15th September 2024
"Hah..." You let out a sigh of intense boredom as your chin rested in your hand, your eyes blinking so slowly that you feared you might soon fall asleep. Today was, by all accounts, a slow day. Your parlour had been open for hours already, and not a single customer! Quite different to the events of the previous day, where you had been treated to both the sublime Miss Fu as well as the sexy Miss Lee, and worse still, you knew neither of those women would make an appearance on this day to bring you out of your boredom, for it wouldn't make sense for them to come back so early.
At this point, you were hoping for just any customer; young, old, slim, fat, attractive, ugly... You weren't all that fussed at this point, and you would've settled for anything. Your time was now wasted as you entertained yourself with depressing games, you visualised the physiques of every single woman that walked by your store, but did not enter, you wondered if they had large breasts or a large ass, you wondered which hole of theirs you would find most suited to your desires, you wondered if they would be the submissive type, waiting for you to make your move on them, or the opposite, the dominant type whom would surprise you with their lust.
Oh, it was such a boring game for a boring day! You flopped back in your office chair in anguish, accepting the fact that you wouldn't be getting a customer day, that you would best close earlier than usual and would spend a miserable day jerking off in your bed, fantasising about the best of your customers, about Miss Lee's incredible blowjob, or Miss Fu's warm, inviting pussy in missionary... You stared up at the ceiling and resigned yourself to such a fate, hoping that tomorrow would be a more eventful day. 'Please, just one customer. Even one!' You thought to yourself, not wanting those sad events to be your reality tonight. 'I would take any customer! Even if they were at the bottom of the-'
"Ahem!" Your self-pity was cut short by a loud and curt voice clearing their throat, something that instantly made you jump upright in your seat and look to it's source (admittedly doing so in an awkward, unflattering manner).
Well, now! You couldn't quite believe your eyes, certainly, you rubbed them vigorously to ensure that they were telling truths before you once again laid them on your customer, who held a stern, icy expression. That wasn't where your focus lied though, it was your customer's identity! Your customer was none other than Bella freaking Poarch! Perhaps she wasn't the most well-known musician in the world, but she was certainly known to you through her music and her start on TikTok. Bella Poarch was in your massage parlour, what a glorious day! It seems your mental pleas for a customer to appear had manifested in this Filipina bombshell standing in front of you, and you hadn't even heard them coming in, no less.
"Hello?!" The popstar called across the counter to you with raised, irritated voice, her eyes seeming to study your demeanour and your general person before rolling said eyes and... well, it seemed as though she concealed a slight smirk to herself? You weren't sure what to make of it, and frankly, you hardly cared, after all, it was Bella Poarch! This petite, tattooed icon with a long black ponytail travelling down her back, with some emotive eyes that seemed to pierce your soul should you make the mistake, depending on how you think of it, of looking into them too long. Your eyes traced over her body, detailing how little she was wearing really. She wore a thin, lacy black top that showed the impressions of her toned stomach, allowing you to see how much she maintained her body through workouts, the top cut a strong V-line right down Bella's chest, allowing for a perfect look into the void that was the valley between her breasts, something you didn't want to be caught staring at for too long.
Below the counter, you could just make out Bella's shorts that cut off quite high at her legs, showing some more of her tattoos, but more importantly, those meaty thighs of hers... Of course, she had a small black handbag with her, and wore heels of all things, as if she were going to some important social function, after all, she did look quite "dolled" up, as was part of her online persona, to be the perfect doll in the flesh. Oh, you just knew already that this feminine beauty would look fantastic all slathered in your special rubbing oil. "Is anyone home?!" She again called out, this time more annoyed and curious towards you than the last. It was now that you realised you had been staring far too long, admiring far too comfortably, and to not further worsen the current tension, you broke out of your self-inflicted trance and addressed your customer kindly.
"Oh, apologies, Miss P- M-Must've dozed off!" You stuttered out a reply, almost blowing the fact that you knew this client's identity already, a dire mistake that you attempted to mislead through merging that word into another as you continued your broken sentence. This was not a normal occurrence for you, and you resolved to get your act in order before the woman grew even more suspicious in you. "Looking for a massage today, are we?" You beamed a bright smile at Miss Poarch, inquiring as to her presence in the parlour you owned, to which she shot back with a needlessly brusque response.
"Evidently." The popstar spoke in a way that admittedly forced your smile to falter for a mere half-second, you knew that celebrities could be rude, but you didn't expect it from Bella, at least not so forthrightly. Just as you had opened your mouth to introduce yourself to her, she cut you off and spoke again. "Are you the only employee of this establishment? Don't you at least have a masseuse on board?" Again, Bella's words seemed so deliberately formed to pierce your skin, as if her rude demeanour were beyond intentional...
To this concerned question, you just stuck to your script of putting a client at ease: direct them to look at your qualification in massage therapy, assure them that you are well-trained, and above all, that you were professional. That much seemed to work on most women, but Bella? The woman just rose further questions! Where did you work before this? Are you in a relationship? Is your girlfriend okay with this work? You didn't allow Bella to continue this line of questioning, after all, your relationship status mattered little to your career, and as such it was hardly relevant discussion.
"Miss P-" Almost did it again! "Don't misunderstand, Miss, but I've taken on many clients of your sex and not a single one of them have left me feeling dissatisfied, further, nor have they raised any complaints to the American Massage Therapy Association in regards to my conduct whatsoever. This is to say, that if you are not happy with my establishment, then you are free to conduct your business elsewhere." You put your foot down with Bella in a respectful but also self-respecting manner, though she didn't seem to pick up on the veiled comments left in your statement and how they might have double meanings.
Seemingly surprised by your directness, she looked at you, stunned, for a few moments, before her usual self returned, with that cocky smirk and piercing eyes, expressing her opinion on the matter. "Very well, I'm more than happy to be serviced by you in this quaint, little establishment. After all, the recommendations from some friends made it seem too hard to pass up on, but I don't imagine you'll fault a girl for being careful, especially in this day and age." Bella rescinded her prior reluctance, simply citing that it was best for a woman to have caution in places where intimacy is a guarantee. She also made it known that she had been referred to see this place by some friends of hers, which you naturally inquired about, wanting to know which of your customers to reward, or punish, for bringing in such a woman as this - your judgment about which it would be naturally being withheld until the session is over.
"Just some friends, that's all." Miss Poarch was evasive in her response, refusing - for whatever reason - to elaborate, which caused you to cease pressing, instead focusing on acquiring her personal details.
"That's fine. Then may I have your name, please?" You asked, and with a doll-like gaze that put butterflies in your chest, she confirmed that which you already knew, her name was Bella Poarch. "Very well, Miss Poarch-" "Just call me Bella." She cut you off just as you began speaking again, a habit that was beginning to show itself, much to your annoyance. Her insistence on you addressing her by her first name intrigued you, but it was hardly a fact to get caught up on, and thus you assented, readdressing her in the correct manner.
"Miss Bella, judging by your prior comments I'll bet that this isn't your first visit to a massage parlour. If that's the case, then we can begin swiftly, if you'll allow me to show you around." You got your win in somehow, no matter how small. You could see that addressing her as Miss Bella still seemed to irritate her, but with you turning your back and beckoning for her to follow as you proceeded to the back of the shop, she could put up no counter, instead just following along as you showed her around, like clockwork: massage room, dressing room, disrobe as little or much as you'd like and stow items, shower if preferred, then come into the room, cover with towels as needed and call when ready to begin.
