A Very Competitive Family

London's tapping her foot like a drum solo at the massage parlor desk, eyes glued to the clock while she waits for her stepdaughter Paige Owens. Finally, Paige strolls in, looking like she just rolled out of bed. London doesn't waste a second—'Babe, you're covering my shift. I need out.' Paige groans; she despises those slippery Nuru gigs, all that gel and grind. But boom, the door swings open, and in walks Isiah Maxwell, built like a god with that easy swagger. Both women freeze, eyes popping, lips bitten—damn, he's a sight. London's got that hungry glint. 'On second thought,' she purrs, 'I'll handle this stud myself.' Paige? Not having it. 'Back off, Mom. I'm giving him the full treatment.' They bicker like cats in heat for a solid minute, voices low and feisty, until they strike a deal: tag-team action. Both of 'em on the boy. The massage kicks off, bodies slick with Nuru gel, and it's on—Paige and London turning it into a full-on rivalry. Who grinds harder? Who slides deeper? They're competing to blow his mind in every filthy way possible. Talk about family bonding. Isiah? Grinning ear to ear, loving every second of the showdown.