Feeling Restless Or Tired?

Lumi Ray flashes a sly grin as she welcomes her fresh client, Seth Gamble, into the spa. 'So, stud, what's on the agenda today? Where should I zero in?' Seth sighs, running a hand through his hair. 'I think my body's clock is totally screwed—can't catch a wink at night. Leaves me zoning out all day, screwing up my work and bombing every date.' His buddy swore a massage could reboot that sleep cycle. Lumi's eyes sparkle with mischief. 'I'll give it my all to fix you up.' She leads him down the hall to a cozy private room, door clicking shut behind them. Inside, Lumi turns with a wink. 'Strip down and hop on the table, handsome—let's get this party started.' As they both peel off clothes, she tosses out a flirty quip, something about his strong shoulders begging for her touch. But Seth's fidgeting like a guy with ants in his pants, missing it completely. She pouts inwardly—tough crowd—but shakes it off and dives in. Grabbing the slick Nuru gel, Lumi slides her body over his in a slow, teasing glide, every curve pressing just right. She whispers another playful tease, her breath hot against his ear. Nope—Seth melts into the table, eyes drifting shut, oblivious as a rock. Undeterred, Lumi amps up the heat, grinding a little harder, letting her hands roam with wicked intent. Still, the guy's floating in bliss, not a clue. Frustrated but fired up, she goes full throttle—lips brushing his skin, words dripping with promise. 'You want that rhythm reset? How about I throw in a happy ending that'll have you seeing stars?' Boom—Seth's eyes snap open, wide awake and grinning like he just won the lottery, all in for her naughty plan.