Parlor Tricks: Baited Straight

Whitney Wright and Zac Wild, those sneaky massage pros and work buddies, kick back before the next wave of clients hits. Whitney drops the bombshell: their upcoming appointment? None other than Christie Stevens. Zac lights up like a kid in a candy store—dude's got a massive crush on her, dreaming of sliding into her DMs and more. Whitney shuts that fantasy down fast: 'Hello? Christie's a gold-star lesbian, genius. As if she'd ever go for you!' Hell, even Whitney, who's all in on the ladies herself, hasn't scored with Christie. Zac's not buying it. Bam—stroke of genius strikes. He's dead certain he can flip her straight with some earth-shattering, mind-melting sex. All he needs? Whitney's wingwoman assist. She's rolling her eyes, not biting, until Zac ups the ante: his whole damn paycheck on the line. 'You're on, hotshot!' Whitney grins, and just like that, they shake on it—Zac spilling his wild scheme in hushed, cocky whispers. Fast-forward a bit, and Whitney's got Christie on the massage table, working her magic slow and teasing. She kneads those tense spots, drawing it out till Christie's butter-soft and sinking into bliss. The second Christie starts moaning about how good it feels, Whitney amps it up—sliding in that extra naughty touch with a sly wink.