Going The Extra Mile

Savvy Suxx, the sharp personal assistant, hustles around Tommy Pistol's swanky mansion, keeping everything ticking for her rich, demanding boss. Bam—she freezes when Tommy struts in, nothing but a skimpy towel slung low on his hips, face twisted in a scowl that screams trouble. 'Where the hell's my personal masseuse?' he snaps. 'She's due for my rubdown right now, and this chick's never even a minute late.' Heart pounding, Savvy darts to her laptop and punches in the calendar. Shit—her blood runs cold. She booked the masseuse for tomorrow, total brain fart on her part. Mortified doesn't cover it; she's sweating bullets as Tommy looms closer, eyes narrowing like he's about to chew her out. 'You better fix this fast, or you're in deep, Savvy,' he growls, but there's a greedy glint in his stare. Panic mode hits her hard. 'I'll do it myself!' she blurts, voice shaky but desperate. Tommy's smirk widens like a wolf spotting dinner. 'Hell yeah, you will. Make it good—everything you got to keep me sweet.' They slip into the next room, all dim lights and that slick Nuru setup gleaming with gel and promise. Savvy steels herself, peels off her clothes till she's bare and bold, skin prickling under his hungry gaze. She's all thumbs at first, fumbling the slippery Nuru gel as she slides her body over his, hands roaming those tense muscles with tentative strokes. But damn, she finds her groove quick—pressing in deep, grinding slow and teasing, her curves molding to him like a custom fit. Tommy groans, melting under her touch, and Savvy amps it up, naughty confidence kicking in. She works him over extra sensual, trailing kisses and slick friction everywhere it counts, building that tension till she's whispering promises of the ultimate payoff. No holding back—she delivers the happy ending with expert flair, hands and more stroking him to explosive release, leaving him grinning like the king he thinks he is.