In the meantime, you went back to your office, but already knowing of her identity, you didn't bother searching it up. Instead, you entertained yourself with different pursuits... You pulled up the camera feed, the hidden ones that were installed throughout your parlour, but specifically the ones in the dressing room. As your office was separated by a single wall to the dressing room, you were starting to think of installing a one-way mirror on the dressing room side, so that you would be able to more easily look into the room and see your clients as they undressed, but that would take some renovation and would have to wait for another day. As for now, you stalked the cameras and enjoyed the view as you watched Miss Bella take off each article of her clothing, giving you a nice little strip-tease as she finished, remaining in just some black panties, and absolutely nothing else.
From what you could see on your shoddy cameras, Bella's chest was perhaps not the most fullest you'd encountered, but there was definitely still room for enjoyment to be had. Her ass though, that was where the fun really looked to be! With some thin black panties separating her cheeks, there was almost no protection for you to stop from just gazing at those plump, thicc ass cheeks however you liked, indulging in your desires as such. Bella did not, in fact, opt to take a shower, nor did she decide to let her hair down, though it seemed it would be too much work to do so, given that it was braided in a triple-plait way. Already you started to get some ideas of how you might make pleasurable use of that braid of hers... As she transitioned from the dressing room into the massage room, you sighed as you noted her covering her butt with a towel, lying on her stomach. Surely one day, you'd get a famous customer who elected not to cover themselves up with those complimentary towels, you thought.
Whatever the case, you powered off your screen and made your way to the room, with the woman calling out that she was ready whilst you were on your way. Finally, it was time to go, and you couldn't wait for this hour to be over and what it might look like when it did come to a close, though you couldn't have possibly guessed the answer now... Anyway, you had reached the door to the massage room, it was time to begin.
"Looking good, Miss Bella! I trust you're ready to have your mind blown, your world rocked, so to speak?" You grinned playfully, casting aside the rude discourse back and forth between the two of you as you cleared your mind and prepared for your massage. Approaching the woman, your eyes couldn't help but admire her tattoo work, those two butterflies on the back of her thighs, for example, how badly you just wanted to grip onto both of them and... shove your face between those legs! Whatever would end up happening, you knew you'd be satisfied with the result, or so you thought... "As is standard procedure, I'm just going to begin around your neck where there tends to be the most tension, then I'll-" "What are you doing?!" You had just started explaining to Miss Poarch what you had in store for her, lightly pressing down on her sensitive shoulders as she suddenly recoiled and turned to face you.
"I'm... administering your massage?" The interrogative nature of her question genuinely shocked you, you didn't even have the time to register how her bare chest was on full display to you, with that biblical verse tattooed right across it, you could not appreciate the roundness and perkiness of Bella's breasts, not with her piercing gaze and arched eyebrows threatening to break down your walls. In an aggressed response to your question, Bella questioned you with a truly dumbfounding remark.
"Yeah, with your hands?! Did I consent to you touching my body?" The question admittedly had you stammering for a reply, in your blanked state your eyes gazed back into hers as they conveyed a tone of dead seriousness. You thought it obvious that the very nature of a massage required a level of physical touch, and conveyed as much to Bella, but quite antagonistically, she continued, "I asked you for a female masseuse and you couldn't provide one, could you? You should know that because of that I'd prefer you to use something other than your hands to give me my massage! Don't you have one of those massage machines that you see at other places?!", seriously, you just couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth! It was as if she was being intentionally difficult, and her attitude was certainly beginning to dampen your mood.
Wanting not to argue, but just to keep your client happy, you assented that you were in such possession of a device and presented it to Bella, who nodded with approval of your use of it and settled herself back in the massage bed as you began your now-inferior massage, with the use of a machine, no less. And so, armed with a detestable device, you began your massage on her upper back and listened with disdain as she seemed to jovially moan out, singing praises at how effective the machine was, saying nothing of your efforts towards her! This really pissed you off, and you were of an unhappy mind, but couldn't express as much, at least not till that goddamn oil was on her...
You continued the application of this machine to her back with a steady hand as it lowered towards her behind, covered with that pesky towel you also hated. You were getting the opinion that remodelling needed to happen, no more towels for covering up, for one, and no more machines! If a client didn't appreciate a man's touch, your touch, then they may as well have left the store. You didn't need their money, nor did you want it. Just as you were finishing up on her posterior - well, everything above that thin, white towel at least - you questioned Bella in a low hum, cutting through those overexaggerated moans of hers that didn't even bring joy to your ears at this point, asking her permittance for your next move.
"Miss Bella, for this next part I'll need to apply some rubbing oil into your back and this part can't be done with the help of a machine. Do you consent to me doing so?" You addressed Bella in such a carefully-constructed way that not a single word of yours could be misconstrued as being impolite, so as to not give the woman another reason for backtalk. Thankfully, she assented to the action and and allowed you to finally touch her skin, not before squiring some of that oil into your hands, however.
As you started to slather in that oil, her moans actually decreased in volume and in frequency! She seemed less allured by your hands over her back, and sure enough, the firmness of their grip didn't seem to improve matters. This massage was actually starting to feel like more of a laborious chore than anything else, not something to derive pleasure from, in fact, you were sure that Bella had to be enjoying this the most, and not because of that damn machine on her back. No, you were getting an idea of something else, something that you could prove to yourself with Bella's complete attitude, demeanour and conversation so far; Bella was pissing you off with full intent to do so, why? She enjoyed it... It was just now that you recalled one of her song lyrics in your head, realising the truth to its words "I don't know why I'm like this, I love to piss you off. Something in my psychosis finds it a little hot."
So that was Bella's angle, huh? To be rude just to be rude, just to annoy you... Your blood was starting to boil at this realisation, guess she had succeeded in her intent, but now your mind was filling with ways to get her back, to make Bella regret such a decision! Anyway, as to the status of her massage, you had now finished rubbing that shiny aphrodisiac into her sexy back, not that any effects had seemed to take hold, with that in mind, you endeavoured to slightly speed up the process so that you could make her submit to your will, to your masculine touch, to your entire being, even.
Starting on her legs, you hadn't even realised that you were no longer holding the machine, but Bella was so kind to remind you of as much, with a sharp inhale of breath being heard loud and clear as you so much as laid a single fingertip on her. If you didn't know any better, you'd say she was allergic to human touch or something like that, but of course, you had just disproven that theory with your aphrodisia oil all rubbed into that back of hers. Annoyingly so, you took up the massager again and repeated the same earlier process over her legs, hastening in your pace as she moaned aloud all the same, seriously, you did not find her moans attractive, they annoyed you as much as the rest of her did. The only pleasant thing you had to look at was her body itself, which even then, if she continued the way she had been going, you might start to dislike that all the same, and then you'd surely be in for a hateful session of rough play.
Your massage on her legs (could you even call it your massage anymore, truly?) was finished the moment that final ball touched a ball of her own, the one in the back of her heel, you set the massager down and repeated the same question as before, with her again approving of it, and again, her moans actually seemed to decrease in quantity and intensity. Your hands having free rein over Bella's thicc thighs and toned shins provided some minimal pleasure, but you just continued on, hoping that this oil would activate soon enough for her to initiate the first move against you, though you feared that with the way this was going, you'd have to be the one to make the first move.
"Miss Bella, it is now time for you to turn over, if you would like to move the towel from your crotch to your chest, or alternatively, receive two towels to cover yourself, then let me know so I may accommodate in compliance with your wishes." You spoke to her in an overly formal tone, though it had noticeably lost that soft hum that had complimented it earlier, now, you were just addressing her rather coldly. In a petty defiance of your request, Bella simply rolled over and tossed the towel aside, an act that initially caused you to raise a brow as to her current hormonal state, but upon further inspection, you saw the Ice Queen was very much still out in full force.
At this point, you could now look at Bella's perky breasts all you liked as they contorted to appear rather flat, what with her weight being shifted with her lying on her back. you could also look down at those thin, black panties as well, the lace on them being so thin that you could almost make out the shape of her vulva, but too much inspecting would surely cause another protesting remark by Bella, which you just no longer wanted the hassle of.
