Personal Nuru Assistant

Luna Star’s grinding through her morning workout when her phone rings. The job she applied for? Already given to someone else. Shit. Now she’s got to hustle fast. She jumps online and spots a massage place willing to hire newbies. One call later Marcus London answers. Couple quick questions and he tells her the spot’s still open. Luna says she’s coming straight over for an interview. At home she strips down, staring at her closet. Nothing risks looking eager—except nothing at all—so she grabs the sluttiest lingerie set she owns, tosses a thin robe on top, and heads out. Marcus walks her through the place until they hit the massage room. He drops the first rule: get naked, shower together. Luna lets the robe slide off. His eyes practically lick every inch of the lace stretching across her curves. He mutters something about how much of a shame it’d be to take that lingerie off; Luna smiles—she already owns the reaction she needs. They step into the hot spray. She soaps every ridge of his body, following his advice like a pro—doesn’t miss an inch. When her hand coasts between his legs she sinks straight to her knees and takes his cock into her mouth, water pounding over both of them. Out on the mat she slicks his shaft with oil, gives it a couple teasing strokes, then straddles him backward, sliding herself along the full length of his body, slick skin on slick skin. Marcus groans, impressed, and tells her she’s a fast learner. Encouraged, Luna reaches down, lines him up, and impales herself on his cock, rolling her hips and bouncing hard. Each wet slap is a promise she intends to collect on the spot: that shiny new job at the parlor is already hers.