It may not have been the most noble or ethical decision, but it got her here, and that’s all that matters.

“Holy cannoli,” I say with a smile as I enter the room. I inhale deeply, relishing the return of her scent. Jennie lifts her head from the face cushion and glares fire at me.

“Really? That’s my expression.”

“You own it?” I ask as I go around to the table where I’ve set up my things. “You trademarked it? I wasn’t aware.”

I’m teasing, but she’s not having it. She’s pissed. But I’ll soon fix that.

I light the candles, close the door, and shut off the overhead, bathing the room in flickering orange light. My swollen cock makes it hard for me to get around as I go back to the bottle of lotion and lube up my hands.

“You’re…going to massage me?” Jennie asks.

“What, you don’t like massages?”

“I—I just thought you were hiring me to be the masseuse,” she replies.

“I am,” I say. “But that doesn’t mean that I, as your boss, can’t treat

you now and then, does it?”

Before she can answer, I press my hands on her back and spread the lotion across her soft skin. Fuck, her body is pristine. She’s young, supple, and in shape. Her ass is fucking perfect, like a ripe juicy peach that I want to sink my teeth into, and even though she’s on her back, I can see enough side boob to know that she’s got a killer rack.

Christ, the things I’d do to this chick.

The view just gets better as I spread the lotion over her body, causing her skin to shine beneath the candlelight.

I can’t help but marvel at what she’s done to me. I mean, I am completely beside myself. No girl has ever done me like this, and she wasn’t even trying. All she had to do was walk in and I was hers. And now that I’ve got my hands on her, there’s no way I’m letting her go.

“How’s that feel?” I ask as I circle my thumbs beneath her scapula. To be honest, I’ve got no fucking idea what I’m doing. I’ve never given a girl a massage in my life.

“Good.”

Lie.

“No, it’s not. Come on, Jennie. If you’re going to work for me, I can’t have you lying to me. Tell me what I’m doing wrong so I can please you.”

“Please me?” she asks. “What are you—you know what? Never mind. Go up to the base of my neck and wrap your fingers around and use your thumbs.”

“Wrap my fingers around your neck?” I ask, leaning in. “You’re into being choked, eh?”

“Not my neck!” she snaps. “My shoulders!”

Grinning, I do as she says, but as I work her neck, my eyes are on her perfect ass. From this angle I can’t get a glimpse of the treasure hidden between her thighs, and it’s killing me. My balls are taut and ready to explode. I’m sure that even just feeling that tight little slit of hers would send me over the edge.

I must be doing something right because Jennie lets out a soft moan. It’s barely audible, but it’s there.

“You like that?” I ask.

She shrugs, trying to play it off.

“It’s all right.”

Uh huh. Sure.

Her supple flesh beneath my hands is the greatest aphrodisiac I could ever imagine. My cock is so hard it hurts. I’m wearing sweat pants with no boxers because I knew this would happen.

“See, I’m not so bad,” I say as I move down her back, working her spine with my thumbs.


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