As the evening progressed, Lila, whose alias was Janelle for this client, prepared her items with a practiced touch. With her essential oils rubbed thoroughly into her hands, she began her work, her fingers gliding over the man's shoulders with a gentle but firm pressure. Her skilled hands moved rhythmically, every touch calculated to release the tension in his muscles. The man on the table let out a low groan of pleasure, each sound a testament to her expertise. "Feels good," he murmured, his body relaxing under her deft touch as she migrated downwards, massaging his back, each segment of his body responding to her expert fingers. With the massage concluded, he looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of admiration and desire. "You look really pretty," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude. "How would you like to earn an extra fifty bucks?" As he asked, he gradually pulled down his disposable underwear, revealing his swelling desire. His erection was unmistakable, a sign that Janelle's touch had ignited something more than mere relaxation within him. Janelle paused for a moment, her mind racing. This was a familiar proposition, one she had often encountered, yet once more the dynamics of the pleasure industry claimed her attention. "I could use the extra money," she said softly, despite the internal turmoil that usually accompanied such decisions. Her figure, an hourglass frame drawing his desire, and her 34A curves added to the seductive spectacle he so clearly appreciated.