Just as before, you brought the massager down to Bella's collarbone and put it to work, now resting your evil eyes on Bella's face, affording yourself the opportunity to do so as her eyes remained closed. Seeing that mouth open and close to let out those fake-as-fuck moans irked you, something in you was starting to break. In your complete month-long history of running your Pleasure Parlour you had not once had a bad customer, nor a bad attitude in the pursuit of your client's pleasure, but this one? Nothing but hatred filled your soul for the woman before you, you simply couldn't stand her! Her over-the-top moaning, her bitchy personality, her intentional rudeness, even those tattoos imprinted into her flesh were starting to piss you off! You again recalled the same song lyric, "I love to piss you off...", well, she had succeeded...
"Is something wrong?" Bella called out to you in a way that broke you out of your trance to see that you were no longer holding the massager to her chest, with it now at your side whilst still on full-power. Considering your options for a moment, your displeased frown turned into a devilish smirk as you replied in the most honest way that you had done for the entire massage, for the entire time you had had the displeasure of knowing this woman!
"Wrong? Yeah, something's wrong. your attitude." In a bone-chilling voice, you expressed your opinion of Bella as you moved to the head of the bed that Bella had occupied and made your move... You took that oil in your hand and squirted it out into the other, proceeding to lower your pants and rub that oil right onto your cock, as you had done before to lube it up, but this time it had nothing to do with lubrication. Then, just as Bella's eyes fluttered open, you lowered your shaft over the bitch's face and pressed it against her lips, without a second thought, you pushed it in as your sword sheathed itself into the back of Bella's throat.
"Gwak!" Bella could do nothing but choke and gasp for air as you attacked her throat in an upside-down blowjob, you were tired of her games and were just going to have your fun with her in your own way. What are those songs of hers? Build a Bitch? Dolls? Well, it was quite fitting really, because from this point onwards, until the hour was up, Bella was to be your personal fuck doll, for you to use however you pleased.
Further chokes and gasps for air were elicited by Bella as your mass of meat rested in Bella's tight little throat, you waited until your cock was fully acclimated to the petite size of it before continuing your efforts. Out... then in... out... then in... You wanted so badly to just shove it as far back as you could in one swift manoeuvre, but you knew that at this stage, Bella was more likely to vomit than she was to submit, which didn't sound all that appealing to you, in fact, it would only increase your disgust and your hatred for her. In this upside down blowjob though, you had to admit, the tip of your cock continuously sliding back and forth against Miss Poarch's tongue? It felt good, better than good, even, it felt great!
Was that all Bella would be good for, that she would ever be good for? Just a tool for a man to get off to, nothing more than a human-like fleshlight! You had half a mind to just douse her completely in your aphrodisiac oil and see what would become of the woman, would she be more doll than human? Your curiosity was starting to win out against your depleted morals. For now though, you just occupied yourself with the pleasant feeling of your cock sliding down the walls of her throat, and against that slimy, salivating tongue, which was helping to keep your dick nice and wet for your continued thrusting into her mouth.
In your only moment of pleasure that you had received from the massage thus far, you hadn't even registered how the effect of all that oil trickling down that tight, little throat of hers might start to influence her actions, and you were in the process of inspecting her face to see what emotions could be elicited from it now perhaps, maybe something akin to pleasure or something like that? Your question was answered prematurely however, as Bella's change of mood could be demonstrated through her very next action toward you, it being most curious indeed...
"Mmmf!" You groaned out as you felt something round and soft to the touch enveloping your cock rather tightly, looking to see that the object was nothing other than Bella's hand. It wasn't warmly that she gripped your rod however, she squeezed on your shaft so hard, almost intent on milking you of your orgasm, but you were saving that! Immediately following that, Bella further surprised you, she regained control of her own lips and rather than pulling you off of her and giving you an earful, she gave you a mouthful instead, that is, Bella used her hand and her mouth to get the last remaining inches of your cock into her throat as your balls rested on her nose. She was now sucking your cock pleasurably! Up... then down... up... then down... Even in this position, she was blowing your cock so skilfully like some kind of oral fiend.
You wondered if this was the effect that your oil trickling down her throat had had, turning her into a oral whore of some kind, you wondered- but ughhh, you didn't care! Not with how well Bella was now blowing your cock to the best of her ability! Whereas you had before been intent on skull-fucking her in this upside-down blowjob position, you now voluntarily moved to the side to get a better angle of Bella's eyes, and to allow her to be more adept in her movement so that she could utilise her mouth in pleasuring you better.
Miss Poarch surely took advantage of the change, still gripping onto your cock tightly with her right hand as her left arm bolstered her stance so that she could lean upwards slightly to get closer to your cock. You couldn't help but glance over to her eyes, and noted how they were so blank and devoid of life, they hadn't changed from before, in all actuality, but whereas before you saw coldness and lack of emotion, you now noticed a different perspective, you saw diligence and dutifulness; this was a woman who was committed to her task, and most currently, that was giving you some good head.
Seriously, the way she blew your cock was just incredible! Not failing to get every single inch of it into her mouth with each motion forwards, with extra saliva being secreted from the corners of her lips as she did so. Fuck, she was really intent on sucking your balls dry of all that cum that had been storing up throughout the once-boring and then irritating day, but you wouldn't let her, not yet... Looking the woman's body over once, your hatred shone through again, even as she was being good now by pleasuring you, you hadn't forgotten how she had treated you, and you still thought of her in that same hateful way. Because of this, you knew exactly what you wanted, you wanted to defile Bella, and not just that, but you also wanted to completely dominate her too.
Taking those objectives into mind, you had to forcefully pry your cock from her mouth and those cold hands, sneering down at her as that doll-like expression remained even with you no longer inside her. "Are you ready to obey?" You stared Bella down coldly, noting her slow and slight nod of approval as you raised your hand and do what you had been wanting to do for some time now, you slapped Bella once across the face! Her head rotated with the impact, so as to make it hurt less, and her long braid flicked across the room as you caught it in mid-air and grabbed hold of it, pulling on it until she was closer to you, much closer. "Good, then I want you to get on your hands and knees and await further instruction." You pulled at her braid tightly, expecting to see some change in expression of her face denoting physical pain, but after being denied such a change, you let her go completely and stepped back, watching as Bella shifted from previously lying on her back, to now taking her stance on all fours, wiggling that ass in your direction as she faced forward, obedient as ever.
Stripping yourself of your clothes, you inspect Bella's figure now, with her breasts only slightly sagging from her torso as you harshly cupped one in your hand and squeezed it to your liking. After discarding it, you moved around to Bella's ass and marvelled at it, it was just so phat and meaty, you wanted to know how it would look jiggling around with you pounding into it as hard as you could, a thought you would soon be able to enact. You gave her left ass cheek some spanks for good measure, hoping to see your hand print left upon it, but after getting some less-than-desirable results, you reapplied some oil onto that phat ass to make it all shiny and new, spanking her again and noting the vibrant red colour the impact of your force left as you now smiled satisfactorily.
Climbing onto the massage bed, you met your opponent in doggystyle, admiring the ass before you as you looked down at her black panties, visibly soaked, indicating some pleasure from Bella, though you honestly weren't sure if that had come from before or after you had seized control of her for your own liking. Ultimately, you cared little for Bella's pussy though, you had another hole you wanted to explore in mind... With that, you pulled Bella's panties off to the side and directly applied some oil to your index finger, proceeding to push it into Bella's asshole. You continued a back-and-forth motion for some time, really ensuring that she'd be sufficiently lubed up, certainly enough to take the entire girth and length of your cock!
