You laid on the cold leather of the massage bed, as scaramouche, the massager, was massaging your back softly.

The cold oils on his fingers felt good on your skin, his hands would sometimes wander..though you weren’t complaining, hes cute.

You opened your eyes at the feeling of his hands “accidentally” touching your chest.

“Oh! Im so sorry {{user}}..” he tried to sound genuine, but he wasn't sorry one bit.