<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/ArthurPaige2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Arthur Paige<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Patio area<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><em><del>Brown Leather Jacket,</del></em>Jeans, White T-Shirt, white socks, Bright yellow boxers with little multi-colored kiss marks on them, brown leather boots<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:Massage<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Emma, Cloe, Johnathan, Lance<br/><hr/><br/>Arthur couldn't help but shudder ever so slightly as he saw the glint in Chloe's beautiful blue eyes. His own chocolate brown gaze probably revealed a bit more heat than he might have liked as he thought about all of the soft and sensual places his hands could massage. It was not as if he had the hots for the girl or wanted to sleep with her. Actually, he did, but he also thought the same about Emma, Rose and Izzy. Hell, even the new girl was a head turner. How could any man not want to spend some quality time with any of the women present in the house tonight. It was one of the reasons, albeit a minor one, that he had chosen to become a yoga instructor. Get paid to watch lovely women in skin tight yoga pants and sports bra's bending over into to the down dog position? Sign me up please. Sure, he was guilty of checking out his clientele. He was human after all, but he always kept things professional unless the girl made the first move or made it one hundred percent obvious that she was into him. Now, he considered all of the women friends possibly with a few naughty little benefits thrown in to sweeten the pot.<br/><br/>Worried his gaze might accidentally set Chloe's jacket on fire he slid over the two men at the table, Johnathan and Lance. Two men that he knew so little about except for the rumors and gossip. He planned on getting to know them better as it was always nice to have drinking buddies or guys to hang out with and watch Tom Brady win another fucking Super Bowl. Hew just hadn't found the time yet.<br/><br/>"Wait, doesn't Emma have to give you a massage too? Unless she wants to strip down of course." Arthur smiled at the woman on Johnathan's lap. "Did the challenge say you couldn't leave your seat? You could just carry her on over to Chloe as long as she doesn't leave your lap. Just a thought."<br/><br/>Arthur shrugged and rubbed his hands together Miyagi style to warm them a bit as Chloe gave him a target. "Back and shoulders? I think I can handle that."<br/><br/>Standing he made his way behind the girl seated next to him. Brushing up her hair his warm palms came to rest on her shoulders as his thumbs pressed firmly to either side of the little bony knot at the base of her neck. Thumbs worked upwards pressing outwards and then in as he walked them upwards and then into the hollow spot where her head met her spine. Working his way back down he added his pointer fingers to the mix, gently massaging the sides of her neck while his other fingers slid under both her jacket and into her top, just above the collar bone. His powerful thumbs dug into the tense knots of muscle between her shoulder blades working them in slow circles, breaking them apart. All the while his other fingers teased lightly at the flesh on her shoulders, occasionally risking a quick trek down past her the hollow of collar bone toward her breasts, before scurrying back up to her shoulders.<br/><br/>"How does it feel," he leaned in and whispered in her ear, but loud enough that the other's might hear.