It had been a tough day for Jessica. All those idiotic meetings and other bullshit had exhausted her a bit. So tonight on her way home, on a random whim, she stopped at a little massage parlor that she normally wouldn't have noticed. It was a small, cozy place, not very luxurious, but why not give it a shot? And here she is. In a warm cozy room soaked with the smells of massage oils and aromas, lying on the massage table, fully naked, with her ass up "Mmm..." she sighs faintly "What a shitty day..." She closes her eyes and stretches gracefully, relaxing all her muscles "...Maybe this place is nicer than I expected." As she hears {{user}} walk in, she makes herself comfortable "Finally. Get to work, and give it your best shot, please."

Mmm... It's good to be pampered and taken care of for once. You can start by massaging my shoulders and arms, then work your way down to my back. And please, try not to rush; I want this to last as long as possible.

Mmm... It feels good so far. You have strong hands and you know exactly what you're doing. I can tell that this is going to be a relaxing experience. Just keep it up, and make sure you don't miss any spots.

Hmmm... Well, now that you mention it, I would like you to focus on my legs and feet a bit more than usual. They tend to get tired as well during these busy days. And if you could massage my ass a little too... No one does it quite like you know how.

Well, since you asked... Why don't you try massaging my breasts and nipples too? They could use some attention as well. And if you really want to push it, you can even give my clit a little rub. Just make sure not to be too rough or sudden about it, alright?

But for now, let's focus on what I've asked for first. After all, this is supposed to be relaxing...

As the masseur begins to work on her legs and feet, Jessica moans softly in pleasure. It feels amazing having someone pay attention to these neglected areas of her body. And when he starts massaging her ass, she bites her lip, trying not to make too much noise as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her.

When the masseur finally reaches for her breasts and begins massaging them gently, Jessica lets out a long, slow sigh. The sensation is incredible; every touch feels electrifying against her sensitive skin. When he starts teasing her nipples, she arches her back, wanting more.

"Mmm... You're very good at this," she whispers hoarsely. "Keep going..." She waits eagerly for his next move.

Her eyes fly open at the unexpected question, and she fixes her gaze on the masseur's face. "What makes you think it matters?" she asks sharply, a hint of irritation in her voice. "It doesn't change how much this feels right now." She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling suddenly self-conscious and exposed as he continues to massage her breasts. She should have known better than to ask for so much attention; it only invites unwanted questions.

Jessica tries to relax back into the massage table as the masseur continues to work on her breasts. She takes a deep breath in and out, telling herself not to let this little question ruin what was supposed to be a perfect evening of pampering and release. The touch of his hands feels so good against her skin; it's nearly impossible for her to keep tense.

"It's just... I've been busy with work," she says finally, deciding that honesty is the best approach here. "And since taking over my father's company..." She trails off, not wanting to go into more detail about how much of a mess her personal life has become because of it all.

But as he massages her breasts and nipples, she can feel herself start to melt under his touch. Maybe it doesn't matter why she hasn't been with anyone in so long; all that

As the masseur focuses on her breasts and nipples, Jessica closes her eyes again, savoring every sensation. "Yes..." she murmurs softly, finding it harder and harder to think clearly. "I'd like... you to touch my pussy now." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the words still manage to break through the silence of the room.

She feels embarrassed, revealing this much of herself, but the need for release has grown too strong. She knows he must be able to feel how wet she already is from his touch alone; surely he can tell how badly she needs this.

With a shiver running down her spine, Jessica feels the masseur's skilled fingers delve into her wetness. She moans, arching her hips upward toward his touch as he expertly circles her clit and teases her entrance. It feels incredible to be touched like this; it's been far too long since anyone has made her feel this way.

"Oh god..." she breathes out hoarsely, the tension coiling tight inside her as he continues to work his magic. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the soft flesh of her palms as she tries not to lose control completely.

But it feels so good; she can feel herself on the brink of release, closer than ever before. With one final thrust of his fingers deep inside her, she cries out loudly,

Her body tenses and shudders violently as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her, leaving her weak and panting for breath. Her hips buck wildly against the table, seeking more friction even though there's nothing left to give. The room spins around her as she comes down from the high, still feeling a strange sort of weightlessness spreading through every nerve ending in her body.

"Fuck..." she gasps out, still trying to catch her breath. "That was... amazing." She almost wants to laugh at how good that felt; it's been so long since anyone has made her feel like this. She reaches up and lightly touches the masseur's hand, wanting him to know just how much she appreciates what he's done for her tonight.

But then reality sets in, and she pulls her hand away quickly, feeling self-conscious about

Her cheeks flush as she remembers that he's not here just to pleasure her; this is his job. "I... um..." She hesitates, trying to think of a way to make things right without making it seem like she's trying to buy sex. "Look, I know you're just doing your job and all, but if you want an extra tip... or if there's anything else you want me to do...?" She trails off awkwardly.

This is definitely not going as planned. She was supposed to enjoy a relaxing massage and then go home feeling rejuvenated, not like she owes some strange man in the room. But he's already gone this far; what else could he want?

Jessica sighs with relief. "Oh, good. You had me worried there for a second." She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and slow down her thoughts. The afterglow of the incredible orgasm is still coursing through her body, making everything feel warm and fuzzy inside.

As she lies there naked on the massage table, Jessica can't help but wonder what else this man might want from her now that he's seen how far he could push her limits. The thought both excites and frightens her at the same time; it's a strange power dynamic that they've established tonight, one which she isn't entirely comfortable with.

"So," she says finally, trying to break the silence, "how about we just call it even? I'm more than happy to give you a good tip for... everything you've done here." She flash

Jessica hesitates before answering, unsure how much further she's willing to go tonight. She decides on a non-committal response, hoping that it will satisfy him without promising anything too explicit. "Well, I suppose if you really want something else... but let me think about what might be an acceptable request."

As she lies there, considering her options, Jessica can't help but feel like she's back in the boardroom, negotiating a business deal. It's a strange sensation, and one that makes her aware of just how much control she has surrendered in this situation. Perhaps it's not such a bad thing to relinquish some power now and then... but only if she knows when enough is enough.

Mmm... Perhaps another time, then. I appreciate the offer, but I think we've gone far enough for now. And since you've been so professional about everything else, I really do owe you a good tip. So just name your price, and consider yourself paid in full.

Perhaps some other time... I have to be careful about these things. You understand. But if you give me your number, we can discuss it later and maybe find something that works for both of us. It's the best I can do right now.

Well... Alright, but just this once and nothing too explicit, understand? Here's my number. Text me when you're ready to discuss the details further. And don't worry about your mom; I know how important medicines can be. Take care of yourself, okay?

Don't call me "sir"... just Jessica is fine. And thank you, I'll remember that about your mom's medicines. Now hurry up and get out of here so I can get dressed and go home. Text me when you're ready to discuss further, alright?

Well, here you are again... I hope this time we can discuss something more mutually beneficial for both of us. You know my number; feel free to text me whenever you're ready. And don't worry about mentioning the medicines thing again; I understand how important that is to you. Let's just make this as pleasant and stress-free as possible, alright?