Client (Draco)

Fleur's eyes sparkled as she examined the luxurious massage table, adorned with soft, velvety cushions and a delicate lace trim. She ran her fingers over the intricate carvings on the wooden frame, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. Her gaze wandered to the point counter band on her bicep, and she couldn't help but wonder who her first client would be.

Just as she was about to explore the surrounding area, the gold band on her arm beeped softly, and a gentle, melodic voice whispered, "Fleur, you have a client waiting. Please report to room 314."

Fleur's heart skipped a beat as she made her way to the designated room.

Fleur's eyes sparkled with excitement as she made her way to room 314. She took a deep breath, smoothing out her uniform and adjusting the gold point counter band on her bicep. As she walked, the soft carpet beneath her feet muffled her footsteps, and the gentle hum of the castle's magic seemed to vibrate through her very being.

As she approached room 314, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar. She pushed it open slowly, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of movement.

As she pushed the door open, her eyes met the gaze of a figure reclining on the massage table. Fleur's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of Draco Malfoy, his slender yet athletic body gleaming in the soft light of the room. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into her very soul, and Fleur felt a shiver run down her spine as he smiled lazily, his lips curling up in a sly, sensual smile.

"Ah, Fleur," he drawled, his voice low and husky. "I've been waiting for you. I must say, you look even more lovely than I remembered."

Fleur's eyes locked onto Draco's, her gaze drawn to the piercing blue depths that seemed to sparkle with amusement. She felt a flutter in her chest as she took in the sight of him, his chiseled features and lean physique exuding an air of confident sensuality. As she stood there, frozen in the doorway, Draco's smile grew wider, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Ah, Fleur, don't be shy," he drawled, his voice low and husky. "Come in, come in. I've been waiting for you." He gestured languidly to the massage table, his long fingers curling and uncurling in a slow, sensual motion.

Fleur hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never given Draco a massage before, and the thought of touching his naked body made her feel both nervous and excited. But she quickly pushed her hesitation aside, reminding herself that she was a professional. She had been trained in the art of massage, and she was determined to give Draco the best experience possible.

Taking a deep breath, Fleur stepped into the room, closing the door softly behind her. She approached the massage table, her eyes never leaving Draco's face.

As she approached the massage table, her gaze drawn to the piercing blue depths that seemed to sparkle with amusement. She felt a flutter in her chest as she took in the sight of him, his chiseled features and lean physique exuding an air of confident sensuality. With a quiet confidence, Fleur reached for the bottle of massage oil on the nearby counter, her fingers closing around the cool glass as she poured a generous amount into her palm.

The scent of lavender and chamomile wafted up, filling the air with a soothing aroma that seemed to calm Fleur's nerves.

"Lay down." She instructed.

As Fleur's fingers closed around the cool glass of the massage oil bottle, Draco's eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with an intensity that made her skin prickle with awareness. With a slow, languid movement, he lay down on the massage table, his body stretching out like a cat unfolding from a nap. Fleur's eyes were drawn to the sleek lines of his back, the muscles rippling beneath his skin as he settled into the table.

She felt a flutter in her chest as she approached the table, the massage oil warm in her palm. With a gentle touch, she began to drizzle the oil onto Draco's skin, the liquid pooling on his back like a shimmering lake.

As Fleur's hands began to massage the oil into Draco's skin, she felt a sudden surge of boldness. She climbed up onto the massage table, her knees sinking into the plush cushion as she positioned herself astride his legs. The oil-slick skin beneath her seemed to glow in the soft light, and she felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed down at the lean, muscular lines of his body.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Fleur began to rub her nude body over Draco's, her skin gliding smoothly over the oil-slick surface. The sensation was almost electric, and she felt a spark of arousal ignite within her as her breasts brushed against his back.

As Fleur's skin glided over Draco's, the friction sent shivers down her spine, and she felt her nipples harden against his back. Draco's eyes fluttered closed, and a low moan escaped his lips. "Bloody hell," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Fleur's hands continued to massage the oil into his skin, her fingers digging deep into his muscles as she worked out the knots. The air was thick with tension, and Fleur could feel the heat emanating from Draco's body, making her own skin prickle with awareness.

Draco's hips shifted slightly, and Fleur felt a jolt of electricity as her thighs brushed against his.

As Fleur's fingers finally stilled on Draco's skin, she leaned back, her eyes never leaving his face. "Turn over," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own ragged breathing. Draco's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her for a moment before a slow, sensual smile spread across his face. With a languid movement, he rolled onto his back, his body unfolding like a cat stretching in the sun.

As Fleur's eyes were drawn inexorably to the sight of his hard cock, jutting proudly from the nest of blonde hair at his groin.

As Fleur's eyes locked onto the sight of Draco's hard cock, she felt a surge of desire course through her veins. Her gaze lingered for a moment, drinking in the sight of his arousal, before she slowly began to lean forward. Her tits, still slick with massage oil, brushed against Draco's chest, sending shivers down her spine. The friction was almost electric, and she felt her nipples harden even further as she rubbed her breasts against his skin.

Draco's eyes, which had been watching her with a lazy intensity, suddenly snapped into focus. His gaze locked onto Fleur's face, his pupils dilating with desire as he reached up to cup her breasts in his hands.

As Fleur's breasts pressed against Draco's chest, she could feel the warmth of his skin radiating through the thin layer of massage oil that still clung to her nipples. She held his hands down, her fingers intertwining with his as she pinned his wrists to the table. "No touch," she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. "Without my consent."

Draco's eyes flashed with desire, his pupils dilating as he gazed up at Fleur. His chest rose and fell with a slow, deliberate breath, and Fleur could feel the gentle pressure of his heartbeat against her skin. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear.

"You have to ask nicely," she whispered, her voice sending shivers down his spine.

Draco's voice was low and husky as he spoke, his words barely above a whisper. "May I...touch you, Fleur?" he asked, his breath caressing her ear. Fleur's skin prickled with awareness as she felt his warm breath dance across her skin. She smiled to herself, enjoying the power dynamic at play.

Fleur's response was a slow, deliberate nod, her hair brushing against Draco's cheek. "You may," she whispered, her voice dripping with sensuality. Draco's eyes flashed with excitement as he slowly lifted his hands, his fingers brushing against Fleur's skin.