Once you felt Bella was ready, you removed your finger from her puckering asshole and replaced it with your own shaft, giving it another coat of oil for some lubrication. You would've gone in raw to really express your hatred for the woman, but at the same time, you had already been lubricated enough by the saliva from Bella's gums as she slobbered all over your cock. Anyway, you gripped onto Bella's love handles and pushed the tip of your cock into her asshole, with some authentic moans gracing your ears that you could properly enjoy this time, but you only got to her hips when you realised that you weren't quite so satisfied with this position as you thought! And so, with your tip still teasing Bella's anus, you made some... adjustments to Bella's current position.
Enacting them as you saw fit, you grabbed both of Bella's arms and held them both behind her back, pushing the woman forward by her head until she was all the way bent over, with her face now buried in the cradle as it had been earlier, and her ass still up high, level with your crotch. You moved one hand back to Bella's hips whilst keeping the other still gripped onto Bella's forearm, ensuring that she would be good to keep them behind her back and ultimately, herself in this position.
Satisfied by the position, you began thrusting your lubricated cock into Bella's lubricated asshole, with it feeling just as good as some old-fashioned pussy play, only much, much tighter. Due to Bella already being all lubed up, not much time was wasted in getting the woman used to the pace at which you thrusted in and out of her, and as such you quickly began doing as you had wanted before, pounding Bella's ass cheeks roughly as she whimpered and moaned in a submissive manner, but you wanted to hazard a guess that those eyes were still just as glassy as they had been before, and even though you held nothing but contempt for the woman, you could admit that she had a strong sense of duty when it came to pleasing a man, though you suspected that Bella may also have thought herself to be quite the dominant type, something you shared in common with her.
Enjoying yourself now that you could freely dominate Bella's asshole as you wished, you gave those oiled-up ass cheeks some much needed spanks whilst beginning to shout extremities at the bitch who hadn't valued you properly. "Cocky little bitch! All high and mighty, oh you think it matters that you're famous?! I've had famous women before and even they've treated me with courtesy! Just a fucking high=class whore! That's all you are!" You verbally assaulted Bella with your words as you felt glory in the fact that she could do nothing but take them, as she could do nothing but take your cock slamming into her asshole at incredible rates of speed for the human body, your stamina was truly a testament to the human race! Uttering those words felt beyond relieving, as did your current treatment of her ass in giving it as many slaps and spanks as you wanted.
Feeling yourself building to an orgasm, you grabbed onto both of her forearms and held them quite securely behind her back so that you might pound her even faster, surely faster than Bella had ever received it, and more powerful too! The only sound that could be heard in the room was your hips slapping against Bella's sore, red ass cheeks with such fury that you didn't even know you contained, and you never let up feeding Bella all kinds of degrading insults either. The doll hadn't even stopped moaning, presumably because she was hanging on for dear life, biting the material of the massage bed so that she wouldn't currently be degrading herself by screaming out from mixed emotions of joy and pain. But now it was coming, you were finally going to blow your load, and there was only one place you wanted to put it...
"I'm going to cum now, and I'm going to do it right in this phat fucking ass of yours! Because I want you to carry it with you that your pristine, high-class whore act? It's a fucking sham! Some lowly massage therapist took your ass for his own pleasure, how degrading is that?!" You spoke with a fury in your voice as you repeatedly pounded Bella's asshole, even having the boldness to bite on her ear lobe and cause her to flex up with some discomfort as you got your last few thrusts in. Before your final one, you slowed down and grabbed onto Bella's braid, that thick, long, black braid of hair that had just been shaking about the entire time! You grabbed onto it and wrapped it around your hand a couple times until her head had been forcibly pulled back, and with your last thrust, you pulled the braid back as hard as you could whilst thrusting yourself inwards as fast as you could. The combination of acts resulted in an explosive eruption of cum as you let yourself loose inside Bella's asshole! It was so powerful that you felt Bella's body jerk and shake, all of her muscles relaxing at once as you felt something delightful: Bella's complete submission towards your superior male appendage... Not so high and mighty now, was she?
After depleting your entire load from your balls into Bella's asshole, you pulled out in a swift movement and left the woman gaping; a sweaty, shivering mess, panting for breath and stuck in her position. But you had no love for her, you had no kindness to give either, instead, you just gave her one final slap on the ass before discarding her like worthless trash, telling her to go clean herself up and come out front to settle her bill. After you had gotten dressed again, you went out to the front whilst waiting for Bella to come and meet you, your anger was cooling and you felt more calm than you had been in the room. You recounted the events that had just occurred, and they didn't even feel real. Bella Poarch had entered your massage studio as a musician you knew a little about, but she was now one of your least-favourite people on Earth, and if she ever came back for another massage - which you didn't think likely - you would surely turn her away, so that she wouldn't trouble you again.
Just as you were thinking these things, the popstar came out to see you at the front desk, her hair still slightly dishevelled and she had a visible limp in her step that certainly wasn't there when she had walked in, something that made you smile to yourself about. Miss Poarch settled up her bill with you, charging her the full £100 fee, considering that you no longer wanted to offer the promotional discount to her, and would most likely discontinue it for all customers from now on. She paid it all the same, and just as she had been before, she commented on your parlour's subpar massage rather rudely, but now that you could only picture in your mind as being completely submissive to you, her words didn't pierce your armour in the slightest, in fact, they only strengthened it.
With that, and her, now taken care of, you bade Miss Poarch to have a wonderful day in just about the fakest voice you could muster, wishing her well as she turned and limped away, with you looking at her legs, seeing those butterflies that looked more red than usual... But then, something more alarming caught your eye, something moving down her leg! You saw it clear as day, it was your own white cum trailing down the side of Bella's leg! Uh oh. After the woman had gone, you immediately bolted to the office to watch back the camera footage, and your worst suspicion was true, Bella had not been cleansed! She had not washed, and most likely, she had not forgotten every single thing you had just done to her. Your business was now in jeopardy because the bitch didn't take a shower, something you had clearly instructed her to do before the session had started. You tried exiting your parlour and running after her, but alas, she was nowhere to be seen, and so you closed up early and escaped, heading home and worrying about the kinds of assaults you would be made to by Bella Poarch, blackmail, exposure... you had no idea what to expect would come next, and worst of all, you could only wait for Bella to make the next move.
1st October 2024
It's been a couple of weeks now since your last good massage, customers were starting to notice a dip in quality, a decline in satisfaction on their part. You've been on edge since your encounter with Bella Poarch, more specifically how it ended. At this point, you weren't sure if she had taken a shower at home and forgotten all about you, or if she had let the oil dry into her skin, integrating the memories of what you had done to her during your session together into her hippocampus, sealing them in there and allowing her to keep hold of those memories. All you knew was that, whatever the case may be, she hasn't reached out to you yet, nor has she posted anything directed at you and your parlour since the day of her session.
For that reason, you felt as though you were safe; though the situation may change later, you couldn't keep going in that headspace, and so, after taking the last few days of September off to refresh your mindset, you had planned to begin October as though all was normal, looking forward to gaining new clients, and to satisfying existing ones as well. After posting on all your business' socials to let them know you were back in action, you opened up the shop and resumed your daily life as normal, determined to make this month one of great financial success! And your parlour really must've been a growing hit with the local population, for not long after opening, a new woman you had not seen walked through your door...
