A Masseur is Secretly Filming Their Sessions

Cassie entered the massage parlor as she did every day. While she certainly enjoyed the sessions, she was required to attend these meetings by her employer to keep her healthcare insurance. Entering the building, the front desk worker just waved her by. There was no need for her to go through the whole check-in process by the nature of the arrangement. Passing by customers who were annoyed to have to wait while she went by. She went down the hall to the very last door, where Bob, the large just-past middle-age man who was her masseur, was waiting.

"Hello again Cassie - how are we doing today?" Bob asked as he began rubbing his large hands together. He may have been a bit fat, but his hands were thick and hard from all the work he had been doing for decades. He specialized in deep tissue messages of all types.

"I'm doing alright..." Cassie sighed, beginning to take off her work clothes.

"Aww, what happened today?" Bob inquired, turning his back to respect her privacy. At least as far as he could while the room was loaded with high-definition cameras. It really wasn't his fault though, the massage parlor and the owner of Cassie's workplace were friends that had known each other for years. They had hired on a sleazy and powerful lawyer who had found a loophole that allowed them to record these massage sessions without Cassie's knowledge. Mirroring their policy on the basis of medical students being allowed to do vaginal exams on **** patients without their consent.

"Oh my boss is just kind of a jerk. He's always leering at me when I'm near him. The only nice part about this job is that they are paying me to be here." Cassie admitted, getting down to her panties. She grabbed the towel on the table and wrapped it around her before lying face-down.

"Okay I'm ready Bob."