A Quick and Slippery Recovery

James Angel wakes up with a neck so stiff it feels like he slept on a pile of bricks. Damn, that hurts. His buddy hooks him up with a number for some massage joint that swears by this 'Nuru' thing—supposed to work miracles. James hasn't a clue what Nuru is, but hey, if it fixes his ache, sign him up. He dials, and boom—they're sending a pro right to his door. Score. Not long after, Lacey Jayne rolls up in a pickup, her massage mattress bouncing in the bed like it's ready for action. James steps out to say hey, and holy shit—Lacey just peels off every stitch, bold as brass in broad daylight. She grins, eyes twinkling with mischief, and tugs at his clothes. 'Your turn, handsome.' Heart pounding, he strips down, feeling the sun on his skin and a thrill he didn't see coming. She hops onto the mattress, slicking it up with that gel stuff, and pulls him in close. Her body slides against his, all slippery curves and expert hands kneading his sore spots. Neck tension? Gone. But damn, this ain't your average rubdown—her tits press firm, hips grinding just right, building heat that's pure fire. James didn't sign up for this slippery ride, but hell, it's loosening him up in ways he never imagined. And when she wraps her hand around his throbbing cock, stroking slow and teasing till he explodes in that happy ending? Yeah, he's feeling a whole lot better—neck fixed, and then some.