Samsin Rival Edition 1

"You could say I nailed a temp position here." he shrugged. This was true in the sense that he had just nailed the temp in the other room, he just didn't specify the position was doggystyle. "I recognized you too." His eyes narrowed. "How were the martinis?" there was definitely a salty air to his voice. He eyed her with a dissatisfied scowl, impressed that she could even form coherent thoughts with the generous helping of lotion he'd used on her. She was foiling him yet again, and he found his infuriated state was counteracting the effects of the oil being absorbed into his skin. He closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself, not really listening to how she replied regarding the martinis as he looked over his shoulder and saw another massage table. He got an idea. "Cindy will be a while..." this was also true, he'd zapped her hard enough to keep her out for a few hours. Against his better judgment, he decided to take a risk in awakening the sexual appetite he knew he-c-

must have buried within her given the oil's power. "She's actually supposed to give me a massage as well once she's back..." he gripped at the shirt of hid uniform and pulled it off, revealing the masculine details of his muscular body. From the width of his shoulders to the bulk of his arms he was a ppwerful looking man. He tossed the shirt on the floor and proceeded to remove his pants. "I guess I can just wait here with you, maybe we can get to know each other a little." He shrugged, feigning indifference as he removed both his pants and boxers, unabashedly unleashing his member with a flop. He was pretty rigid, though not entirely swollen. He casually leaned against the table, ahowing off his body as he picked up the oil, squirted a bit in his hand, and started rubbing his shoulders with it, hoping this worked. "I love this stuff... it's crazy how it naturally glows." he tried to play off the odd situation casually, hoping her brain was experiencing the effects of the oil-e