Impressing The Boss

Ryan Keely swings by her massage parlor to check on intern Codey Steele's first week. Kid's buzzing, says it's going smooth, but he's got questions about a real massage. Ryan grins, no sweat—she'll walk him through it on her own skin. She drags him into a private room. Without a second thought, Ryan peels off her clothes right in front of him, flashing that killer body that's pure temptation. Codey's all flustered, averting his eyes like a gentleman, but damn if he doesn't steal peeks when he thinks she's not looking. She struts to the table and flops down on her stomach, all smooth and inviting. 'Tension in my shoulders,' she purrs. He jumps in, kneading those knots like a pro, keeping it buttoned-up even as she lets out these low moans, raving about his strong grip. She's soaking it up, big time. He slides down to her lower back, her moans cranking up a notch. His hands freeze just shy of her ass—that hesitation? She clocks it, glances back with a smirk. 'What's the holdup, rookie?' Codey stammers he's not sure about the... posterior zone. Ryan laughs it off. 'This is full-body, hotshot. You always this bashful?' He nods, sheepish. 'Gotta toughen up if you wanna land a gig as a masseur,' she teases. Scared to piss off the boss, Codey slaps his hands right on her cheeks. She gasps, sharp and thrilled. He digs in, working that ass like it's his mission, and Ryan's loving every squeeze, moaning loud enough to echo. But it's heating up too fast for the kid. 'Flip over,' he says, 'time for the front.' She rolls, baring it all, and he starts on her shoulders. His gaze keeps dropping to those epic tits, no hiding it. When he gets to massaging her breasts, Codey's all in now, thumbs circling like he owns the place. Ryan's fired up, nipples hard, breathing heavy. As his hand drifts toward her pussy, no pause this time—he cups it bold as brass. She moans deep, 'Now you're catching on!' But Codey's just warming up, hell-bent on wowing his boss any way he can.