Anger surged through me. "Like you don't know?" I snapped.

Instantly regretting my tone - if he got scared off, my plan would fail.

"You can do whatever you want with me," I quickly added, softening my voice.

He let out a low laugh. "Oh, I'll make sure you enjoy every minute." Then he started stripping efficiently.

"Why are you undressing?" I asked intentionally.

He explained it was policy - when clients undress, therapists do too, even for showers. Supposedly to prevent theft.

After undressing, he pulled back my towel and drew in a sharp breath.

"Sweetheart, what a gorgeous body... and such fair skin!"

Feeling a bit smug, I deliberately wiggled my hips. "What's next?"

In response, he suddenly scooped me up in his arms. "Let's get you cleaned up first."

My head spun, breathing quickened. This wasn't part of the plan - my phone couldn't record anything in the shower room.

But it was too late - I could only wait quietly for my opportunity.

The shower room had another padded table similar to the one outside. He laid me down gently, placing a special cushion to support my chest.

He started pouring oil on my back, claiming it was prep for the hair removal and skin brightening treatment - just a massage to get the blood flowing first. I had to admit - despite being a creep, his technique was incredible.

His oil-slicked hands glided everywhere - shoulder blades, back, then down to my waist, gently sliding over my curves and thighs, then calves, before working their way back up.

I melted into the padding, simultaneously relaxed and tingling. My mind grew hazy as desire started building.

Without ulterior motives, a massage is just a massage. But I came here to seduce him, and after seeing that video with Rachel, every touch felt like seduction.

As his hands roamed, that spark inside me grew stronger, as if his magical touch was feeding the flame in my body.

Trying to remember my purpose, I lifted my hips. "Enough... let's go outside."

But he didn't pounce as expected. Instead, he kept massaging, endlessly stoking my desire. "Sweetheart, what was that?"

He continued his varied pressure while asking, never stopping.

‘This man... how was he so devious? So skilled at playing women?’