The Ultimate Package

Quinn Wilde logs on hunting for the right massage. One listing catches her eye. She dials the parlor, books the slot, and shows up right on time. Rina Ellis greets her and starts with a long, slow scalp rub. Then she asks Quinn to strip. Quinn balks—she’s never been naked in front of a stranger. Rina smiles, tells her the clothes will only soak up oil, and assures her there’s nothing to hide. Quinn peels off her top and jeans but keeps her panties on, then lies face-down on the table. Rina’s palms slide over her shoulders, warm and firm. When she asks if anything needs special attention, Quinn admits her lower back has been aching. Rina drizzles oil onto her hands and works the tight muscles. A few drops land on the expensive lace. Rina suggests the panties should come off too. Quinn hesitates, but the “just us girls” line works. She slides them down. Rina moves to her legs, oiling the calves, then the thighs. The moment her fingers brush the crease of Quinn’s pussy, Quinn flinches and stops her. Rina claims she’s only doing the legs, but the next pass lands even closer. She tells Quinn she asked for it—it’s part of the package. Quinn’s resistance fades with every stroke. Her breath turns shallow, her hips lift. Soon she’s on her knees, tongue buried between Rina’s wet folds, the massage forgotten.