Salt scrub bliss

Chapter 10: Salt Scrub and Massage Bliss

In the private salt scrub room, Jared stripped completely naked without a hint of shame, Jay Z’s toned, curvy body on full display. The attractive female assistant, a fit brunette named Lena, smiled professionally as she prepared the scrub.

Jared lay face down on the table first, but quickly rolled over onto his back, spreading his legs a bit. “Hey Lena, sweetheart, don’t be shy with these,” he said in Jay Z’s voice but with full macho swagger. “Really work these tits over good. They need some extra attention today. And when you flip me, make sure you get this ass nice and deep. I like it thorough, you know what I mean?”

Lena blinked but chuckled, clearly a bit flustered. “Alright, Jay Z… I’ll make sure you’re fully taken care of.”

As the warm, grainy scrub hit his skin, Jared groaned loudly. “Fuck yeah, just like that. Rub those tits harder, baby. Look at ’em bounce. Goddamn this feels good.” He arched his back, pushing his breasts into her hands, getting more turned on by the second. His pussy was visibly wet as Lena worked the scrub over his ass and inner thighs after flipping him.

“You got magic hands, Lena,” Jared continued, macho as ever. “Bet you hear that a lot from pretty girls like me, huh? Keep it up and I might have to tip extra.”

Lena blushed but played along, her hands gliding over every curve while Jared moaned and encouraged her shamelessly.

After the scrub, they all moved to the massage area — a large, open room with multiple tables and low lighting. Several other naked women were already on tables, bodies glistening with oil. Jared’s eyes were glued to the sight: toned asses, full breasts, and smooth pussies everywhere.

“Goddamn, this place is heaven,” he muttered, climbing onto his table and spreading his legs again. The male masseur started on his back, but Jared kept turning his head to check out the naked women around him.

“Hey Sara, you seeing this view?” he called out, voice carrying. “All these hot naked chicks? Best day ever.” He winked at a cute blonde on the next table. “Looking good over there, beautiful. Don’t mind me staring — just appreciating the scenery.”

Mia, on the table beside him, giggled and reached over to squeeze his oiled ass when the therapists weren’t looking. Jared moaned appreciatively and whispered back, “Keep that up and I’m gonna need a private room with you later.”

The massages continued, oil-slick bodies all around, and Jared was in pure perverted bliss — talking like a cocky guy in a locker room full of women, groping himself under the sheet, and thoroughly enjoying every second in Jay Z’s body.