Some Extra Convincing

Tony walks into his own office and stops dead. A blonde woman he knows as Millie Morgan is standing beside a massage mattress spread across his floor. He exhales hard, already irritated. Millie owns a supply company and she keeps pitching Nuru gel for his chain of parlors. Tony thinks the whole idea sounds absurd and has told her so more than once. Today she refuses to leave until he tries it himself. She promises one massage, nothing more. If he hates it she will walk away for good; if he likes it, they talk business. He figures the fastest way to end the conversation is to let her do her thing and then show her the door. Millie strips down to smooth skin and pours the thick gel over her body until she gleams. She straddles his back and slides, full contact, the heat of her natural tits pressing and dragging while her hands work deep. The glide is slow, deliberate, every pass meant to sink into muscle and nerves at once. Tony feels the resistance in him start to slip. Her fingers stray lower, tracing between his thighs, and the touch turns unmistakably sexual. She turns, settling into a sixty-nine, mouth finding him while her hips hover above his face. Tony answers with his tongue, tasting the gel and the warmth beneath it. The measured slide becomes urgent. She flips again, guiding him inside her, riding the same slick rhythm that started on his back. Every motion stays close, skin on skin, until they finish hard and gasping on the thin mattress in the middle of his office.