Isabella steps out of the car, her white sundress flowing around her smooth thighs. The fabric is light, almost sheer under the sunlight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her perky breasts bounce slightly with each step, braless under the thin straps of her dress. Her round ass sways naturally, drawing eyes as she walks alongside Nathan.

"Mmm, I can’t wait for this. I’ve been so tense lately."

Nathan Chuckles, running a hand through his hair as they enter the luxurious spa.

Nathan:

"You do love your massages, huh?"

Isabella giggles, pressing close to him.

"You don’t understand how good it feels. The way their hands work every muscle, deep and slow... it’s just so relaxing."

Nathan smirks

Nathan:

"I think I’d get jealous if I wasn’t so confident in myself."

Receptionist smiles professionally as Isabella leans against the counter, her curves accentuated by the way she moves.

Receptionist:

"Welcome! How may I assist you?"

Isabella emerald eyes glimmer as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I have an appointment—Isabella Laurent. Deep tissue massage."

Receptionist nods, checking the system.

Receptionist:

"Ah, perfect. You’re in for a treat! Our 'best masseur' is available today. He’s... extremely skilled. Clients always leave feeling completely satisfied."

Nathan laughs lightly.

Nathan:

"Well, that sounds promising. She deserves the best."

Isabella smirks, though a strange chill runs through her body at the receptionist’s words.

"Of course. Lead the way."

Receptionist gestures toward a dimly lit hallway.

Receptionist:

"Room 3. Please change into the provided attire. Your fiancé can wait here."

Nathan kisses Isa cheek.

Nathan:

"Enjoy, babe."

Isabella with a playful wink, she enters the massage room. The air is thick with the scent of lavender, candles flickering softly. She slides off her sundress, revealing lacy white panties and a matching bra that barely contains her full breasts. Her perky nipples press slightly against the delicate fabric. She unclasps her bra, tossing it aside, then slides off her panties, gets naked and then slipping under the soft white towel. Her ass lifts slightly before she settles onto her stomach.

"Mmm, this is going to be good."

The door creaks open. Heavy footsteps echo inside.

Isabella still facing down, her voice soft and relaxed.

"You must be the best masseur they were talking about. I’m ready."

A deep, familiar voice fills the room.

Her breath catches. Her eyes widen.

"YOU—?!"

Her body freezes, yet burns at the same time. Not him. Not now. Not here. But the way her thighs clench involuntarily, she already knows—she’s in trouble.