Grade A Rubdown

Bree Daniels struts into the All Girl Massage parlor bang on time, looking like she owns the place. Her masseuse, Rilynn Rae, flashes a sly grin and leads her to the changing room. Bree strips down slow and teasing—top first, then bottoms, letting it all drop with a confident wiggle. Rilynn asks straight up, 'Where do you want the most action?' Bree smirks, 'Hit those shoulders hard, they've got tension for days, but don't skimp on the rest of me.' As Rilynn's hands work their magic over Bree's skin, kneading deep into those knots, a nagging itch hits her—this chick seems familiar, but damn if she can pin it down. Bree starts chatting about her life, drops that she dabbled in massage therapy classes a few years back. Boom, lightbulb for Rilynn: that's it! They were in the same damn class. Bree lights up, remembering their final exam—swapping turns, grading each other's strokes like pros. Rilynn leans in close, confessing with a wink, 'Girl, I couldn't stop staring at you back then. Those looks? Total distraction.' Now the real fun: will Rilynn's pro-level skills melt Bree into submission, or does Bree flip the script and school her on some forgotten tricks? Hell, only one way to rub it out.