CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20

The office was bigger than I expected, sleek and modern, the kind of place where you knew money was pouring in. A wide mahogany desk sat dead center, and behind it—holy shit—was a total MILF.

Mid-thirties, sharp features, long dark hair pulled back into a bun. She had those librarian-style glasses perched on her nose, giving her this "don’t-fuck-with-me" aura, but it only made her hotter. Her tits pushed tight against a snug, low-cut black dress. Not trashy—classy enough to be professional, but revealing just enough to let me know she knew exactly what she was working with.

"Evan Marlowe," she said, her voice firm, no-nonsense. "Where are your documents?"

"I..." My throat dried up. "I don’t have them."

Her expression snapped cold. "Then get the fuck out." She sneered, waving a hand as her assistant—the pencil-skirt brunette who’d been calling people in—didn’t even bother to shut the door.

"No, no," I blurted, waving my hands desperately. "Please, give me a chance. I’m really good at massaging—people literally say I have magical fingers."

"This is so unprofessional," the woman began, her lip curling. "Just get out."

"Please," I pushed back, standing my ground. "You won’t regret hiring me. I can make your clients happy—I know my way around a massage, I swear."

"Kelin," the woman said over her shoulder, "drag this one out if you have to, but get him out of here."

Kelin shrugged. "You made all the others massage me," she said casually. "Why not try this one too, Susan?"

Susan—that was her name—shot me a look like I was gum stuck to her heel. "He might be a pervert, Kelin. Look at him. The way he’s dressed. He doesn’t even know proper—"

"Please," I cut in again. "Look, I’m ready. I even brought my own oil."

I slung my backpack off and pulled out the Sensual Massage Oil, holding it up like it was Excalibur.

Susan and Kelin shared a look. For a long second, neither said anything. Then Susan sighed, pinched the bridge of her nose, and finally gestured toward the massage table in the corner.

Kelin gave a quick nod, kicked off her heels, and hopped onto the table. She still wore knee-high black socks, which was going to be a problem. The oil would soak them, and I wasn’t sure if she’d let me...

"I’m watching you closely," Susan said, her tone sharp. "You do anything strange, I’m calling the cops."

"Of course." I held my hands up. "Is it okay if I start with the legs?"

"Sure," Kelin said.

She leaned forward and peeled her socks down, nice and slow. Her bare legs slid free, smooth and pale, and goddamn—she was a looker. Sharp cheekbones, tied-back chestnut hair, slim frame, and legs that looked built for wrapping around someone’s waist.

I poured a thin stream of oil across her calves, my fingers sliding in.

"Ahh..." Kelin gasped immediately, her back arching just a little.

Out of the corner of my eye, Susan pushed back her chair and got up, heels clicking against the floor. She sauntered closer, perched her ass on the edge of the desk, and crossed her arms, her eyes glued on me like a hawk.

I worked my thumbs in deeper, kneading the muscle, pressing harder. Each squeeze drew another gasp, then low, breathy moans from Kelin. Her skirt shifted with each movement, and I caught it—the faintest glimpse of her panties, the fabric darkening where her wetness was soaking through.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Susan’s eyes went wide, her lips parting as she stared at her assistant unraveling under my hands.

I went higher, sliding from her calves into her thighs, working the meat there with firmer pressure. I squeezed, kneaded, spread the oil with both palms until her pale skin glistened under the fluorescent lights. Each press pulled another little moan from her lips, soft at first, then heavier, rolling out of her like she was trying to hold them back and failing.

"Oh... fuck," Kelin breathed, louder now, her fingers clutching at the edge of the table. "He’s so good... mmm... fuck."

"Should I stop?" I asked quickly, glancing up at Susan. My hands didn’t leave Kelin’s thighs. "If this is weird, please just tell me—"

"No," Kelin cut me off, her face flushed, her voice shaky. "Continue the massage. It’s for... Susan to see. Yes."

"Right," I muttered with a smirk, and dug my thumbs in harder.

The muscles of her thighs gave under my grip, her skin hot and slick with oil. I pressed along the inside of her thighs, carefully stopping just short of her panties. The second I skimmed close, her hips jerked up with a strangled moan. My fingers squeezed, pulled, released, rhythm building like I was playing her body like an instrument.

"God..." she gasped. "H-He’s... really good."

I bit my cheek to keep from grinning too wide. Susan’s eyes were locked on my hands now, her crossed arms shifting slightly.

Kelin let out another sharp moan when I dug in with my knuckles, rolling the tension up her thighs. The skirt bunched even higher, and that wet patch on her panties wasn’t small anymore—it was clear as day she was soaking through.

Her moans came quicker now, desperate little whimpers she tried to stifle, her nails leaving faint scratches on the edge of the table.

I let it go on just long enough to push her to the edge. Then I slowed. My hands trailed gently down her thighs again, easing her back down from the peak, and finally lifted away. I grabbed the oil, capped it, and slid it into my backpack.

Kelin sat up, breathing ragged, her cheeks still flushed deep red. But she smoothed her skirt like nothing happened, face sliding back into something almost neutral. She bent down to pull her socks back on, and holy hell—the way she rolled them up slow, smoothing the fabric over her slick thighs, made my cock throb in my jeans.

I forced my eyes away before I embarrassed myself.

"So," I said, shifting my attention back to Susan. "May I please get a chance now?"

Susan and Kelin locked eyes. Susan’s sharp mask had cracks all over it, like she’d just witnessed something she couldn’t believe.

"I think we got our man, Susan," Kelin said lightly, her voice steady even though her cheeks were still pink. "What do you think?"

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