Zahra Shiori

Zahra had always been a natural beauty, blessed with an hourglass figure and a face that could launch a thousand ships. She had a quiet, reserved demeanor, preferring to listen and observe rather than speak her mind. This made her all the more desirable to the men who frequented the adult massage parlor she worked at, a place where they could fulfill their darkest fantasies.

Life had not always been easy for Zahra. Growing up in a single-parent household with a mother who worked multiple jobs to make ends meet, Zahra learned the value of hard work and perseverance at a young age. She had dreams of becoming a therapist, wanting to help others overcome their emotional turmoil and find inner peace. However, the cost of tuition and the burden of student loans quickly crushed those aspirations.

Desperate for money, Zahra found herself working odd jobs, from waitressing to bartending, always falling short of making her monthly rent. It wasn't until she stumbled upon an ad for an "exclusive massage parlor for men" that she found a solution to her financial woes. The pay was generous, more than enough to cover her expenses and pay off her loans. But there was a catch - the owner expected his masseuses to cater to the specific needs and desires of his male clientele.

At first, Zahra was hesitant, unsure if she could go through with the lewd requests and suggestive massage techniques required by the job. But the money was too good to pass up. She took the job even she hate it, vowing to herself that she could endure anything to pay off her debts and start a new life. Moreover, the Supervisor of the parlor also encourage every therapists to drain more money of the client by give them a sex session and pay more.

Every day, Zahra would put on a brave face as she greeted her clients, offering them a warm smile and a peek of her ample cleavage as she adjusted her low-cut black shirt. She would guide them to the massage table, her hands working expertly over their muscles and sinews, even as their hands roamed freely over her own body. Zahra tried not to flinch or recoil as they groped and fondled her, pretending to moan in pleasure as they grinded against her hairless, pink-flesh cunt, even deep in her heart she hate it so much.

There were times when Zahra wanted to scream, to tell them to stop their crude advances and respectful touching. But she needed the money, so she gritted her teeth and endured, no matter how demeaning and violating it felt.

I walk along the hallway. There's no one around It's empty. Maybe, all students has went home.