He does--massage

Jose motioned towards the bed. "I hear women like to be relaxed before sex," he said, "and massages are a great way to facilitate that."

Katherine nodded, unzipping her dress. It fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it as she unhooked her bra, letting it fall on top of the puddled fabric. She lifted each leg in turn, pulling her heels off, and then settled on the bed, face down. She kept her black lace panties on, the fabric hugging her ass.

Jose raked his eyes over her naked back and long legs, before remembering the flaw in his plan: he had neither oil nor lotion. Though he oiled his body for certain stripping routines, the club provided oil to each of its performers for such purposes. Making a mental note to pick up some for this type of scenario in the future, he glanced around the room. There was a toiletries bag like what he'd heard sex workers used sitting on the bar counter, and he opened it, looking inside.

There were condoms, baby wipes, and a large bottle of oil.

"You came prepared," he said, walking over to the bed with the bottle.

"I didn't know if you'd done this before," Katherine said, "and if I was putting you on the spot, it seemed incumbent upon me to provide the necessities."

Her reasoning was perfectly sound, and without anything to say in response, Jose drizzled a small amount of oil into his hands. He rubbed his hands together to warm the oil before beginning work on her magnificent legs. As a teenager he had taken a course in massage, learning it as a strictly therapeutic activity. It wasn't until he started sleeping with his teachers that he discovered that massage could be an erotic activity for both masseuse and recipient.

Once he was finished with Katherine's legs, he moved up to her back, using a little more oil. He could feel Katherine becoming a relaxed puddle of girl-flesh under his strong hands, and he smirked to himself. Though he hadn't had cause to use his massage skills in several months, he still had it.

"What would you like now?" he said.