You Can Get Me Signed?

Katrina Jade is buzzing with excitement for the Rock Hard festival tonight. She's been itching for that big record deal, and damn, this gig feels like her golden ticket to get spotted. To shake off the nerves, she calls up Eric Masterson for a steamy hotel room massage. Eric slides in smooth as silk, chatting her up about her plans and what dragged her to this swanky spot. But the sly dog doesn't dawdle—he zeroes in on that juicy ass of hers, pointing out all the pent-up tension begging for his hands. Katrina's no fool; she shuts that down quick and polite, telling him to back off her butt. He pivots to her legs like a pro, then hits her with, 'Flip over, babe, time to knead those pecs.' She's not biting on anything near her perky tits, though. Enter Eric, the silver-tongued devil, sweet-talking her into letting him work those tense beauties properly—says it's all part of the job. She eases up a notch, but he's clocking her vibe, so he drops the bomb: his producer buddy hooked up his client Rachel just like this, and boom, record deal in the bag. Katrina's ears perk up, hanging on every word, and she straight-up invites him to her show tonight. Too bad, Eric's tied up working late, but he counters with a wicked alternative to boost her shot at stardom. Will she dive into his dirty little proposal, or play it straight and grind her way to the top solo?