Total Workout

Rayveness spots Alex grunting through his workout, that shoulder screaming in pain. Damn, she's running this killer massage gig with skills that could melt away his ache like butter. She slides him her card with a wink—'Come get fixed up, stud.' Later, he rolls into the parlor, and she drags him straight to the shower room. He freezes when she strips down and hops in, but hell, who says no to that? They scrub up steamy and close. Clean and buzzing, she leads him to the hot tub, hands working magic on those knots. Things heat up fast—her touch turns electric, bodies grinding. Next thing, they're splashing onto the air mattress, pounding away till the finish line, no holds barred.