The Competitor

This casually dressed dude pounds on the door of Nuru Massage like he's announcing his arrival to the party. He slips Stephanie the secret password with a wink, and she swings it open, letting him strut right in. Alex is twitching like a live wire, all fidgety and on edge. As Stephanie peels off his clothes—shirt, pants, the works—he finally spills the beans. Turns out, he owns a massage joint just a few miles down the road, and business is tanking hard because everyone's flocking here. Curiosity got the better of him; he had to see what all the dirty hype is about firsthand. Stephanie works her magic, sliding that slick Nuru gel all over him, her body gliding against his in ways that'd make your toes curl. It's his first rodeo with this slippery, full-contact bliss—oily skin on skin, every curve pressing just right, building that heat until he's gasping. Damn, the guy's hooked. Eyes wide, breath ragged, he can't hold back. 'Holy shit, Stephanie,' he blurts, still buzzing from the release. 'Come work for me. I'll make it worth your while—double the fun, triple the tips.' Cocky grin and all, like he's just scored the ultimate steal.