*Ding!*
The bell attached to the door rung aloud as your eyes averted from the computer screen you had been burying your nose in to the front door, taking aim at the woman who had just walked in and her curvaceous figure. With every step towards you, the woman's hips swayed from left to right, and it was as if all the most desirable parts of her body moved with her feet. This new client was not exactly the living embodiment of American female beauty standards, that is to say, the woman had just a little bit of extra fat around her waistline in proportion to the rest of her body. But that didn't disenchant you, for, if anything, the woman's extra rolls only made her breasts bigger, and her ass assuredly phatter. Speaking of the former, the lady's breasts were out in full force, presenting them in such a way as if she wanted a man - any, or even every man - to take notice with her top being an incredibly unique, frilly one that didn't even connect at the sides at all, save for some tangled lace that looked as though tremendous strain was being put on it to ensure that the woman's breasts did not spill out of her top. As for her lower half, the woman wore a black pencil skirt that cut off just above her knees, showing off some thigh, and she wore some black heels to match.
As for the woman's facial features though, she had a very pretty set of eyes with pronounced lashes that were seemingly shadowed with some liner in a colour that matched the brown pools encircling her pupils. Her brows were very precise, definitely looking as though they had been trimmed with much attentive care, and had perhaps been assisted with some ink to make them look more full, and her lips shaded a delightfully glossy pink that really made them pop to the naked eye. The woman, all in all, was quite beautiful, and you were already forming some preconceived notions of her affluence just off of the level of care she put into her outfit and makeup, perhaps she was a rich lady, a housewife looking for some destressing away from an overbearing, incompetent husband. Well, if that were the case, you'd be happy to offer your services to the woman.
Drawing nearer to your position at the front desk, you thought it best to greet the beautiful lady in a courteous manner that respected her status as a seemingly wealthy woman. "Hello there, madam! Looking to get a nice, relaxing massage in before brunch, are we?" You addressed the woman kindly, making assumptions as to the reason for her visit and where she would be travelling next, to which she merely flashed a smile at you and traced her index finger through a strand of her luscious brunette hair as it fell down elegantly on her right temple. "Yes, I would posit that you look all dolled up and quite ready to go out to meet the ladies!" The tone in which you spoke still assumed much of the woman, more specifically, the kind of woman she might be. However, her response to your covertly flirtatious remarks was, to put it simply, quite surprising.
"Ahem. Uh, no, actually, I'm here looking for an interview about a job posting you put up? One for a cleaner?" Quite a shock indeed, this woman, whom you had perceived to be from some old-money wealthy background, was in all actuality, looking for some part-time job listing that you had put up weeks ago to mop floors and maintain the plants that you had, until now, been laboriously looking after yourself. Well, the paradigm shift might not have been too surprising, for any woman can look beautiful with enough effort, and you could certainly see why someone may dress up in a stunning attire such as this lady had done, were they attending something as formal as a job interview.
Initially quite taken aback by the woman's words, it took you a while to realise the new situation before promptly correcting yourself and addressing the woman appropriately. "Ah, my apologies, Miss, I suppose I assumed a woman as beautiful as yourself would be coming in for a massage. But if it's the job listing you're enquiring about, I'd be happy to conduct such an interview, perhaps, in my office?" You dropped the previous title of Madam to a simple Miss as you addressed this fine lady, commenting on her beauty in such a way that caused her to peel back her upper lip just enough for her to present you with a pearly white grin, though as you suggested moving into your office, this potential hire refocused herself into a more serious look.
"I assume you brought a resume? It's not necessarily required for a part-time position such as this one, but a resume would help me know that you are professional." As you transitioned to your office, you engaged in some pre-interview idle chatter with the woman about whether she had with her a resume. Presenting you with one, you barely even skimmed the document, only noticing the face on it, which was just as beautiful as her standing in front of you now. So used to bringing ladies to the back of the parlour, were you, that motioning them to head into the office instead felt strangely foreign, you first ensured that your monitor with all your hidden cameras was switched off before allowing the woman entry, and when inside you took your seat in the office chair at your desk, but not before pulling up a chair for the lady to sit opposite you. Now seated in your positions, it was time to conduct the interview, but as it transpired, you could not stop admiring the woman's assets...
(This section will be somewhat speech heavy and thus more to the point)
"Alright, Miss..." You tossed the resume aside and instead laid your eyes on the woman, taking more glances down to her breasts than would have been professional. "Well, I don't even know your name!" You tried averting your gaze multiple times, but the way she pushed her arms together around her chest, it almost looked as though the woman was purposely trying to entice you by looking at her breasts.
"It's Lopez. Samantha Lopez."
"Very well, Miss Lopez, it is Miss isn't it? Or do you have a husband waiting for you at home?"
"Well... No, there's no husband." Her reply was curt, yet uncertain. Mysterious.
"Right then, Miss Lopez, what is your age?"
"I'm 31 years old."
"Ah! It does seem as though more and more people into their thirties aren't getting married, so I shouldn't be too surprised as to your marital status." You winced at your words, not realising how insulting they could have sounded, but when looking at the lady, she didn't seem too offended. "Now, let's see... don't worry, I won't put you on the spot about why you're wanting this job and what you're hoping you'll get out of it. After all, as much as I do enjoy my profession, I also do this for money." You dismissed any of those questions employers might ask about motivations or aspirations or any of that crap.
"I suppose I'll just move on, do you have any other part-time jobs?"
"Well..." "Not to worry, Miss Lopez, even if you do, I hardly think it'll discourage me from hiring you, so long as you can make the hours work." Noticing her hesitancy to reply, you settled her worries to encourage her to continue answering honestly.
"Okay, well I have three other part-time jobs."
"Three?! I'll admit, I expected an answer more to the tune of just the one, or maybe two, but three?! Impressive." To your shock, Miss Lopez explained that she had three separate part-time jobs, that sounded like a lot of work for one week. "And, if you don't mind elaborating, what are those three?"
"My day job involves waitressing and bussing tables for a franchise chain. On the weekends I do Uber work, and my night job, it's... a little embarrassing." The woman explained her division of work, seeming hesitant to elaborate on the third one, with you nudging her to do so.
"Keep in mind, Miss Lopez, I am just an employer looking to hire a new employee, what you do outside of these walls hardly concerns me." You eased her discomforts, after all, your potential employee here would have no ideas what you'd get up to during your work hours...
"Well, to tell the truth, I've started working nights at the strip club near here as a... well - what do you think - as a stripper." To your intrigue, the woman revealed that her third job was something you were suspecting given her initial reluctance, but a full-blown stripper, in this day and age? You would've imagined OnlyFans or Fansly or one of those other glorified porn sites to be preferable.
Honestly, after the potential hire had mentioned this, you couldn't help but admire her body even more, how she might look swinging around a pole, or up close and personal, the Big Beautiful Woman she is giving you a lap dance... Your lewd imaginations of what she might look like underneath those clothes were starting to intensify, and while the woman may not have come in looking for you to give her a massage, you were starting to want to perform a "massage" on her anyway.
"Hm... I believe that brings us to the final part of the interview, for now, at least. If you don't mind me asking, tell me about yourself, Miss Lopez? Why is it that you're working three other jobs? Some kind of financial trouble?" You asked your final question, the only one that you had on your mind that you actually wanted to ask at this point, and to your dismay, she was quite dismissive.
"Well, excuse me, Mister?..."
"Y/N L/N, that's what you may call me."
"Mr L/N, as you mentioned before, we're both just looking to make money, that's all this is; I work three different jobs because I'm just looking to make money." Miss Lopez dismissed your question in just as curt a way as she had occasionally done thus far.
"I see, Miss Lopez. Understood." You assented, not wanting to pry and shoo away this fine woman. "Well, in that case, that's all I have to ask of you. I trust you're familiar with the pay rate and hours I'm looking for you to work as per the job listing?" The woman nodded, seeming content with the salary you were offering and the times at which you wanted to work, which were simply split between some opening times and closing times on certain days of the week. The job wouldn't be too much for this workhorse.
"Now that that's out of the way, I'm inclined to offer you this job, should you so wish to take it."
