Massage Class Secrets Part One: The Conspiracy

Riley Reed's about to get the shock of her life today. Her buddy Carter Cruise is deep into masseuse training and ropes Riley in as her guinea pig. Carter's mom hooks her up with a slick new massage table as a gift, so they haul it downstairs and plop it right in the living room. Carter grins and asks, 'Where do you want me to zero in, girl?' Riley shrugs, 'My neck and shoulders are knotted up tight.' Sparks fly between them, thick as fog, so Carter peels off Riley's shirt and slicks her back with warm oil, hands gliding smooth. Riley's hooked on Carter's moves and pipes up, 'Teach me how you do that?' They chat up killer business vibes, brainstorming a secret massage club at school—pure gold. Pumped on the plan, Carter dives deeper, showing off pro-level tricks. Her fingers trail over Riley's plump, round ass, then she flips her over, inching slow toward those pink pussy lips. Riley's eyes widen—didn't sign up for rubs this intimate—but she blurts, 'Your turn, switch spots.' She's blushing hard, but follows Carter's nudge, starting with those perky tits, sliding down to Carter's hot groin. Carter grabs Riley's hands, steering them right into the groove, massaging deep. Riley squirms, 'This feels off, way too personal.' Can Carter sweet-talk her into it? Prove a top masseuse handles every damn inch of the body, or does their club dream fizzle out? Let's see what happens next.