Reverse Psychology

Marcus London strolls into his afternoon appointment, spotting the empty reception area. He fishes his cell phone from his pocket and starts scrolling through it, killing time. In walks Liv Revamped, flashing a warm greeting. He glances up with a easy smile that flips to mild shock when he clocks that the masseuse is one of his patients. 'What are you doing here?' he blurts. 'Did you tail me from the office?' Liv bursts out laughing. 'No, you goof, I work here. You here for a massage?' He admits he wanted to mix things up, figured a massage would do the trick, but damn, she never mentioned this gig. 'Nope, didn't mention it,' she says with a sly grin. 'Am I supposed to spill every dirty little secret to you, Marcus?' 'Well, no... but this is a shocker,' he mutters. He drops his voice, adding that someone wrestling with her kind of issues could run into serious temptation in a spot like this—especially surrounded by half-naked bodies everywhere. The masseuse just smiles at her shrink. 'Nothing to sweat, doc. It's just work. Those urges? No stronger here than out in the world.' 'I see... but no way can I let you rub me down,' he insists. 'Way too unethical.' Liv apologizes, explains she's the only one on shift, so reschedule or stick with her. He starts to bail, but she gently blocks him, swearing she'll keep it totally pro. Hell, she owes him big for all the help, and this is her shot to pay it back with interest. He catches the real gratitude in her eyes and caves, reluctantly following her to the private massage room. Liv kicks off the rundown while she strips down. 'Whoa, what are you doing?' he asks, eyes widening. 'Massage starts with a shower, genius,' she teases. 'We doing that fully dressed?' He stammers he expected your basic rubdown, but Liv sets him straight: this is a NURU spot, not your grandma's spa. Marcus flusters hard as she lays it out, protesting that's not what he signed up for. She calms him down—it's standard package, pure relaxation therapy, same as the tricks he'd pull to chill out a patient. He concedes it might fly in other scenarios... 'And hey,' she cuts in, 'I don't mind one bit!' She sweet-talks him into sticking around for the ride, and he admits it's tough turning her down. She lathers up his skin and gets to work, hands gliding everywhere. Marcus tenses at first but starts loosening up, trying to vibe with it. She massages deep, then spots his hard-on. 'Enjoying yourself?' she quips, nodding right at his dick with a wink. He flushes red, hands darting to hide it, but she stops him cold. 'Chill, Marcus, it's totally normal. Happens to every guy. I've handled way worse!' He pushes back, saying this is all kinds of wrong, they gotta stop. 'C'mon, doc,' she purrs, voice all heat. 'Don't you get it? I want this bad. Not some addiction crap—this is what you do to me. Just you. You look out for me so damn well... let me return the favor.' Her hand wraps around his dick, stroking soft and slow. He lets out a low moan. Eyes lock, intense. 'I've only ever wanted the best for you,' he breathes. 'You're the best for me,' she shoots back. She yanks him close for a hungry kiss, tongues tangling under the spray while her fist pumps his cock with real affection. Her lips trail down his chest, his abs, zeroing in on his dick—she drops to her knees and sucks him off like she's starved. But Liv's not done; she hauls Marcus to the mat next, ready to unleash the full force of her thanks on the good doctor.