"Yes! Of course Mr L/N! Thank you so much!" Your potential, no, your official new hire seemed much more upbeat and pleased in her tone as she thanked you for the job, and to celebrate, you had an idea in mind...
"Tell me, Miss Lopez, are you going anywhere?"
"Right now? Uhm, I have a shift at my day job in a couple of hours, but there's nothing immediate at the moment. Why do you ask?"
"Well, Miss Lopez, as a brand new hire to the Pleasure Parlour, I believe it's only right you should get to reap some benefits of working here! Benefits such as... a free, complimentary massage?" You suggested that as an employee at your establishment, that she should receive a free massage. You didn't even care about the $100 you'd be passing up on, you just wanted to take your new employee for a spin, to see what was hiding under the hood - or top - so to speak.
"Oh, well... I don't know, Mr L/N, I'd hate if you were to get a paying customer and miss out on the opportunity because you're with me..." "Nonsense! Tell me, Miss Lopez, do you want to pass up on this? Just think of whatever kind of stress or trouble you're under, and it all washing away under the hour-long massage you'd receive! Are you foolish enough to pass that up?!" Your new hire initially posed some resistance to the idea, but you doubled down on the offer, trying your very best to convince the woman by using that undisclosed trouble you sensed earlier to nudge her over the edge. In reality, you cared little about her stress, the only thing you cared about was her body, more accurately, having that body all to yourself.
"Okay, well, I guess I can't say no when you put it that way..."
"Wonderful! In that case, how about I show you around the facilities as I do with all my clients and get you settled in. You might even consider it me showing you around your new workplace!" With that, you rose up from your chair and reached your hand out to the woman in assisting her up to her feet, putting your soft, delicate masseur hands in her own smooth hands for a moment before leading her along as you showed her around the parlour as you did everybody. The same routine: massage room, dressing room, disrobe, stow items, situate self on massage bed and call for the masseur.
After you had left her to change in the dressing room, you went back out to the front and changed the sign on the door from open back to closed, after all, this would not be an official session, and as such, you were not quite open for business, and certainly didn't want any interruptions... For good measure, you closed the shutters on the windows and turned on the lights to preserve the brightness of the room whilst blocking out the sunlight, as well as any prying eyes.
With some time still left to kill, your interview with Miss Lopez before was still gnawing at your mind, and so you did as you normally do with all your clients, you went back to your office and looked up her name through Google, "Samantha Lopez". The results seemed to be entirely unfruitful, with the search results showing nothing significant, no Instagram accounts matching her face, no social media of any kind. Results for a Samantha Lopez only displayed an actress and a professional footballer (soccer to any Americans), and thus you figured the search was a bust, that perhaps whoever this new hire was, she was no one special in the public eye. That was, until, you scrolled all the way down to the bottom and noted the suggested search terms, highlighting ones such as "Samantha Lopez Adept" and "Samantha Lopez xQc".
xQc, now there's a name you've heard of. A Twitch streamer, you recalled. Your curiosity piquing, you clicked on the former of the two search terms and new search results outlined exactly what you were looking for! The first webpage was a Twitch link to an adeptthebest, second was a wall of photos perfectly matching your client, and following were various wiki pages and Reddit links to more information of the streamer. So she is a streamer, you surmised, or rather, could have been, as in past tense? Certainly, you didn't imagine a streamer involved with the likes of xQc would need to hold as many as four part-time jobs. Investigating some more, you scrolled down to the "People also ask" section and clicked on the first result, titled "What happened to Adept?" with the result below popping up:
"XQC's ex-girlfriend Adept, who has tried to destroy his life, is now reportedly bankrupt after repeatedly lying in court documents and falsifying information about him to try and ruin him."
And so you were getting a better grasp of the situation; your new hire, Miss Lopez - or Adept, as those in the streaming world would call her - seemingly went bankrupt (which would explain those "financial troubles" you had sensed) through incurring too many legal fees, lying in court, and trying to destroy her ex, one of the most popular names in the streaming world as you knew it. 'Gold digger.' was the first thought of yours that came to mind after reading this, and now that gold digger worked for you... amazing luck you have. First that encounter with Bella a few weeks back, and now this. It was as though you had been served up a steaming pile of shit, and in the face of a wrongful termination lawsuit, could say nothing but thank you. Amazing.
"I'm ready!" You quite clearly heard Miss Lopez, no, Adept's voice, call out to you from within the massage room, causing you to once more switch off the monitor as you put your hands in your pockets and walked slowly to the massage room, thinking about the bombshell you had just been dropped in your lap that was the hiring of this seemingly terrible person! You were once excited to works with the like of her, but now felt only dread. Jesus, you even offered her to have a free massage, what were you thinking? What if the likes of Jodi Lee come around, or Leslie Fu, or both at the same time even?! Who knows what you might miss out on? But you can't cancel it now, not when your employee is most likely waiting on that bed, her curvy naked body waiting for you to soothe it...
Okay, maybe not all seemed so dire, after all, you still couldn't deny the attraction you felt for the woman, it was turning into a taboo kind of lust, one you knew you shouldn't feel considering the things the woman was alleged to have done, but one that you couldn't cease to think about. You started to recall your session with Bella, the ending of it was... haunting, to say the least, but the sex? Well, if you couldn't love and worship Adept's sexy, voluptuous body, you could very well defile it instead. And so you turned the handle of the door into the massage room, readying for whatever stance you may take when treating your client, taking some delight that whatever approach you took, at least you'd enjoy it.
"Oh! Wait, don't come i-" Just as you had opened the door, you heard your new employee calling out to you in a panicked voice, though it soon ceased when she realised the damage was already done. Despite calling out that she was ready to begin, you entered the room to see Adept standing on her feet, clutching a towel that laid on the nearby set of drawers as if she was in the act of covering herself (well thank god you interrupted that), but nothing of hers was covered. In fact, Adept's entire voluptuous, sexy body was on full display to you, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't sneak a few peeks at her incredible assets.
For one, Adept's breasts were insanely huge! You already knew this from that poor excuse of a thing she called a shirt, but seeing them hang free was a different story, they were a round, full set of E cups at the very least, though you were willing to bet that the true measurement was higher than that. Additionally, Adept's body didn't roll as much as you thought it would have, but her gut definitely extended out a fair bit, truly earning herself the BBW title. Come to think of it, when you looked at some of her photos online, she didn't look nearly as big as she did as you stared her down in the flesh right now, perhaps the whole bankruptcy ordeal she had put herself through had caused some side effects to her health, like nervous eating. You could see the stretch marks on her stomach, and around her thighs too, you didn't perceive them negatively, in fact, they only made you erect, being honest.
"Sorry! I just thought I wasn't going to cover myself, but then I decided that I would! And I thought I'd have time but-" "Miss Lopez, calm down." You cut the jittery, panicked woman off as she spoke, inserting your tone rather authoritatively.
"Miss Lopez, you are aware as to the nature of my practice, are you not?" You asked her, to which she nodded with an affirming yes. "Then you are aware that in my line of work, I look at dozens of women's bodies a month?" Another nod. You moved close to the woman, taking her hand in yours as you led her over to the table and spoke. "Then, forget this towel, you need not cover your beautiful body, you need only to lie down on your back and get yourself comfortable for what will be the most incredible hour of your entire life!" You encouraged Adept to forego the use of a towel, promising yourself that starting tomorrow, you would surely throw them all away so that customers would no longer have that option. Your words seemed to allure her, with a bite of her lip and an entranced stare into your eyes; it was as if the women had not received much kindness in the past few years, and your simple comments towards her made her completely warmed to you.
