Double Vision

Frank, the eye doc with those thick glasses, strolls into the local massage joint like he owns the place. Maya, the sharp-eyed madam, hits him with a sly grin right at the door and lays on the charm thick—winking, brushing his arm, the works. It throws him off his game; guy's blushing like a schoolboy, shifting on his feet. He picks Piper for a straight-up relaxing body rub, nothing fancy. As Piper grabs his hand and steers him down the dim hall to the massage room, Mindy sidles up to Maya with a wicked smirk. 'That Piper? She dishes out way more than just a body massage—full-service fireworks, honey.' Maya's jaw drops; no way in hell. Got to see this for myself, she thinks, strutting straight in just as Piper's fingers hook into Frank's shirt, peeling it off slow and teasing.