The Revenge

Scott struts into the massage parlor, eyeing the menu like a kid in a candy store. Rayveness, all sultry smiles, lays out the packages—basic rubdown or the deluxe with extras that make your toes curl. She parades two girls: one sleek and teasing, the other... wait, Chastity? Holy shit, that's the chick from the department store. Scott got her canned for lighting up a joint on shift. Her eyes narrow, lips curl into a wicked grin. Payback time, asshole. Chastity hauls him to the dim room, slaps him face-down on the table. Her hands dig in hard—kneading his back like she's pounding dough for revenge bread. Shoulders? She crushes them. Calves? She twists 'em till he yelps. 'That'll be extra for the rough stuff,' she purrs, voice dripping honeyed venom. Scott's hooked, wallet opening like his fly. 'Wanna see the goods?' She grinds against him. He nods, cash flowing. Top off—tits bouncing free, nipples hard as bullets. Another Benjamin for the panties, sliding down to reveal her shaved, slick heat. She's in control, milking him dry in more ways than one. Handjob next? Cha-ching, her fingers wrap tight, stroking slow then furious, edging him to the brink. Blowjob seals the deal—lips engulfing his throbbing cock, tongue swirling like a pro, sucking him deep till he's gasping. And the happy ending? She climbs on, rides him raw, pussy clenching tight as a fist. He explodes inside her, spent and broke. Chastity? She winks, pockets the haul. Sweet revenge, served steamy.