A Female Please

Steven's beat after grinding through endless conferences all day—man, being a jet-setting businessman sounds like a drag. He needs to blow off some steam, bad. Flipping through his little black book, he's striking out left and right; nobody's biting tonight. Frustrated, he dials room service for a masseuse—a hot female one, naturally. When Sabrina knocks on the door, curves wrapped in that skimpy uniform, Steven's already losing it, paws itching to grab hold. She's all business at first, hands gliding over his tense muscles, but damn, the sparks fly fast. He can't keep off her silky skin, and she's got no real say—job's the job—but soon she's feeling that thick tension humming between them. Sabrina doesn't hook up like this much, swears she doesn't, but Steven? He's the smooth, toe-curling lover she's been craving forever. By morning, she's ditching her shift to stay tangled in those sheets. Bet my ass Steven's booking this hotel again real soon.