The Female Client

Billy wraps up his session, pulls Sarah Vandella in for a hug and thanks her for nailing another massage. Tells her he already sent his buddy Ryan her way. Sarah beams, says she can't wait, then shoos him out the door. Five minutes later, Ryan Keely strolls in and plants herself in the waiting area. Sarah heads downstairs expecting another guy and nearly trips when she clocks a woman instead. Her practice is dick only. Ryan clocks the surprise, introduces herself, and Sarah puts two-and-two together. Sarah stammers, says she mostly rubs guys, but Ryan fires back, “Surely you can make an exception. I came all this way. It’s just a massage, right?” Sarah laughs it off and leads her upstairs. Once they hit the room, Sarah starts to step out so Ryan can strip. Nope. Ryan lets the dress fall on the spot, flashing every curve like she owns the place. Sarah blushes, heat flooding her face—she’s never met a chick this cocky. Ryan keeps her eyes glued on Sarah the whole time, already licking her lips. Billy wasn’t lying; this masseuse is smoking. Ryan plans on tasting every inch before she leaves.