"Consider this my rent payment," she laughs as she resumes massaging my thighs. I spread my legs and momentarily feel her hands pause on my inner thigh. My eyes flutter open just a bit but it's enough to see her staring at my rising package. Her fingers slowly resume their talented manipulation as they move up dangerously close to my crotch, eliciting a direct response from my hardening member.

"Damn, Brandon," she says, a laugh catching in her dry mouth. "You need to get a girlfriend." Her hands have moved down to the safer territory of my calves.

"Sorry," I say, my face blushing at my uncontrollable hard-on which is...