Massage Slut Part II
In that instant, as his fingers touch the soft, smooth, heated skin between her legs…the massage ends, and her gratification begins.
The massage parlor is a cocoon of quiet warmth. Soft, muted lights cast a golden haze. The air carries subtle scents of lavender and warmed vanilla with a touch of cloves. A low ambient melody plays from unseen speakers. Artfully arranged shelves of rolled towels, small stone sculptures, and flickering candles accent the inviting reception area and hallway beyond. The receptionist informs her that she has a reservation. “...
