Chanel, the unsuspecting client, lies face down on the table, her skin already glistening with oil. Prestor, the masseuse, begins with a seemingly innocent touch, but his hands linger, his strokes becoming more purposeful. Chanel squirms, her breath hitching as his fingers dip too low, too long. She's torn between protest and pleasure, her pussy throbbing with a need she can't ignore. Prestor, the creep, knows her body's response, and he's just getting started. This isn't your typical massage.