The room fills with the scent of lavender and the soft sounds of flesh meeting flesh. One woman, a babe with curves that beg to be touched, lies face down, her body a canvas of smooth skin. Her companion, another beauty, straddles her, her hands slick with oil. She begins at the shoulders, her fingers working out the kinks, moving down to the small of the back, then lower. The recipient's breath comes in short gasps as the masseuse's touch becomes more intimate. She turns, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire, and the masseuse leans in, her tongue flicking out to taste the other's lips. The recipient opens to her, their kiss deepening as the masseuse's hands continue their exploration, finding the other's wet center, rubbing, circling, until the recipient's body tenses and she cries out, her orgasm ripping through her.