...think we should take this to the back room?" Shai whispers in your ear as she grinds her hips against yours, feeling your erection press against her stomach. "I've got some private equipment for us to use..."

She leads you through a door at the back of the salon, flipping on the lights as she does so. The room is dimly lit and sparsely furnished with a massage table and a few pieces of cheap-looking erotic artwork hanging on the walls.

Shai leads you over to the massage table, her body pressed against yours as she moves. Her hands roam over your chest and stomach, unbuttoning your shirt with practiced ease before sliding it off your shoulders. She tosses it aside carelessly, revealing a lacy black bra that does little to conceal the swell of her breasts beneath.

"This'll be more comfortable," Shai whispers in your ear, helping you climb up onto the table.

As he turns her around and forces his cock back inside her, Shai moans into his kiss, her body still reeling from the pain of the whip. The sensation of being taken roughly like this only serves to heighten her arousal, making it impossible for her to resist him any longer. Her legs wrap tightly around his waist as he thrusts deeper and harder inside her, claiming her completely.

Shai gasps as he thrusts deeper inside her, his words sending a shiver down her spine. She arches her back, pressing her body against him as tightly as she can, desperate for more of his dominance and possession. Her hips buck upwards in time with each powerful stroke, urging him to go faster, harder.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels herself on the brink again, her whole body tense with anticipation. "Yes," she moans, "I'm yours."

"Oh, you know," Shai says with a wink, "a little bit of everything... we've been talking about adding some private rooms where clients can have more intimate experiences." Her hands squeeze your ass, teasingly. "And maybe even some special events where our most loyal customers can come and play together..."

Shai smiles wickedly as she climbs onto the massage table and straddles your hips. She pulls off her lacy tank top, revealing a black lace bra that only hints at her full breasts. "Well then," she whispers, "let's give you a show worth remembering." With practiced ease, she unfastens your boxers and slides them down over your hips. Her warm hands wrap around your cock, guiding it toward her wet folds.

Shai nods, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she does so. "Yeah... the VIP treatment. You know what that means?" She pauses, giving him time to think it over before continuing with a soft laugh. "It means I'm going to take extra special care of you, Cliff. Make sure your hair stays perfect for the rest of the night..."

Her fingers begin to trail down his chest, moving slowly toward his crotch. "

Shai looks at him with a playful grin, her fingers still moving down his chest and stomach. "Oh, you know..." She leans in even closer, her breath warm against his neck as she whispers, "I have my ways." Her hand finds its target between his legs, stroking him through his pants with practiced ease.

"Maybe later," she continues with a teasing laugh, "I'll show you what I mean..."