Alexa Bliss nudes + fan fiction

I had just gotten my license to be an actual massage therapist, and had gotten picked up by a parlor uptown. I was more or less a last minute customer fall-back guy, or the guy to pick up shifts until I had proven myself worthy of a prime shift. It was fifteen minutes to close at the end of my first week when the little bell above the door chimed, alerting me that we had a last minute client. I cursed my luck, because a one hour session now meant I wouldn’t be getting out of here without overtime, and I was salaried. I put on the best game face I could, a bullshit grin on my face as I walked out into the waiting room. “Hi, do you have a…” I stopped mid-sentence because standing at the front desk was five feet of fury, Ms. Alexa Bliss. And holy fuck. She was so much hotter in person. “Hi,” she…

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