The Lost Dog

Will's pounding the pavement like some manic yard-sale flyer, shouting Sparky's name. He raps on the massage-parlor door, red-cheeked and out of breath. Rayveness opens, takes one look at him and smiles wicked. "Haven't seen the dog, but I know a better way to calm you down while I ask the girls." Will shrugs, yeah sure, and Jayden hooks her arm through his, tugging him down the hall like she's hauling a prize calf. A couple minutes of her hands sliding over his back, then Jayden leans in, big tits barely contained, and purrs that there's an extra perk on the menu. Will's eyes pop wide at those headlights swinging in his face; he answers with a quick head-nod and a yeah-fuck-it grin before she even finishes the sentence.