Cash Only

Nick Manning picks up the phone and dials up his buddy Andrea, the masseuse he's known forever, to book a session. He strolls in, and damn, it's Rayveness at the door greeting him with that sly smile. Nick leans in close and whispers, 'My wife's been eyeballing those credit card bills, spotting all these weird charges—time to switch to cash for my rubs from now on.' The massage kicks off smooth and firm under Andrea's expert hands, but Nick cuts to the chase: 'Hey, I'm here for that happy ending, you know the drill.' Little does the fool realize, she's about to crank it up way past his wildest expectations—gonna leave him grinning like a cat that caught the cream and then some.