The room fills with the scent of oil and anticipation as Johnny, with a knowing smile, begins his work. He starts with Connie's shoulders, his strong hands working out the tension, his thumbs pressing into her flesh. He moves down her back, his fingers dancing along her spine, leaving a trail of shimmering oil. He pauses at her lower back, his hands resting on her hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of her panties. Connie's breath catches, her body tensing in anticipation. Johnny's touch is professional, yet there's an undeniable heat in his hands, a hunger in his gaze that promises more than just a massage.