In the dimly lit, seductive spa, Julia Ann lies face down, her body a canvas for Lucas Frost's expert touch. The Dirty Masseur, Lucas, begins his work, but his intentions are far from pure. As he works his way down Julia's back, his strokes grow slower, more deliberate, tracing the curve of her spine, dipping into the small of her back. Julia's breath hitches as Lucas' hands slip lower, his thumbs brushing the edge of her ass. She squirms, her body betraying her, craving more. Lucas' smile is predatory, his cock straining against his pants. This massage is about to get very, very dirty.