Mine Is Better

Bella Blu's leading Seth Gamble around the spa, showing off the joint like she's got some secret sauce up her sleeve. He's this hotshot prospective client, eyeing membership, but the guy's yawning through the heated pools, fancy-ass workout gear, and run-of-the-mill massages. Dude, he mutters, I got all that at home or my gym— what's the big deal here? Oh, honey, Bella smirks, perfect timing, 'cause I've got the killer perk that'll flip your switch: a Nuru massage that'll leave you begging for more. Seth raises an eyebrow, skeptical as hell, but Bella's not backing down—she's got that cocky glint, pushing him to give it a whirl. Fine, she says with a wink, let's make it complimentary, and I'll be your personal slippery goddess. He bites, follows her to the room. Bella tells him to strip down and flop face-first on the mat, skin bare as the day he was born. She peels off her own clothes, slow and teasing, and damn if that doesn't snag Seth's full attention, his eyes widening like a kid in a candy store. Grabbing the gel, she drenches herself in it, turning into a slick, shiny vixen, then climbs on and starts gliding over him—every curve of her body rubbing against his back, his sides, building that heat. It doesn't take long before Seth's breathing heavy, his body's betraying him with a rock-hard excitement he didn't see coming. Whoops, looks like the skeptic's hooked now, tension coiling tight. Hell yeah, he'll sign up for this place, but first? He's riding out that slippery tease to the explosive finish, grinning like he just won the jackpot.