Behind The Boss's Back

Ryan McLane, the sharp-eyed boss of this steamy local massage joint, is starting to smell something fishy with his top earners, Kiarra Kai and Khloe Kapri. Clients keep griping that the girls are zoning out, vanishing for chunks of time like they're auditioning for a ghost role. He storms into the parlor ready to lay down the law, and bam—there they are, huddled up tight, just lounging around like it's happy hour instead of work time. The complaints hit home hard. Kiarra and Khloe snap into gear, batting those lashes and playing the wide-eyed innocents, swearing up and down that everything's peachy. Ryan's fuming, veins popping, but damn if those two don't charm the pants off him—figuratively, for now. He waves them back to their stations with a stern warning: one more bitchy client call, and their asses are out on the street. They scurry off, but Ryan's gut twists—he ain't buying it. A couple minutes tick by, and curiosity drags him to poke around. Holy hell, he catches Kiarra and Khloe buck-ass naked, tangled up in a sweaty heap! The guy's totally clueless, blind as a bat to the fact that his star masseuses are secret lovers getting frisky on company time, turning the back room into their private playground. They spin a wild tale, cool as cucumbers, claiming they're prepping for a fresh trick: the Nuru massage. Ryan swallows it hook, line, and sinker. They break it down for him—slippery gel, body-to-body gliding, the works—and his eyes light up like he just won the lottery. 'Count me in,' he says with a grin, itching to dive into this naughty demo himself. Gotta know the goods if he's gonna pitch it to paying suckers, right? Kiarra and Khloe exchange sneaky glances—they didn't see this plot twist coming—but to keep their boss in the dark about their hot-and-heavy secret, they'll roll with it, bodies sliding into action like pros.