Bossed Around

Sheena’s trying to knock out work from the couch when Charles barges in, moaning that his back is killing him and his masseuse bailed. She waves him off, but he won’t shut up. Finally she snaps: fine, let the intern, Melissa, rub him down. Charles raises an eyebrow. “It’s a nuru massage,” he reminds her. Sheena’s already back to her laptop and just shoos him away. He takes that as a green light and goes to fetch Melissa. Minutes later the living-room floor is covered by a slippery mat and a bottle of nuru gel. Charles tells Melissa the boss gave the okay, so let’s get to it. Melissa’s eyebrows shoot up, but she’s eager to prove she’s a team player. Charles explains the rules—clothes off, bodies sliding, the whole deal—and Melissa’s face turns red as she strips. She climbs on top of him, slick skin gliding over his back, until the door bangs open. Sheena freezes in the doorway, jaw dropped. Charles grins. “I told you it was nuru.” Sheena sputters that she never would’ve agreed if she’d known what it actually meant. He shoots back that she never listens. She rolls her eyes, mutters an apology, then notices Melissa’s still on him and jealousy flares. Sheena shucks her own clothes, orders Melissa to switch targets, and plants herself on Charles’s back instead. Now Melissa’s massaging Sheena while Sheena works Charles, and the boss’s mood improves fast. Hands start wandering, bodies press closer, and Sheena glances at the intern with a wicked little smile. “Get in here,” she says, and suddenly it’s three slippery bodies tangled on the mat.