Hit I.T. And Quit I.T.

Mandy's parked in front of that glitchy computer in her massage parlor's reception, frustration etched on her face like she's about to chuck the damn thing out the window. Lucky for her, rescue's rolling in. She's muttering to herself, 'Wonder if the computer company's sending another wimpy nerd this time,' when bam—Charles Dera struts through the door. Mandy's jaw drops; this guy's a walking hunk, all chiseled muscle and zero geek vibes. She rakes her eyes over him slow, devouring every inch. 'I'm so glad you... came,' she purrs, dragging out that word like it's her favorite toy. Charles? Clueless as a rock. He just asks how he can help, straight to business. She stays glued to her chair while they bullshit about the computer's issues. Then wham—he grabs the armrests, drops to his knees, face hovering inches from her crotch. 'Oh my,' Mandy whispers, heat flooding her cheeks. Tension crackles like static. Finally, he shoves the chair back with those strong hands, rolling her away. 'Gotta check under the desk—need some space,' he says. Duh, what else would a hot guy's doing on his knees down there? He scoots over, peering at the cables, ass flexing as he bends. Mandy's eyes lock on it, mesmerized. 'Wow, that's tight,' he grunts. 'Oh, you have no idea,' she murmurs back, biting her lip. He didn't catch it—too busy griping that the desk's a cramped nightmare to work in. He pops up, asks if she's tried rebooting. 'Yeah, I've been trying to turn it on, but it's not getting the hint!' she snaps, frustration lacing her voice. Alright then, time to reset the network. He dives in, fingers flying. At last, he turns, updating her: network's resetting, gotta wait it out. He glances back at the screen, winces—neck's killing him. Mandy's eyes light up like she hit the jackpot. Sly grin spreading, she points it out: looks painful. All that hunching over computers wrecks a guy's posture, huh? Charles nods, admits his neck's stiff as hell. Perfect—she's a pro at handling stiff situations. How about a massage from her? He misses the double entendre again, hems and haws about company rules on the clock. But Mandy pushes: it's payback for fixing her rig, and hey, what else ya gonna do while waiting? He caves. She hauls him to the shower. He's thrown—shower? But she coos it's all part of the magic. He trusted her with the computer; now trust her with that neck. After some back-and-forth, he strips. 'Gotta ditch the glasses—steam'll fog 'em, and I won't see shit,' he says. No prob, she grins—it's all about feel. Off come the glasses. Mandy drinks in his naked glory, impressed as hell, hands itching to grab. She lathers him up from behind, soap slicking over his skin. 'Turn around,' she commands, and starts scrubbing his cock. Her right hand wraps around it, and bam—horniness hits like a freight train. She dives a hand into her own pants, rubbing her pussy furiously. Charles squints, blurry vision catching movement. 'What're you doing?' he asks. Still stroking herself, she bites back a moan: 'Just building a good lather with the soap. Relax, let me handle it.' She keeps washing him, fingering herself to a shuddering climax, hand clamped over her mouth. He perks up at the noise. 'What was that?' 'Must be the network booting up next door,' she lies smooth. 'Rinse off and follow me to the massage room—we're up.' He snags his glasses, toting them like a lifeline as they head over. He stretches out on the mat, sets the glasses aside. 'Neck feels killer already—most relaxed I've been in ages,' he chats, loosening up, words tumbling freer now. Mandy oils his ripped frame, teasing that he was all stiff and business-y before—thought he hated her guts or something. Nah, he says, just shy around strangers. That's why IT: machines don't judge like people do. She's floored— a stud like him, shy? 'Why the hell are you shy with a body like that?' He blushes, admits he's always been the nerd type, inhibited as fuck. Wishes he could loosen up with folks, but never got the shot. As she body-slides over him, oil gleaming, she spots her in: wants practice with people skills? Her hands snake toward his dick. He's wary, grabs her wrist. They barely know each other—strangers, inappropriate, right? But she slips free, strokes his cock firm. 'Strangers? Nah, not anymore.' Bored fiddling with computers all day? Her grip tight on his shaft, she guides his hand to her dripping pussy. 'Wanna play with something warm... and wet instead?' Charles cracks—can't fight it. He wants her bad. Mandy jumps at the chance, schooling this sexy nerd on pleasing a woman while she mounts his cock, riding hard. Kid picks it up quick, pounding her to orgasms that shatter her world. Who knew a busted computer would score the best lay of her day?