Who On Earth HATES Massages!

Lacy Lennon's holding down the front desk at this steamy massage joint when Kristen Scott strolls in, looking all jittery as hell. Kristen spills that her boyfriend hooked her up with a gift certificate for a massage, but she wants her cash back. Turns out, she's got zero love for massages—past ones left her feeling wrecked. Lacy pries a bit, and Kristen confesses it's always dudes doing the rubbing, leaving her sorer than before. Lacy smirks, laying out the rules: no returns on her watch. But hey, she bets Kristen's issue is she's never felt hands like a woman's. So, Lacy pitches a deal—let her work those knots out, and if Kristen still despises it, full refund. Dig it? Get a discount on the next round. Kristen's eyes light up at the no-lose setup and caves. Lacy wastes no time, coaxing Kristen to peel off her clothes and stretch out on the table, all bare and ready. Those skilled fingers hit her skin, and bam—Kristen's melting like butter. She plays tough, pretending it's no big thrill, but Lacy sees right through that fake grit. Hell bent on blowing Kristen's mind, Lacy ramps it up, sliding those touches into straight-up naughty territory. Kristen jolts at first, but Lacy's smooth talk pulls her in, and soon she's sinking back, soaking up that sweet happy ending. Kristen's world flips as Lacy goes full dive on her pussy, cranking the pleasure to eleven. She shudders and moans, chasing peaks she never knew. Not one to just take, Kristen flips the script quick, diving in to return the favor with eager laps and fingers. Deep down, she knows she's hooked—massages by a chick? Night and day better than those lame dude sessions. No more hating on 'em; she's all in now.