Hot Oil [Closed for myself and allonblack]

[Masume]

“Any calls?” Chantelle La’Trice asked, drumming manicured fingers along the mini spa counter. For over 5 years now she had worked at “Spa Glam” from the tender age of 16 she worked her way up from cashier to top masseuse. She loved her job and she loved massaging. There was nothing sensual about it, unless of course her recipient was rugged. Which they almost never were. Rugged men didn’t use spas. An unfortunate thing indeed. Even though she could do nothing if a drifter of her dreams just so happened to waltz through, at the risk of losing her job and placing her career in jeopardy. She could still dream. Still allow her fingers to linger.

“No calls, yet Chantelle. Hey, did you and that handsome devil…you know.” Chantelle could always count on Janine for two things, interrupting her erotic thoughts and remaindering her of her mistakes.

Last night was a joke. The handsome devil, Kieran was a horrible mistake. The sex lasted about as long as Hollywood marriage and it was just as bad. A weary travelinsalesman that decided to cash in his free test massage. Once he liad his eyes on her scantily clad legs in the ivory white skirt she wore last night, he was overjoyed.

How could someone that good looking be that awful in bed. It’s was a crying shame indeed.

“Um things didn’t exactly go according to plan. You see Janine; this is why mixing business with pleasure is just as bad as antibiotics with birth control.”

“Was he that bad?” Janie asked quietly.

“Is Tom Cruise a fucking nutcase?”

“Yeeeash! Well later I can take your mind off things.” Janine smiled a wicked smile. Chantelle knew exactly what she meant.

Raising an eyebrow, Chantelle was intrigued. “Bar hopping?”

“Bar hopping” Janine said. No more than a few seconds later Janine, began to search through the pile of papers that cluttered her messy desk. “You do have a client um..I have his…order somewhere…” Janine trailed off as she tossed papers left and right. She really needed to be more organized. Her appearance was always in check. It would be the end of the world if it wasn’t. Dark red hair, almost so dark it could be taken for black. She had small but ultra perky breasts flaunted in a v-neck aqua blouse. Her hips were gloriously wise and her ass was nothing to be ashamed of.

“His?”

“Yeah. He’s on the 5th floor I believe. Ah! Here it is.” Janie passed the paper that held the minimal information. A 35-minute breakaway massage. An easy task. She had her skit ready in a small duffle bag she had set on the floor when she stopped to speak with Janine. She hated to keep a customer waiting, but Janine had once again forgotten to leave gossip till after her work was done. Not that Chantelle really minded.

“Well, I’ll go finish this job and then we can go out and I can drown away last nights grime!” Chantelle winked at her friend and slipped the duffle bags strap over her shoulder, pushing the front doors to the shop open. Walking into the bright lights of the lobby, her eyes took a minute to adjust themselves.

The lobby was unusually hot, so she unzipped the dusty pink sweat suit jacket, revealing the white tank top she wore underneath. The pants were tighter than usually, fresh from her laundry room, she didn’t mind the flesh hugginess at all. As long as her client kept at bay. She was more than used to her fair share of balding, 40-something year old men trying to cop a feel. It was pathetic to her really, but a part of the job. Though a good punch not slap always set them in their place.

“Here it is.” Chantelle whispered to herself as the elevator doors opened. She took one last glance at the paper…504. She looked left…515…516…nope. She looked right 514…513…bingo. She headed right until she came to 504 and lifted her hand to knock on her clients door.

 

[allonblack]

When Bret Connors turned 30 last week, he thought the days of macho fraternity games were over. Those days should've been in the past but his two older brothers had refused to grow up, despite being 3 and 5 years older than him. In the past there were the typical rites of passages each year on his birthday such as 21 shots for his 21st birthday. None of them could handle it and they all quit after 5 shots but of course when the story was told they all finished their shots without even a buzz. Other challenges included trying to talk two women who had never met each other before into a threesome with Brent. This started a trend and soon Brent found himself rarely spending a night alone with just one woman. The biggest turn on for him was when one woman would watch him have sex with the other one. He could see the thrill in the passive woman's eyes as she knew soon she would have him inside of her. He witnessed more than a few women orgasm from just fantasizing about him. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes he wouldn't have believed it.

But deep down Brent found the bets petty and of course if he refused the worst that would happen is some teasing from his older brothers. But Brent had built his entire life on his macho pride so failure wasn't an option for him. The pride had came naturally with his 6 foot 2 inch, 215 pound muscular build. Many women told him they could get lost in his piercing blue eyes but he wrote that off as a pickup line just as lame as "what is your sign?" He wore his brown hair cut short since even slightly long hair distracted women away from his face and muscles.

