He swirled inside her and she had to agree, he was definitely able .Craig eased forward to slip into the water, and Abel drew her to his body to hide her nakedness from view. The two cocks slipped free under the water .“Don’t be embarrassed, Lori,” Marie said. Her fingers slid over her bikini top and toyed with her nipples as she spoke. “I found it incredibly hot watching you making out with two guys.” She glanced at Drake. “Right, honey ?”“God, yes. I’m glad you like my brothers, Lori .”“In fact, I’d love to see you with three,” said Marie .Lori’s face burned, surprised at her friend’s reaction .“Sorry, Marie, I don’t have a third handy .”Marie glanced at Drake with a sly grin. “I do .”Lori’s eyes widened and Drake’s smile grew broad .“What do you think, love?” Marie asked Drake .The smoldering look in his dark, gray eyes gave no doubt as to his feelings .“I am at Lori’s service .”“I, uh…” Here was her dream, to make love with Drake, and with Marie’s permission. She nodde
Drake thrust hard and groaned. Lori could feel him swell inside her. The sexual energy sizzled through her and she felt the tide of pleasure rising. Abel groaned .“Baby, you’re so good,” Craig murmured, stroking her hair .The hard cock inside her pulled on her vagina, then thrust deep. A tidal wave of erotic sensation plummeted her over the edge as Drake groaned, then released a wash of hot semen inside her. She moaned, then cried out as Abel reached under her and tweaked her clit. Marie moaned her release and Abel grunted and jerked into her mouth .“Oh, God, yes, Lori.” Craig grunted as his hot fluid spurted into her throat .Lori slumped against Marie. Drake stroked Lori’s buttocks, and then slipped out of her. As soon as Lori released Craig’s cock from her mouth, he drew her into his arms and kissed her. She snuggled against him. Mmm, she could get used to this .Abel helped Marie up and Drake slid his arm around her waist, a big smile on his face .“Well, that was exciting, but
“Oh, God, I’m coming again .”Marie moaned and the two men inside her groaned. Craig grunted and squirted inside Lori, the sensation of his hot fluid washing through her sending her over the edge again. She clung to him, totally exhausted. They all gasped for air, fully sated .* * *A half hour later,they all sat in the pool, sipping cold pina coladas .Lori sat on the entry steps in the shallow water, Craig beside her, holding her tight to his side. She felt unsettled, still guilty that she’d lusted over her best friend’s husband .“I’m glad you two finally got together,” Marie said, smiling at them .“What do you mean, finally ?”“Well, when Craig first saw your picture, he told me he’d seen you a few times at the subway station and he’d wanted to meet you, but it never worked out .”Lori turned to face him and smiled. “I’d seen you, too. In fact, I started dreaming about you, but I thought you were Drake .”Marie choked on her drink .Oh, God, Lori realized she’d just admitted her
“That’s me,” I said, turning with a smile.She was short, maybe five foot nothing, and was wearing one of the deep green polo shirts and khaki shorts that the athletic attendants and snack cart girls wore, with the crest of Greenmeadow on the left side of her chest. She was cute in a nerdy sort of way, her long blonde hair was straightened and pulled back into a ponytail that trailed down her back, and she wore a pair of frameless glasses that gave her a sort of hot librarian look without leaning too far into it. “Cool,” she said, “I’m Marissa, Olga sent me to bring you down to her office. If it’s your first day, do I need to give you the nickel tour?”“It is,” I said. “But I’ve been here before. My parents are members.”“Ah,” Marissa said non-committaly as she started leading me through a Staff Only door discreetly hidden behind an urn in the back corner of the room. “Summer job?”“Heh, no,” I chuckled. “This is my full-time gig for the near future.”She glanced over her shoulder, co
“It’s an awkward situation,” she said. “We’re overwhelmed with bookings, but we can’t hold on to people. Half the time it’s because kids your age don’t seem to actually want to do the work and I need to ask them to leave, the other half of the time they quit because they can’t handle the expectations of some of our more ... vocal clients.”“Well, I’m here to work,” I told her. She’d led me into the room that was going to be mine to use. “I did a three-year degree for this because it actually interests me. And I grew up around these kinds of people, so I at least like to think I can diffuse any situations that might come up.”“Good,” she nodded. “Now, as I said, we’ve got an overwhelming number of bookings and now that word is getting out we’ve got a new male masseuse I’m sure we’ll be getting even more. So one last thing before I leave you to get set up.”“What’s that?” I asked.“Don’t fuck the clients,” she said, levelling her gaze at me from over the plush massage table between us.
It was an odd request, but one that I’d learned not to take to heart - for some reason there was a sort of person who felt like they had to judge your hands to know if you would be a good masseuse. Usually it came from wealthier clients, but I’d had a woman at the hotel who I could best describe as ‘poor white trash on holiday’ do the same thing. She’d tutted and said I would be ‘good enough’ and then didn’t leave a tip afterwards.So I held out my hands to Mrs Booker, palms up, and let her inspect them.“Very nice,” she nodded, like she was judging a vintage of wine. “I’ll just go get changed.”“I’ll be waiting here for you to bring you back,” I nodded.Thus began my workday. My clients would show up for their appointment, usually a half hour but some of them up to an hour, and I would meet them at the door to welcome them. They would go disrobe in the appropriate change halls, then come meet me wrapped up in a fluffy white Club robe and complimentary slippers, and I would bring them
I waited for Jessica to make her call to see if he was open to the change, which he seemed to be thankful for since he was running late anyways.“So you dated Daisy Cargill, huh?” Jessica asked me.“Three and a half years,” I said. “Loved her to death, and she paid me back by hopping into bed with one of my best friends after she decided I wasn’t going to a good enough University program.”“Well, I’ll make sure I don’t schedule her with you,” Jessica smirked.“She’s around?” I asked, wincing just a little.“Not often,” Jessica said. “I think I overheard her talking with someone about having an internship up in New York, so she’s only back on some weekends this summer.”“Well, thanks,” I said. “I’m off for lunch.”“You’ve got about twenty minutes,” Jessica said. “If you go to the kitchen, ask the fry cook Davey for a Jessica Special. He’ll get you a couple chicken strips and a little salad in like 5 minutes.”I grinned. “Good to know. Thanks for the tip, Jess.”“No problem,” she smiled
Over that lunch Marissa and I chatted quickly. It turned out her job at the Club, which was actually more like three different jobs she was working between the snack cart, the waitressing and bartending, and working as event staff, wasn’t even her only employer. She also worked the breakfast rush at a diner in town three days a week and volunteered her time at a women’s shelter when she didn’t have afternoon shifts at the Club. She kept herself extremely busy during the regular school year, and even during the summer she tended to prefer working to free time.For my part, I told her about growing up as a Club kid, and struggling with dyslexia - I’d gotten over my embarrassment of it later in high school and was happy to talk about it. That was really the only way I’d even gotten through my Massage Therapy program; being open about it with the school helped me get through all the written tests without completely bombing.Marissa was out of there first, giving me another smile as she sa