Looking Good For The Boss

Paige Owens hustles around the salon, fluffing towels and firing up the oil warmers for another grind of a day. She glances up as her boss strolls in, catching her off guard. A grin splits his face—he drops the bomb: she's in line for a promotion this year. Hell yeah, she thinks, but then he leans in, eyes twinkling. Wants a bit more proof she's all in, ready to go the extra mile. Or ten. Paige blinks, head tilting like a puzzled pup. Extra mile? He doesn't spell it out. Instead, he hauls in his buddy, Dan Ferrari—tall, chiseled, the kind of guy who turns heads without trying. Boss smirks: clear some space in that tight schedule. Take real good care of Dan. The words hang heavy, loaded. Before she can spit out a question, boss vanishes, leaving her solo with this mystery client. It clicks slow, like dawn breaking. Not just any rubdown. He wants the full monty—a massage that ends with a bang, happy ending style. Shock hits her first, cheeks flushing hot. But damn, Dan's no slouch; handsome as sin, with that cocky smile begging for trouble. And that promotion? It's dangling like forbidden fruit. She's game. Whatever it takes. Paige grabs the oils, slick and scented, pouring them generous over Dan's bare back. Hands glide smooth, working knots loose with pro pressure. Bodies turn slippery fast, skin on skin sizzling. She amps it up, pressing her full breasts against him, sliding and grinding slow, teasing that excitement to life. Feels his heat rise, his breaths quicken—yeah, he's hooked. By the time happy ending rolls around, she's the one burning up. Ached and wet, craving her own release bad. Screw just the tip of the deal; she climbs on, riding that wave with him, turning his unforgettable massage into their dirty little secret jackpot.