Next Door Massage
2019·19 min·17.3K Views
Chase's eyes bug out when Rubi Valentine, that smoking hot neighbor, knocks on his door peddling her shiny new massage gig. He's all 'nah, not today,' but perks up when she spills how she's scraping by, desperate for clients. He plays it cool, sliding in with, 'So, what exactly are you rubbing down here?' Rubi bats her lashes all innocent-like, chirping about her killer deep-tissue work that loosens up every knot.
Chase smells opportunity thicker than her perfume—more than just a backrub, if he plays his cards right. He feigns total boredom, yawning like he's got better things to do. Rubi squirms, finally cracking with a freebie offer, right there on the spot. 'Hell yeah,' he grins, leading her to his bedroom.
She starts kneading his shoulders, oils slick and warm, but damn, the air crackles fast. Rubi's hands wander a tad too low, her breath quickening, but she pulls back, mumbling about keeping it pro. Chase smirks, whispering sweet nothings about hyping her 'amazing service' to all his buddies at work. That does it—Rubi's resolve crumbles like cheap lingerie. She dives in, hungry and unapologetic.
Whoa, talk about a neighborly rub turning into full-on fire. Didn't take long for this doorstep deal to steam up the sheets.













