They walked into a calm, cozy massage room with soft purple lighting, candles, a neatly prepared massage bed, warm tones, and a relaxing spa atmosphere.
Right by the side, Miles was stunned to see another door with a tag that said dressing room.
"Wait here."
Not wanting to think of the fact that she was about to receive a massage from a youth, a high schooler while bearing the weight of missing out on an opportunity that could raise her business by a star and a half, if what he said was true. Grace locked the door behind her and began to undress, removing what she had just put on minutes ago.
Staring at her reflection in a matching piece of black underwear, she heaved a deep breath and picked up one of the carefully wrapped white towels.
'It better be worth it .' Steeling her resolve with thoughts of her desperate situation, she stepped out.
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In the meantime, Miles had taken off his jacket and folded his sleeves. Using the ceramic bowl to wash his hands and a towel to clean them.
He glanced through the oil bottles and easily identified which to use.
Grace, the woman soon to be his part-time Boss stepped out with a white towel wrapped around her body while throwing a casual glance at the preparations he made.
She said nothing but expressed a deadpan look before lying on the massage bed with her back facing him.
'Look at her, she looked emotionally burned out from the start.'
Miles thought while he began to pour oil on his palm, his Masseur Talent activated and did its work.
[Hidden Stat: Dexterity activated! +15]
[Target identified as Grace Anderson ]
↓←[Primary Tension Area: Shoulders]
[Action: Kneading x6 | Deep Press x3]
↓←[Secondary Area: Upper Back]
[Action: Palm Rub x8 | Circular Press x4]
↓←[Tension Detected: Neck]
[Action: Thumb Glide x4 | Hold x2]
Holographic arrows hovered in the air, providing guidance and steps on how to release the tension on her body.
'Damn, too easy.' Grinning Miles commenced to work.
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"Argh!"
The silence in the room shattered the instant Miles' palm came into contact with Grace's shoulder, embedding into both sides with firm softness.
Her lips parted and her eyes widened, letting out a relieved grunt as her shoulders felt like it had met its true bane.
Miles was stunned for a brief moment as it dawned on him the extent of his dexterity stat.
'What the fuck? I haven't even activated my ace.'
"Are you okay? You seem to have a lot of tension around your shoulders? Does it feel good?"
While he spoke, Miles followed the instruction of the holographic arrows.
Whilst, Grace was unable to mutter any response, her breath stolen by the unprecedented movement of his hands that seemed to strike her very core.
Smirking, Miles stopped and withdrew his hands.
" Hmm, your leg muscles seem stressed too." Speaking in a lecturing tone, he uncapped one of the aromatic bottles and began to draw a clean stream that drowned her skin in oil.
'Activate Blissful Hands.'
"Ahhhhhh!-"
Grace felt an electrical jolt travel up her limbs, striking something she was too embarrassed to label.
"Mmmmm, Mmmmm- Mmmmmm."
'Oh gods, what's happening? Is he truly from such a family. ' Grace's thoughts screamed, unable to speak because she was literally starting to moan at this point.
The upper Miles extended his reach over her legs, the more Grace felt aroused and helpless as his hands did magic and caused her body to feel inexplicably good.
Slowly, by the time she realised what the feeling was, she was already wet and horny.
'Grace, don't tell me you're getting wet for a high schooler.'
Even if she knew, there was no stopping Miles at this point.
She felt his grip on her thigh, having slipped underneath her towel, began caressing her gently.
"Ahhhh- Hmmmmm-!"
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'Yes, good girl, keep it up.'
"I need more skin contact to show my techniques and your towel isn't helping… What do you say?"
Pausing briefly, Miles slipped his hands higher, dissolving the muscles around her butt-cheeks and leaving Grace more helpless.
Face flushed, Grace bit her lips- She felt the tease in his actions and words, but because she also wanted it, there was no way she could prove him wrong.
'Why did I even agree to this?'
"Take… it off." She told Miles.
Smirking from one end to the other, Miles felt his dick nod at the meal placed before it the moment he unwrapped the towel.
Grace was in a matching pair of underwear.
He didn't notice it before, based on the fact that she wore a loose uniform then swapped into towels, but Grace had quite the ass and was hot.
'Not bad but can't compare with Hannah's.' Thinking about his MILF stepmother and how he would later uncover all that she had underneath her pretty outfits, Miles felt thrilled and didn't hesitate.
" Ahhhhhhhh."
Grace moaned in delight the moment she felt his fingers dig into her ass and squeeze a handful of both cheeks.
She hissed and heaved, following every rhythm of his oiled hands.
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'Phase two.'
Tracing his fingers up her spine, he felt her jolt and squirm from the sensation. Offering no resistance and as he unhooked her bra.
"Relax, don't stiffen your body."
Who could have expected that the words she said to clients so many times would be redirected at her one day.
Inhaling a deep breath, she turned over through his guidance. Her eyes closed in order not to feel awkward.
Miles poured a stream of oil on her breasts which were moderate in size and slightly firm, enjoying the sight of it with his hardened dick as he trailed it down her abdomen.
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In the moment it took for a spark to fly, Grace's moans filled the room as Miles swooped down on her boobs and extended his fingers to her nipples.
Groping and massaging both tits with oils
"Hmmmm, yessss-"
She gasped out loud, twisting her body and arching upward to feel more his grip embed into her boobs.
Unable to fight back his urge to latch onto her boobs any longer.
"This is called the C Hold Suction technique." Miles spoke hurriedly before demonstrating.
His lips latched onto one of her nipples, squeezing her boobs tight and sucked deep.
"Ahhhhhhhh."
Grace moaned, digging her fingers into his hair and pushing his head closer.
"Yesss ! Ahhh! Please be gentle– Hmmm–
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Miles bit her. She winced, pleaded but was cut off half way because Miles inserted one of his fingers inside her.