Nickey Huntsman, her body tense with shyness, enters the private room, her eyes flicking nervously to the bottle of oil on the table. Charles Dera, her masseur, smiles warmly, "Don't worry, Nickey, this is a happy ending massage." He begins, his hands slick with oil, tracing patterns on her back, her arms, her legs. He avoids her breasts, her pussy, building anticipation, her body tensing in anticipation. He leans in, whispering, "You don't have to hide your penis, Nickey. Let's make this a nuru massage." She nods, her breath hitching as he pours oil onto her body, his hands rubbing, spreading it. He positions her on her back, her legs spread, her pussy glistening with oil and arousal. He massages her inner thighs, her lips, her clit, until she's writhing, her body coated in a slippery sheen, her pussy dripping with lubrication. She reaches for his cock, guiding it to her entrance, and they both groan as he slides in, their bodies sliding together in a dance of slippery, lubricated lust.