles him quick, guiding his slippery cock right into her tight, wet heat, sinking down with a moan that says they've both been craving this release like fiends.