Wednesdays at the spa are special, and Lisa ensures it. Today, she's guiding you onto the massage table, her hands already coated in a slick, fragrant oil. She starts at your shoulders, her touch firm yet soothing, but it's when she reaches your ass that the atmosphere shifts. Her hands are insistent, kneading your flesh, spreading your cheeks, her thumbs occasionally brushing against your hole. The room fills with the sound of her wet palms slapping against your skin, the scent of arousal mixing with the spa's usual fragrance.