Chapter 1
Half-naked men stare as Sir leads me by the arm down the corridor of the spa. The spa is called ‘Release’, and all the guests that we pass are dressed in either swim trunks or very short robes. The robes are so short, in fact, that I can see the swollen heads of their cocks, peeking out underneath.
However, the men lining the white, tiled corridor stare at me as though I am naked. Sir has made me wear a peach colored dress that makes me look almost nude. It falls just below my buttocks and plunges low, barely cupping my large, round breasts. I can feel them jiggle as I walk.
Sir glances at me approvingly before he stops us in front of a door at the far end of the corridor. The big man is wearing a dark suit, like he usually wears for important meetings.
NEIL DOWNS The nameplate on the door reads. Sir makes as though to knock his big, fleshy fist against the door. But he pauses, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “Remember Ella, Mr. Downs is a good friend of mine. While you’re here, I want you to do everything he tells you to do.”
“But why are we here, Sir?” I whisper back. Then I bite my lip, hoping Sir won’t smack my bum cheeks. He doesn’t like when I ask him questions.
He must be in a good mood today though, because he only smiles.
“Mr. Downs has just opened this spa. It’s aimed at busy executives who want to relax during business hours. His girlfriend has been the only one working here. But now, the spa is getting so popular, they could really use more staff. I told him you could help out until he hires some.
It makes sense. The shop where I work for Sir is really just a front for the various “money-making” schemes run by him and his two partners. We never have any customers. In fact, Sir usually keeps the door locked, never knowing when the sight of my soft, young body will excite him to the point where he loses control.
So, it makes sense that he would loan me out to his friends. “Yes sir,” I whisper, bowing my head. But in my head I wonder, What am I going to have to do?
Sir knocks on the door, then turns back to me. “Let’s show Mr. Downs how excited you are to be here, shall we?” Placing his big hands on my hips, he turns me to face him. He cups my breasts in his warm hands, making my bottom wiggle. With his thumbs, he begins flicking across my nipples, back and forth, back and forth. The soft, pink nipples that Sir had sucked just that morning became hard, poking against my dress.
I can feel my breath become shaky as he squeezes and rubs. Sir is breathing heavily too. I can feel his hot breath on my face. The outline of this thick cock grows in his pants.
“Why, hello, old friend!” When the door opens to Neil Downs, Sir and I are standing side by side, just like any other boss and employee. Mr Downs is tall and skinny, with lank brown hair, a long nose and long, skinny fingers. He looks a bit like a horny undertaker. He reaches out, lifting my chin up to him.
“And you must be Ella,” he smiles kindly. However, I notice his eyes flick right to my hard nipples.
“I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Ella! I’ve heard so much about you.”
I blush at his words, bowing my head so that my long, blonde hair hides my face. Both men chuckle. “Ella’s a bit shy,” Sir says, patting my bum.
“Of course, of course.” Mr. Downs opens the door wider. “Please...come.”
In his well-appointed office, Mr. Downs leans his long, skinny frame against the front of his desk. Sir reclines his big body on the black, leather couch facing. I sit on the floor, at Sir’s feet--my usual spot.
“The benefits of the Relax Spa are twofold,” Mr. Downs explains, “On one level, it’s a typical spa where hardworking gentlemen can relax: full body nude massage, steam room, etc. My clientele is made up of men with important jobs. They work long hours and really need to unwind.
“But not to unwind too much, you see,” Mr. Downs chuckles, “Despite the name of my establishment, there are no happy endings at Release Spa. And that’s where Ella comes in.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. Sir looks down at me sternly. I lower my head.
“My apologies, Neal. Ella knows better than to interrupt. Usually, I would punish her for that…”
Mr. Down’s eyes widen with interest. “Hey, don’t let little ol’ me stop you!”
“Stand up, Ella.” Sir says sternly. He pulls himself up from his reclining position as I rise from the floor. He flips me over his big lap and lifts up my dress...
