Chapter 2 Asian Masseuse

Scarlett’s POV Sound of Scarlett's phone ringing

Please Mike come pick me up later in the day, I am exhausted and need to have a relaxing evening at the spa. OK Scar, I will be there immediately. I will round up what's on my desk and meet you by 5pm Mike said, hanging up the call. My shoulders are tense, my hands feeble and my legs stiff to the ground from baking the last batch of the order the palace sent for the royal ball ahead.

Immediately we are through with the spa session, I would tell Mike we need to take a little break. Probably test the waters and see what we can find…

I am glad I was recommended to the palace by Mike who is the chief security officer in the there. He recommended me for my hardwork and promptness but the stress almost drained the life out of me. I baked two hundred batches of ginger bread and a hundred chocolate cakes for the dinner party.

I needed to unwind and relax, what better way to do that than to spend my evening in my favorite spot? The spa was a 1hr drive from my bakery, they had the best masseuse in town . One touch from the Asian guy who always took my stress away sends me to climax. He gently applies his lotion made of essential body oils and healing herbs. It smelled like lavender and roses put together. He would often play the Armenian harps or mating sounds of dolphins.

He knew how to tick all the right boxes and relax every goddamn nerve on my body. Mike never enjoys the sessions, he says I moan better in the spa than when he makes love to me. Why wont I? Mike is a two minute guy, never exploring . Always the conventional kiss and fuck kind of guy.

I craved for more, I wanted to enjoy every bit of him, kissing my clit, stroking my pussy and gently wiping my ass. I wanted him to choke me while riding me from behind but he was not just into it.

I sealed my fate but hoped for a better sexual experience . The spa and a couple of pornographic videos would obviously do the magic of making me climax, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Mike is my boyfriend, we have been together for three years now and he is just the type of guy you want as the father of your kids. He is homely, responsible and financially capable. But he is not the type of guy to touch your G-spot. He barely knows if I climax or not.

A few hours later, I heard a honk outside my bakery, I peeped through the window, it was Mike in his black SUV, putting on a five piece suit. He had a cheerful smile as ever. I smiled and told the girls at the bakery to lock up once they were through cleaning up.

I walked to the car and Mike dropped from the drivers side, gave me a warm hug and placed a peck on my cheek. I blushed a little, he opened the door for me and I entered the car. He quickly walked to his side and we drove away.

He had stories of what transpired in the Palace to tell but I was more interested in my Asian guy and his magic hands. I just nodded my head and smiled wearily to all he said as he drove speedily.

When we got there, it was filled. Ladies waiting in line and men waiting to pick up their ladies. We can come back another time Scar, this queue is way too long for us to wait.

Say no more Mike, I already booked an appointment for us. I saw the look of disappointment on his face but I could care less. I walked to the receptionist and showed her my card. She asked me to follow her, that my spot was ready.

I turned back and called out to Mike but he said I should go on, he will take a pass today. He would be outside waiting for me in his car. Before he could finish up his sentence, I had already walked away from him.

I saw my Asian guy from a distance, he was putting on black pants and a maroon shirt. Three buttons loosed exposing his broad shoulders, his sleeves folded to his elbow. I bit my upper lips, and I felt my nipples tightened.

He smiled delightfully and ushered me into the room. The table was set, I took off my jeans and crop top and flung myself on the table. He turned on the music and started applying his lotions on my back..

As his hands glided through each spot, he sent shivers down my spine. I had watched porn where the massuess ends up fucking his client and hoped for such adventures but it was far fetched.

He massaged my shoulders down to my waist and I let out a little moan. That's the spot dear, go down a bit. He giggled and did his magic on me. An hour felt like a few minutes as I did not want my session to come to an end. When he was through, I was halfway to climax. I knew a little porn would bring out the wetness and eventually allow me cum.

I stood up, gave him a little tip and wore my clothes. I went out joyfully, feeling like a woman who was half satisfied. I knocked on the glass of the window of Mike's SUV and Mike was startled.

Ooh crab Scar, you scared me. He was watching a movie on Netflix. "Stranger things" I laughed and jumped into the car. Take me home Mike, I have a few details to go over concerning my supply.

He ignited the car and drove off. Halfway through, Mike slowed down and asked if I would love to spend the night with him? No way, I needed to climax and he cannot give me that. Thoughts of hot blonde chicks riding their boss and BDSM porns flashed across my mind, I had to get home fast and suit myself.

Sorry Mike, I have to stop by the bakery and tidy up some orders before heading home, I just remembered I had a delivery first thing tomorrow. He looked disappointed but one thing was certain: I don't joke with my job and he knew that. I Am not called the queen of cake for nothing's sake.

He dropped me off at the bakery and I asked him to go home, I would find my way home after I was done.

I watched as he drove away, and I walked into my bakery. I unlocked the doors, switched on the bulbs and went into my office. I quickly brought out my phone, went directly to my favorite site and in no time the blonde lady was sucking her boss’s huge dick.

I giggled in excitement and brought out my purple dildo from my drawer. I had one at home and one in the office in case of emergencies like this. I pushed my chair backwards, slided my fingers into my pants and stroked my clits gently.

I watched the blonde straddle her boss and fingered myself, licking off the sweetness from my pussy. I held my dildo, stuck it into my pussy. In and out it went, giving that feeling of ecstasy and satisfaction I craved. I moaned and rolled my eyes in satisfaction, this is it, I was getting there, I could feel the pressure build up and I was about to cum as I glued my eyes to the phone watching the blonde moan as her boss rammed his dick into her ass hardly.

A few more thrust into my pussy and I heard a loud bang on the door. I slowed down a bit to grasp what was going on outside, my dildo was inside my pussy and my ear attentive to the noise I just heard.

I heard another loud bang and this time, I flew up from my table and before I could bolt my office door, three armed and masked men barged inside. Shocked and terrified, my legs stayed glued to the ground. Who are you? I screamed out.