"You give me a massage"

You stand there looking dumbfounded. You've only ever given massages to two girls. Your first love, Hannah, and Sophie. And that was to get in there pants. You can't do this. You cannot do this.

"Okay, where though, I don't feel like they'll let us use their parlor." You say trying to make a joke. Ella doesn't even smile at your joke.

"My place. It's literally a two minute walk from here. follow me."

You start to follow your girlfriend's best friend to her little flat on Oxford Street. It just feels like you can't say no to this girl. Maybe this is how all the guys who fawn over her in bars and clubs feel like. Maybe you should just go grab the train and go home.

But maybe you shouldn't.

You walk next to Ella for the next two minutes until you walk up to a nice looking flat block. Ella swipes her key card and you both get into the elevator together. After a moment (and looking down at her breasts) you find yourself at her door.

"Now Mike, this better be the fucking best massage I've ever had because you fucking embarrassed me in that parlor. Got that?"

You've never seen Ella like that before but you nod your head to her demand. She opens the door to a beautiful looking apartment.

"Before you ask, my Dad is an entrepreneur. That's why I have this place. Now I'm going to get the bedroom ready for my massage. stand there for five minutes then come in and begin. Don't you dare be fucking late."

The cursing again throws you off but you again nod the same as before and watch Ella walk off to her bedroom while you stood there like a statue. Your phone starts vibrating and it's a text off Sophie.

"Turn that fucking phone off or I'll break it!" Ella shouts from the other room.

'What the fuck?' you think to yourself but you agree to Ella's demand and turn your phone off without looking at the text.

After a few minutes, your phone alarm goes off that It's been five minutes. Do you go into Ella's bedroom?