Address Paisley

After a shower, you decide to knock on Paisley's door. To check on her, or check her out, or both. Mr. Tuxedo opens the door for you, but you see her laying nude on a massage table receiving a rub down.

"Oh, excuse me, I didn't know."

"No trouble at all sir, please come in."

You try not to stare at the masseuse gliding her oily hands over that bubbly butt. The satisfying sighs escaping her majesty's mouth are unbearably erotic. You take a seat, & cross your legs.

"John, you are well?"

"A little achy but no real problem. You?"

"The same. I must thank you."

"Really? I wasn't exactly friendly out there?"

She flips over without breaking sentence. Now you try not to stare at the masseuse gliding her oily hands over those fleshy fun bags, deep breaths heaving them up & down.

"Nor was I, but you remember your civility once the contest concludes. That isn't as common as you think."

"You're welcome I guess. I'll let you get back to it."

"Already finished. A gentle stretch & all will be well."

She sits up. As the masseuse slips on a fine silk robe Paisley whispers something into her ear, to which she smiles demurely. Without another word she turns to you, kneels down, & opens your clothes. You startle back, which she ignores, & wraps her lips around your dick.

"Consider this a further congratulations from me" Paisley says from across the room. She exits, followed by the tuxedo. "Happy endings."