She's The Boss

Rayveness is all set up, but those two chicks she lined up for today are no-shows. Then bam—knock at the door. It's Sam. She tells him to hit the road and come back later. But nah, he pushes back: can't do it, gotta hustle back to that asshole boss of his. Only got this one measly hour. Rayveness softens, says she's sorry he deals with a prick like that. He pauses, eyes her up, then drops it: hey, any chance for a massage? She lets out a naughty giggle—rare as a unicorn these days, she says, but with the place empty and those other girls ghosting? Hell yeah, sounds like my kinda fun.