Doing This For My Daughter

Ryan Driller struts into the massage parlor, eyes scanning the joint like he owns the place. Jasmine Jae pops around the corner, spots his cop getup, and her jaw drops. She saunters over, all curious. 'Excuse me, officer... need a hand with something? You don't look like you're here for a rubdown,' she says. Ryan locks eyes with her. 'No, ma'am. You Mrs. Jae?' She eyes him warily. 'What's the trouble?' He lays it out: her daughter's busted for shoplifting, cooling her heels at the station. 'We rang the house—no answer. She said try you here, but the line was jammed. Kid was bawling, begged me to check if you're around.' Jasmine's face twists with worry, stunned he didn't drag the girl along. 'Caught her dead to rights. No charges yet, no bail? She's stuck.' Jasmine insists it's just a slip-up—girl's usually an angel. 'Can't you cut her loose this once?' she wheedles. Ryan shakes his head. Rules are rules. She begs harder, promising to set the kid straight if he springs her. But he stonewalls. As she haggles, she fiddles with her robe—it slips open, flashing silky lingerie that hugs her curves like a second skin. Ryan fights to play it cool, but damn, he's hooked. 'This breaks every rule, ma'am. Hell, I'm not even supposed to be here,' he mutters. She catches him ogling her rack. 'Eyes up here, stud,' she grins, knowing she's reeled him in. 'How about a massage? You boys in blue keep us safe—let me return the favor?' 'Yeah? Like what?' he shoots back, skeptical. 'Just a little rub,' she purrs. 'And you want your daughter out, right?' She just smirks. Ryan mulls it. 'Massage first. We'll see.' Jasmine beams. 'Works for me. This way, hotshot.' She guides him to the private room. He nods approval. 'Now what?' She steps close to peel off his clothes, but he backs up. 'Whoa, easy.' No way he's letting a civilian near his loaded piece. He unbuckles, sets belt and holster aside. 'Okay, have at it.' She strips him slow, murmuring how his uniform screams power and muscle. Then she herds him to the shower. Warm water cascades as she kneads his shoulders, chatting about his rough day busting crooks. He sighs, eyes shut. 'Feels damn good to unwind.' Bold as brass, she wraps her hand around his cock, stroking firm. 'I've handled my share of loaded guns, you know.' He jerks back a bit. 'This the massage?' She laughs. 'Saw you eyeing me while I stripped. Place is empty—just us.' He pauses, then admits it hits the spot. Lets her pump away. After a while, she nods to the mat. 'More fun awaits over here.' Grabs his hand, dips it in oil. 'Spread it on my tits—go on.' He groans. 'These feel incredible.' She lets him squeeze and fondle a beat, then urges him lower. He slicks her whole body glossy, then she returns the favor as he stretches out, totally blissed. 'I could do this forever,' he says. She slides her oiled curves over him, teasing. 'Don't get comfy—this is all for my girl!'