Emergency Massage

Nick bursts through the door of Soapy Massage, looking like a deer in headlights on steroids—totally frantic. Diana's on it in a flash, grabbing him by the arm and plunking him down on the couch to chill the hell out. She slides right next to him, her hand on his knee, and goes, 'Whoa, big guy, what's got you all worked up?' Nick blurts it out: he just bumped into his batshit crazy ex outside and needs a spot to lay low, pronto. Diana smirks, that naughty glint in her eye, and whispers she'll sneak him into one of the massage rooms. Nick's all gratitude, muttering how she's a total lifesaver for this. They slip inside, the shower kicks on with that steamy hiss, and bam—Nick's not wasting a second. He spins her around, bends Diana over, and plows her hard in doggie style, gripping those hips like he owns 'em while the water pounds down.