With that, she lied on the bed on her back as prompted, with her breasts still out completely and her belly sagging just a bit as the hinges of the table creaked, but not by much. This was, of course, not proper procedure, as you will have noticed. Usually, your clients start by lying on their front, and you introduce them with a precursory massage, but this woman, Adept, she was a mere employee of yours, she was no customer, and as such, she would be receiving a... different experience... "Now, Miss Lopez, I'm going to begin by rubbing some of this oil all over your torso, as well as those fine legs of yours. Is this okay?" You prodded the woman if you could begin, electing to put the oil on first, something that usually came later. Again, your flirtatious remark put her entirely at ease as she nodded with assent to your ask, even opening her legs a bit as you brought up how you'd be groping them in a moment.
Conducting your "massage", you rubbed some oil out onto your hands and applied it to the base of Adept's neck, already getting some light moans and twinges of pleasure right out of the gate; even though she was a stripper on nights, you could tell she hadn't been touched by a man like this in many years. Your oil massage started at the woman's neck and continued all the way down her body, you rubbed those big fucking tits so intently, making sure they were perfectly shiny, and even showing lots of attention to those round, pink areolae of hers, which when touched, would send more jolts of pleasure through this BBW's body. Your hands glided across her stomach and down past her crotch, with the woman moaning some more, and further opening her legs as you could now visibly see that pussy of hers... It was a slow process, but she was already starting to secrete some of her own juices, visibly turned on by your touch.
You capped off the oil-rubbing at her legs and returned to the woman's crotch, finishing your intricate massage there, with your fingers teasing her vulva and practically playing with her labia. "Nnnnggghhhh!" Adept started to moan in a more whiny tone as you playfully toyed with her vaginal area, getting so close so many times, only to correct yourself and move away. As if you couldn't make it more obvious, you even directed your other hand to reach over to Adept's breast, fully enveloping it in your hand and groping it as firmly as you wanted, but her moans never let up, and when you looked to her face to gauge her reaction, those sealed eyes expressed only one thing, complete and utter submission.
"Miss Lopez, may I-" "Just do it! You're incredible already! Do whatever the fuck you want to me." Your very next question was cut off immediately by the submissive Adept, who was clinging onto her sanity as you felt your hand placed down by her crotch becoming increasingly wetter, recognising Adept's dripping pussy to be its source.
"Very well, Miss Lopez. Then I'll do this..." A grin formed on your face as you made your move! The question you wanted to ask, it was to touch her, and touch the woman you did! You immediately hastened in your efforts as you shoved two of your fingers into Adept's tight, soaking pussy, you started to finger her quite roughly, just jamming your fingers in there in whichever way they would fit as her moans increased by a hundredfold.
Asserting your dominance over the woman, you immediately placed your hand over her mouth, leaning down beside her as your other hand continued crudely assaulting her other set of lips. You sneered at the woman with an evil look in your eyes, silencing all of her hot, muffled moans as they were elicited out only onto the palm of your hand.
*slap*
You brought the hand that was over her mouth down momentarily to strike the woman on her breast! Then again, and again, and again... You kept on meeting the flesh of her tits with the palm of your hand as you finger-fucked her, making the woman cum plenty. Over time, Adept's tits were starting to get redder and redder, and once they were at a sufficient level, you once again leaned over her face and whispered a revelation into her ears.
"You think I wouldn't find out? That if you just didn't say anything that I would never know... Well, perhaps you ought to have given me a fake name, Miss Adept the Best!" You revealed that you knew her name directly to her. Her eyes widened, but with one hand plunging into the depths of her pussy, and the other smacking those voluptuous titties, her face of shock very swiftly subsided back into one of submissive pleasure. "I read all about you, Adept, you shameless gold-digging whore! Thought you could get away with trying to ruin your ex's life just because he had the sense to dump you?! Well, I guess bankruptcy was karma enough, but now, you've got me to deal with!" You confronted the deceptive woman on her omissions, letting her knew what was in store for her future.
"Oh, don't worry, you can have this job. In fact, you're not allowed to quit! From this day on, you're going to come into work everyday, and you're going to come wearing nothing at all. That's right, you want to hear your dress code? The dress code is complete fucking nudity!"
"Now, as for your first task..." You retracted your fingers away from the woman's vagina, and ceased your assault on her reddened tits as you instead sat down on the opposing bed, but not before removing your own clothes to match her level of nudity, "...you're going to wrap those shiny red tits right around this cock, and you're going to give me a tittyfuck!" You jerked yourself off to affirm your instructions, beckoning the employee to get off the bed and get on her knees for you, both of which she did passively, as if there was not a single brain cell in her dumb head telling her to resist.
Like a submissive slut should, Adept placed both of her sore, aching tits in her hands and enveloped your cock in them so much that you couldn't even see so much as the tip of your dick! Nevertheless, she started thrusting them up and down around your shaft, almost looking as though doing so was causing the woman physical pain with how hard you had been abusing those tits of hers like they were your own personal property, well, now that she was your employee, and she was taking advantage of a free massage, they may as well have been...
"That's a good slut... Go on, spit on it." You groaned from the pleasure of Adept's two balloons constricting your cock, ordering her to spit on it to lubricate it, as if the oil you had rubbed into her body before wasn't already doing that work, but alas, she did so consensually, letting out a trail of saliva travelling directly down from her lips to the tip of your cock, which had just poked out for a mere moment before once again being engulfed by the two mounds of flesh.
You could've cum from just this tittyfucking alone, and though you were tempted to, you had other ideas for Adept, after all, in this first session? You wanted to get the woman well-acquainted with the workplace and what the job role she signed up for had in store for her. And so, ordering the woman to stop, you gave Adept her second task... "Now, slave, I'm going to go back to my office, and you're going to get down on your hands and knees and let me walk you like a mere fucking dog." You gave the woman her second order, and seeing as she was already on her knees, all you had to do was sweep her arms with your feet to get her on all fours like the disgusting animal she was.
*slap*
You gave the gold-digging whore a hard spank to the ass to signify the commencement of her task, with her beginning to crawl along as you moved beside her. Already taking issue with the pace that she walked, you called out for the sub-human slut to stop, reaching down to her and roughly pulling at her hair in such a cruel and rough way that caused her to yelp out in pain momentarily, but for her own sake, she quickly shut herself up. Taking ahold of the whore's hair, you pulled on it as though it were a doggy's leash, pulling her along as you walked in such a degrading, humiliating way. You set off though, having the bare-minimum of kindness to open the door for her to walk, or crawl, through.
"Y-Y/N-" "Silence!" You shut the dog up as it attempted to utter something out, laying down some ground rules. "During your employment here, Miss Lopez, you are to address me as Boss, and only that. Further, you are not permitted to speak freely, but may only speak when spoken to, understood?"
"Yes Boss." Adept assented, continuing to crawl as she had been doing, with you holding her back as a leash.
You walked your bitch all the way back to your office, opening the door once more to let her inside before closing it behind you both and walking across the room to sit on your chair, with the woman crawling behind, taking her deserved place between your legs. "Good, you're learning. Just consider me as Pavlov, and yourself as the dog, or bitch, rather. Maybe that way, you'll learn faster." You referenced the psychological perspective of Pavlov's dogs to the current situation, to which the gold-digger submissively nodded. "Now then, your next task is to show me what that throat can do by giving me your best head. And note that if I'm not pleased, then I'll be forced to take it out on you in some... harmful ways."
Your words scaring the woman into action, Adept immediately dove lips-first onto your cock, taking your tip into her mouth as her hand assisted in jerking you off. She got more and more of your cock into her mouth, but did so in a pace that didn't quite suit your liking, and so you re-grabbed hold of your leash and kindly assisted the bitch's pace by forcing more of her lips down onto your cock as her cheeks got fuller and fuller with delicious cock, accompanied by the sweet, sweet sounds of her choking on your cock.
