In modern Japanese isekai, the fantasy worlds often take on attributes of JRPGs or MMORPGs even when they would otherwise be unexpected in the context...of the setting (for example, That Time I Recincarnated As A Slime or Rising of the Shield Hero). Because of this, I had begun wondering what an isekai story might be like based on the pen and paper RPG systems of the past, particularly the more brutal, less consistent systems of the 80s, such as Tunnels and Trolls, the original edition of. He watches and then scans the area quickly while unzipping his pants. Within moments his shaft is out and he is pushing it into my wet mouth in the cool darkness of the lot. I close my lips and use more lips and tongue than suction. He grasps my head. I move his hand thinking, Asshole! I just fixed my hair. His cock is moderate thickness and decent length and it excites me. I reach into my purse and grab my lube. Automatically I open the cap and lube my hand. I stoke my own cock and. “Okay, Jen, you win. Just this once.”“Great! You’re the best, Nick.”“Hold on, the client?”“Oh! Yes, she’s waiting right here sitting in the waiting room. Shall I tell her to come back another time?”“Has she been here before?”“Actually, it sounds like she just dropped in randomly. Don’t think she’s been in a massage parlour before.”I thought about it for a moment. Well, ladies tend to be a little easier to service than guys. God forbid it was a line-backer or something; my hands wouldn’t make it. There is music playing down low, rock n roll. I take a deep breath and look up at him. “What are we going with, Angel?” “I want a butterfly,” I whisper lowly. “Got ya, hop on up,” he pats the table. I remove my shirt and climb up on the table, and can see from the mirror he is eyeing my body. I can’t help but blush a little bit. I’m used to boys looking at me, I’m no virgin. I’m just not used to having a grown man looking at me. He catches me watching him through the mirror and turns.