What're You Two Up To...?

Seth Gamble's sprawled out, getting his usual rubdown from Katie Kush, but damn, their secret bang sessions turn every 'massage' into a steamy hookup. She's slathering them both in slick gel, grinding their bare skin together like she's gunning for the dirtiest finish line. Bodies sliding, heat building—yeah, it's pure fire. Bam! Door swings open, and in struts Katie's coworker, Vanessa Sky. Katie and Seth spring apart like guilty kids, but too late—Vanessa's eyes bug out at the naked duo. Suspicion hits her like a truck. Katie blurts out it's just a nuru massage, all slippery and legit. Vanessa's not buying it; she didn't even know the parlor did that kinky shit. "Show me," Vanessa demands, arms crossed, eyebrow arched. Katie and Seth sweat bullets but play along to dodge the bust. Katie dives back in, working Seth's body with those slow, teasing nuru slides under Vanessa's laser stare. They try keeping it tame—no funny business—but the sparks between them? Electric. Obvious as hell. Vanessa's hooked, cheeks flushing, thighs clenching. She calls bullshit on their act. Tense beat hangs. Then, with a wicked grin, she lays it out: 'I keep my mouth shut... if you let me crash this party.' Game on.