Angie.

You wish you had the money and stamina to have all five girls at the same time but reality is a harsh mistress and you have a hard decision to make. You look them over one by one, each smiling and winking at you to get you to choose them. "Angie," you finally decide.

The other girls look disappointed but nonetheless they smile and wave to you as they leave the room. The blonde receptionist closes the door behind her.

"Hi there. What's your name, sweetie?" the blonde asks as she walks up to you.

"Craig," you answer.

"Okay, Craig, do you want to take a shower first before I give you a message?" she suggests.

You nod. She leads you over to the shower stall and turns on the water. You strip off your clothes and test the water before stepping in. You quickly lather yourself with liquid soap and rinse, not wanting to waste too much time that could be used for the massage and fucking the gorgeous blonde.

Deciding that you are clean enough you turn off the water. You step out and Angie hands you a towel but she helps you dry off with another towel, making sure your erection is clean and dry. Satisfied you are dried off, Angie leads you over to the massage table and gestures for you to climb up. This is a massage parlor after all and you might as well get a massage while you are here so you lie down on the massage table and place your head on the face rest. You did not expect to get a deep tissue massage and you do not, but instead Angie rubs her soft body against yours, pressing her corset-covered large tits against your back.

"Doesn't that feel good?" she whispers, nibbling your ear.

"Yes," you moan.

"Let's make you feel even better," she suggests, sliding off of you. "Turn over please."

You do what she says and roll over, saluting her with your erection.

"Now let's make sure you are hard enough," the blonde purrs.