Playing Around

Nick's grinding it out as an assistant trainer at the local racetrack, scraping by on peanuts while those hotshot trainers rake in the cash for half the sweat. Feels like a kick in the nuts, right? But hey, the owner finally tossed him a juicy bonus last week—about damn time for busting his ass. After a brutal day knee-deep in mud and horse shit, getting all grimy and beat, that golden afternoon screamed for some real unwind time. A massage? Hell yeah. One of the jockeys tipped him off about this Soapy Massage spot—sounded like the perfect way to blow some of that bonus on a little self-indulgence, the naughty kind that hits just right.