Target Practice

TJ rolls up to Soapy Massage, and bam—Mika's there with a sly grin, waving him inside. They kick off chatting easy, like old pals. He brags about crushing it at the shooting range, feeling loose and ready to melt away the tension before his epic hunting adventure kicks off. Mika leans in, eyes twinkling, and probes about his 'machine'—is it still locked and 'load-ed'? Right on cue, her hand slides over his crotch, giving it a teasing squeeze while she lets out a naughty giggle that hits just right. TJ smirks, firing back: what kinda action you slinging today? She winks, voice dropping low. 'Baby, I'll give you all the target practice your heart desires—unleash those loads with a happy ending that'll leave you reloading for days.' Damn, that hooks him hard. He slaps the cash down without a second thought.