Rained Out

Frank's this over-the-top baseball coach, all flash and flair, strutting around like he owns the diamond. Big playoff game's washed out by rain, leaving him with a couple empty days to burn. While his boys pound away in the batting cages the next afternoon, he ditches practice for some R&R and heads to that shady massage joint down the block. One of his players spilled the beans about scoring some sweet extras there not long ago—yeah, the kind that hits it out of the park. Frank stretches out on the table as Beti starts kneading his shoulders, her hands firm and teasing. He doesn't waste time: 'How about a little happy ending for an extra fifty?' She hesitates, shaking her head with that shy smile, keeping it pro. He ups the ante—hundred bucks now. Still no dice, her fingers digging in deeper, building the tension like a full count. But when he slaps two hundred on the table, her eyes light up. Reluctance melts away; she grins wickedly and slides her hand lower, wrapping around his throbbing cock. She strokes him slow at first, then pumps harder, her grip slick with oil, milking every inch until he explodes in a hot, sticky rush. Game on, coach—batter up!