Trying Out The New Masseuse

Codey Steele's fresh off the boat as assistant to massage parlor boss Reagan Foxx. Kid's pumped to soak up every detail while she struts him through the joint. Tour wraps, and he zeros in on this NURU setup—looks way kinkier than the standard rubs. Instead of spilling the beans, Reagan smirks and says, nah, time to grill a job candidate for masseuse gig. Codey jumps to it, hauls in Whitney Wright, and drops her at Reagan's feet. Chick's a total fit, all eager and pro, but Reagan hits Codey with a curveball: make Whitney massage you, right now. Dude stammers, face red as a cherry, trying to wiggle out. Boss lady shuts him down quick— you're my sidekick, remember? Help however I need. How's she supposed to test the girl's hands-on chops otherwise? Codey caves, all shy and squirmy. Clothes hit the floor fast, and boom—they're both buck-naked on that slick mattress. Reagan's eyes glued, sharp as a hawk, while Whitney dives in with her steamy NURU magic, grinding and sliding to seal the deal. Codey's all business at first, jaw clenched, but damn, those skilled fingers? He's crumbling quick, boner popping up like a flagpole. Mortified, he shifts, but hey, body's got a mind of its own. Reagan? Cool as ice. She barks orders for the full monty—every inch. Codey's mind's blown, luckiest break ever, as Whitney locks lips on his throbbing cock, sucking smooth and deep, lubing him up for the main event. To clinch her spot, he flips the script and pounds Whitney hard right there, boss watching every thrust. Ballsy move, but will it tip the scales? Nailed it, or nah? Straight from the twisted mind of Fantasy Massage fan Sapphlix.