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The only problem with Marissa was that, while we quickly became work friends, she didn’t want to date. And that was OK, I just also happened to be horny as hell and so when I wasn’t fantasizing about Eden, I was fantasizing about Marissa’s cute lips and how big her breasts actually were under the deceptive polo shirts.

Leaving her that Friday after lunch, I had a smile on my face that made Jessica quirk her head to the side and give me a look as I returned to the spa. “You look like the cat that caught the canary,” she said.

“Aren’t you a little young to be using a phrase like that?” I asked her.

“OK, Boomer,” she rolled her eyes. We’d developed a decent back-and-forth when clients weren’t around, probably helped by the fact that I’d made sure to check with her that she was getting tipped out through the automatic tracking system the Club used. The Spa was members-only, and they all paid through their accounts so no money ever changed hands in the Spa including our tips. The clients j