Hit I.T. And Quit I.T.

Mandy Muse sits at the front desk in her massage parlor, cursing at the computer that refuses to work. She figures some scrawny tech guy is about to show up, then the door opens and Charles Dera walks in. Tall, solid, covered in ink, and not the slightest bit scrawny. She gives him a slow once-over and purrs, “I’m so glad you… came.” He doesn’t catch the hint and just asks what’s wrong. She stays seated while he leans in to check the cables, gripping the arms of her chair and dropping down until his face is level with her lap. The sudden closeness makes her breath catch. He only wants room to slide the chair back so he can crawl under the desk. While he’s down there, Mandy can’t help staring at how tight his jeans sit across his ass. He mumbles that the space is tight. “You have no idea,” she whispers. Charles pops back up and asks if she’s tried powering the whole thing off and on. “Yeah,” she says, “I’ve been trying to turn it on, but it’s not getting the message.” He says he’ll reset the network and they’ll have to wait. Mid-sentence he winces and rubs his neck. Mandy sees her chance. She offers a quick fix for the stiffness, her tone dripping with promise. Charles insists he can’t take breaks on the clock. She counters that she owes him for the repair and they’ve got nothing but time while the network reboots. He finally agrees. In the shower, Charles hesitates until Mandy promises it’s part of the package. He strips, takes off his glasses, and stands there naked while she soaps him from behind. When her hand reaches his cock she can’t hold back. She slips her other hand between her own legs and starts rubbing, biting down a moan. He squints, trying to see. She tells him she’s just “working up a lather.” Moments later her legs shake and she cums with a stifled gasp. He asks what the sound was. “Must be the network rebooting,” she lies. Clean and still dripping, she leads him to the massage mat. He lies face-down, noticeably more relaxed, even chatty. Mandy oils his shoulders and admits she thought he was all business. He confesses he’s shy around strangers, that computers feel safer than people. She slides her slick body over his and tells him she can help him practice people skills. Her hand drifts toward his cock. He stops her, says they barely know each other. She wraps her fingers around him anyway and presses his hand to her wet pussy. “Don’t you want to play with something warmer?” she asks. That’s all it takes. Charles flips her onto her back, eager now. She climbs on, rides him deep, and shows him exactly how she likes it. He learns fast—thrusting, gripping her hips, sucking her natural tits—until she cums hard, swearing and shaking. He follows right after, and she swallows every drop without hesitation. Her busted computer turned out to be the best thing that happened all day.