Nuru Trial by Fire

Poor Billy drew the short straw, stuck fronting a massive work presentation his lazy-ass boss was meant to handle. Meanwhile, the big shot bailed for the afternoon, parking his butt in those plush corporate seats at the Dodgers game, leaving Billy to sweat it out solo. By day's end, the guy's fried—stressed to the max, heart pounding like he just ran a marathon. Screw it, he figures, time to finally hit up that Nuru massage spot he's been hearing whispers about, the one promising slippery, no-holds-barred relief that'll melt his worries away with a wicked grin.