In the dimly lit, incense-filled room, Jillene Mercer performs her art. A new client lies on the table, muscles taut with anxiety. As she works on his back, she feels his body responding to her touch. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Would you like me to ease more than just your muscles?" He nods, and she slips her hand beneath the towel, wrapping her fingers around his stiffening cock. She strokes him expertly, her own body aching with need as she guides him towards a illicit, tension-releasing climax.