Officer Of Seduction

Eric Masterson pulls Jack Vegas aside, eyes wide like he's spilling state secrets. 'Hey man, you gotta watch your back,' he says, voice low and urgent. 'Saw this crap on the news—undercover cops raiding massage joints, slapping cuffs on anyone pulling shady moves.' He paints the picture of the lead investigator: blonde hair, sharp eyes, that girl-next-door vibe masking a no-bullshit attitude. Jack's gut twists. 'Holy shit,' he mutters. 'That's gotta be Cadence Lux, my client right now. Blonde, perky, total fox.' No way he's getting burned. Jack's all business now, cocky grin creeping in—he'll flip this script. He leads her to the room, hands her the oil, and watches her squirm. 'You start, babe,' he teases, making damn sure she dives in first, chasing her own naughty itch while he plays innocent. Watch him outsmart the setup, turning the tables with a wink and a thrust.