"That's a good slut. Choke on it." You smirked in an evil manner as you further forced the woman's throat down onto your impressive shaft, it's girth and length both proving too difficult for her to get quickly accustomed to, though that didn't stop you from pushing her limits. The feeling of your cock sliding against the walls of her tight, little throat was just too amazing to resist. It was seriously as if she was a large woman on the outside, but on the inside, everything about her was so ridiculously tight and small!
You just had to know the level of which that sentiment held true! So, without wasting another moment, you forced Adept down to the very base of your cock before pulling her all the way off as though you were unsheathing a blade, with the woman coughing and gasping for air once she was finally able to once again. "Very good, Miss Lopez! Very good indeed... don't get me wrong, there's definitely room for improvement with that throat of yours, but we'll move on now... After all, I just have to know how suitable that pussy of yours is for taking this cock, don't I?" You applauded the woman whilst still letting her know that she wasn't yet perfect, but moving on by expressing your desire to feel your cock sliding against her walls...
"Now, my bitch, why don't you just go and bend over the desk and wait for me to come and help you?" You ordered the woman around, who at this point was completely broken and submissive to your every single demand, showing absolutely no resistance whatsoever. With your order spoken, Adept wiped her lip of the spittle that came from taking your entire cock in her mouth, and following that, she walked over to your desk and hunched over it, even jiggling her ass some to entice you, and boy did it work! Adept just had such a fat ass! You weren't sure if it was from her extra weight or if it was all natural, but you couldn't help but admire how huge it was! You even appreciated the stretch marks in that ass and how hot they looked rippling through her body.
Getting out of your chair, you took your place behind Adept and just grabbed hold of those meaty ass cheeks, groping and squeezing them as you truly were starting to think of them as belonging to you at this point. Just before you were about slam your thick cock into Adept's tight pussy, you had an idea alight in your head, and motioned to the side to turn on your monitors and show the woman what you had been looking at, some pictures of her, that article, her ex-boyfriend's picture, even!
"Look at all that, Adept! Say, what do you call a woman who ruins herself in pursuit of a man's money, Miss Lopez?" You pointed out the computer screens to Adept, who only looked at them distastefully. You awaited an answer, but received none. And so...
*slap*
"Answer the question, Miss Lopez! What do you ca-" "A gold digger! I'm a filthy, fat, whore of a gold digger!"
*slap*
"Don't you dare interrupt me again!" You punished the woman for speaking over you, twice.
*slap*
Three powerful smacks to her ass, all in all. "Yes, that is correct though! You, Miss Lopez, are indeed a fat, gold-digging, disgusting whore," You informed Adept of her correct answer, following it with a surprise action. "and as a fat, gold-digging whore, you're going to take this fucking cock in that tight pussy of yours! Nngh!" You raised your voice at the woman, finishing the sentence with a groan as you slammed your cock balls deep into Adept's tight pussy, feeling her walls constrict your shaft and almost milk it dry, but you persisted, you adapted to her startingly tight feeling and waited for her pussy to feel more inviting to you.
"Ahhhh!~~" Adept whimpered aloud, whining like a submissive bitch as she felt all your meat inside her pussy, further bending over as she struggled to comprehend how fast and how rough you had just performed that action. But that wasn't the end of it, you followed it immediately by starting to thrust in and out of Adept's pussy, each time her walls stretching out just a little bit more as Adept's body got used to your abuse of it.
Reaching around to her chest, you grabbed ahold of Adept's pained, sore breasts and started up again in groping and squeezing them as much as you liked. The loud clapping of your hips pounding into Adept's ass became louder and louder, as did her moans with you now groping her and fucking her from behind with such vigorous force; her next words, then, shouldn't have surprised you.
"Ahh!~~ Ahh!~~ I-I'm gonna cum, Boss!" Adept warned you of an orgasm, not a regular orgasm where she'd secrete some juices to better lubricate your cock, but one that could absolutely suffocate it instead. Hearing this, you increased your pace in fucking Adept's pussy from behind, but the sounds of your skin clapping against her ass decreased in volume as you started to push in less and less deeper, you were only being cautious. "I'm cumming, Boss!" Adept whined out as you twisted her nipples in a pleasurable manner, with it surely being the thing to drive the woman over the edge as her orgasm swiftly came, with her walls almost pushing you out of her leaking pussy as you jerked yourself off, feeling yourself cumming close as well...
"Quick, on your knees, whore!" You grabbed the woman's hands and forced them off of the desk, placing your foot on the back of her knees to force the woman to buckle onto her knees. She quickly turned around and seemed to sense your intentions in some way as she closed her eyes, puckered her lips and smiled widely, waiting for you to finish all over that pretty face of hers..."Nngh! Ahhh!~" You groaned aloud as you finally reached an orgasm of your own, blowing your load all over Adept's face, coating it in your delicious white cum as she took it all with a smile on her face. Even when you had finished, Adept remained a good bitch by daring to scoop up the remnants of cum closest to her lips and pop a finger into her mouth, swallowing it down that wrecked throat in such a hot way that gave her some favour in your eyes.
Checking your watch, you noted that it had indeed almost been an hour, and turning back to Adept, you opened your mouth to usher her away, though she spoke before you could. "Shall I go and shower now, Boss?" Adept was already ahead of you in knowing what to do, making it clear that she had been listening earlier when you had led her through the procedure of a massage and what a client of yours was to do. You simply nodded with a smirk and watched as the woman rose to her feet, scooping up more of your cum from her own face to taste and swallow while she walked away, that fat ass of hers swaying from side to side as she did so.
Getting your own clothes back from the massage room, you tidied up and went back to your office to clean it up, making it all just as it was before your and your employee's little tryst. The idea of having Adept as your employee didn't seem so bad now; a submissive, slutty whore who would be coming in pretty much every single day, and one whom you could start your day with, or end it, by fucking her brains out in whatever dominant, degrading way you could possibly think up! Whether it'd be some head to wake you up in the morning, or some anal to relieve all your stress after closing, it'd surely be a boon to you, after all, they do say that head is the best wake-up medicine...
A little while later, your employee came back out looking better than ever! You noted her wet hair as a sign of her having indeed showered, something you had to be careful for now after the last time with Bella. She came over to the counter and, as expected, obliviously thanked you for the session. "Thank you so much Y- -uh- Boss! I don't know what you did to me but I feel incredible! Perhaps a little sore around my chest, but otherwise, I feel fantastic! You were really right about this being the best hour of my life!" Adept gave you her praise for your "massage", unaware to how she was being walked like a dog around the parlour not 30 minutes ago, but you just smiled warmly, hoping to get some words in before she left, though annoyingly, you were interrupted by her again.
*brrrrring!* *brrrrring!* *brrrrring!*
An alarm seemingly emanating from Adept's phone started ringing aloud, with her reaching into her handbag to check and silence it. "Oh shoot! I guess I forgot but I actually did have something planned after the interview today! I guess I've gotta run now, but I'll be in for work as soon as you need me, just drop me a message, you have my number after all! If you wanted to use it for other reasons too, I'd be down!" Adept hurriedly backed away to the door and as she stood at it, she told you to message her, seemingly for two reasons, the first being for work, but the second... well, it seemed as though she was hitting on you, as though she was up for the idea of you calling her for non-work related things.
Well, given her history that you know of, you weren't going to take her up on that, although... maybe a house call with Adept could be something... Oh well! You had to get back in business! You opened the parlour back up and waited for the next paying customer to come in, those dominant thoughts of yours still lingering... you almost felt sorry for the next woman to enter, after all, you could already tell they'd be getting the same treatment as Adept. Hopefully it would be your favourite celebrity, or your favourite streamer, even! Hopefully...