The Plot Thickens

Rayveness flashes a wicked grin at Taylor. 'Thanks for handling that client with me, babe. You were a natural.' Taylor blushes but owns it, leaning in close. 'Honestly? I loved every second. Kinda caught me off guard how steamy these rubdowns really get.' She pauses, biting her lip. 'But damn, I'm all worked up now—horny as hell and tense everywhere. Think you could work me over on the table? Help me unwind from rubbing that guy down.' Rayveness chuckles, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Hop up there, sweetie. I've got you.' She guides Taylor onto the padded table, hands gliding over her shoulders, soft and teasing. The touch lingers, sensual as sin, easing knots with expert strokes. Taylor squirms, voice husky. 'This feels amazing... but why the hell are you still in those clothes?' Rayveness smirks, peeling off her top without a word. Clothes hit the floor fast—hers, then Taylor's—baring smooth skin and curves begging for attention. Fingers turn bold, exploring every inch, turning the massage into a full-on naughty tangle of moans and heat. Taylor's hooked; this visit's etching itself deep in her mind, a sly little secret she'll crave replaying.