Cabana Girl Exposed

Ryan's been slinging drinks and fluffing towels all day at that snooty beach club, fetching crap for a bunch of uppity types who treat him like the hired help. It's grinding him down, turning him into a total gofer. Screw that—he's earned a damn massage. He strolls into this cozy parlor, and boom, there's Jenaveve, all charm and killer curves, her bust practically stealing the show. Wait a sec, he knows her: one of the rare decent folks from the club, always flashing a real smile instead of that fake crap. They click instantly, chatting like old pals. Before you know it, roles flip—Ryan's the one with the oil, his hands sliding over her silky skin, tracing every luscious inch. Heat builds fast; shirts come off, breaths quicken, and they're tangled up in a steamy tangle of limbs and low moans, turning that massage table into their private playground.