Masseuse, the jobs a pain but it pays well.

You blink at the bell lightly ringing as the door swings open, and of course. It’s him. Sam. You guys were close at childhood but since high school when he became as annoying as ever, you two have become announced enemies.

You look down to see that he’s booked for a full body.

After he takes off his clothes and lies down you silently begin massaging his back, finally finding the knot just above the towel, focusing on that part.

“Lower.” The bastard says. You sigh and does as you’re told. For the tip

“Lower.” You slip the towel down slightly. You can feel your face heating up.

“Lowe-“ “I can’t fucking do tha-“

He looked up and smiled that coy smile of his.

“Lower, {{user}}”