This year his brothers had challenged Brent to 30 days of abstaining from all sexual contact. Brent thought they should have to take the bet too but Charlie was married and Eddie was engaged so they wouldn't be fair competition. They had each offered $1,000 but the money mattered little, this was all about pride. Brent knew if he won the money he'd want to blow it on himself but most likely would use it to throw Eddie an awesome bachelor party. His brothers knew there was no way to monitor this so they had decided to go on the honor system with a little blackmail tossed in as well. Charlie and Eddy both knew where Brent kept his journals and home movies that were full of Brent's sexual conquests. Those private things could easily be leaked onto the internet and ruin Brent's reputation as a successful fitness magazine publisher. Especially since many of the women in those videos and journals were now A-list models and celebrities. Brent knew million dollar lawsuits weren't worth cheating on the bet so he reluctantly accepted the bet.

Day 1 was easy since most of it was spent sleeping off the hangover from the night before at his birthday party. Brent immersed himself in his work on Day 2 and ironically was typing a column about athletes abstaining from sex before their big events. Brent was an amateur athlete and never practiced what he preached about abstinence and athletics but he needed something to take up page space. On day 3 Brent found himself inside of the local hardware store. He had planned on buying some materials to take care of some home improvement projects, assuming that would help kill a week or so. Soon though his eyes were locked with the busty blonde cashier. He flirted casually but cut it off quickly before he found himself asking her out for drinks. He knew the hardware store was full of single women that could use the services of a strong man like himself and quickly realized he was surrounded by temptation.

Brent knew he had to get out of town. His job allowed him to travel all around the world. Prostitutes never appealed to Brent so he thought being in a strange place would be best for him. The only thing he thought about on the road was work. This would be best for him since he wouldn't be in bars, shops, or anywhere women would be. Brent arrived at the hotel and quickly made his way to his room on the 5th floor. Soon his bed was covered in paperwork which consisted mostly of glossy photos of muscular male models who wanted to be on the cover of his magazine "Flex Appeal." He chuckled to himself knowing that if the maid or anyone else came into his room right now they might get the wrong idea about him since he was surrounded by pictures of half naked men.

The details of the bet weren't written in stone but Brent assumed that he couldn't do anything with a woman that would lead to an orgasm. Yet seeing the massage service listed as an immenity on his bill was too tempting so he picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. After all a massage didn't have to be the type that had a happy ending. The stress from the past few days was too much and needed to be relieve somehow. He talked to a woman who said Chantelle would be up to his room in a few minutes. "Oh, by the way how long does a massage last?" he asked. "A little more than a half hour" replied the woman. He was a little shocked, expecting only 15 minutes or so. His curiosity was peaked wondering what she could rub for a half hour. Brent imagined a busty blonde, much like the one from the hardware store to come strolling in with an assortment of linaments and oils. In a way he hoped she would be unattractive to avoid any temptation. He was a little concerned about how legit all of this would be since the masseuse was coming to his room instead of him going to a spa downstairs. Just to be safe he hid his wallet in case she turned out to be a prostitute or even a cop. Brent nervously tugged his tie off wondering what he had gotten himself into. He didn't want to risk her pulling the buttons of his fancy Italian shirt so he changed into a tight fitting white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

Rustling sounds filled the hallway, so Brent made his way to the door's peephole. He could see a young woman adjusting her white tank top and assumed that must be the masseuse. He looked around once more to make sure his room was presentable then opened the door. Before she could enter the doorway completely he had his hand extended with a smile on his face. He made eye contact just like he advised his readers to do when they flirted. He followed the final step in basic flirting by gripping her soft hand firmly and squeezing tight enough she could feel his power. His bicep twitched which nine times out of ten could cause the woman to blush and fantasize about being held in his massive arms. "Hi Chantelle, I'm Brent, it's nice to meet you."

 

[Masume]

Definitely not bald…

Chantelle sucked in a desperate breath as her hand disappeared into his own. She was no dainty thing but standing next to him, she felt especially fragile. It was both threatening and exciting. Her eyes examined the muscles moving underneath tanned flesh. Ugh…she was always s sucker for that. She bit her lip and urged him to release her hand, wiggling away.

“Hi,” She said back, surprised she was able to control her voice. His attire may have said otherwise but she was sure he was no slacker. His posture and overall appearance said he was a man that lived a life of luxury. “Well let’s get started.”

Suddenly she was desperate to get this over with. She could only imagine how he looked underneath the clingy t-shirt. She battled with tempting thoughts of tracing her tongue up and down his spine. Dear God, she had only met the man for a few minutes and already she was drooling. As she always did in uncomfortable situations, she avoided eye contact at all costs and continuously racked her fingers through her hair. Allowing herself inside she wasted no time in gathering her essentials.

She kneeled down, unzipping the bag and pulled out a few bottles of massage oils. “We use the Karma Sutra brand, very popular amongst our clients.” Talking always had a way of keeping her mind from racing. He was gorgeous. Simply put, but she’d seen and met many gorgeous men dozens of times. There was something else, something very commanding about him.

She smiled politely as he walked further inside, a hint of interest in his eyes. Normally she would give further explanation on the materials she used and her techniques. However, details and such had no meaning when he gave her the perfect view of his backside as he walked. She kept coaching herself about not mixing business with pleasure – still she could enjoy the view. Casually flirting was out of the question.

Looking up at him with big hazel eyes she asked. “Are you ready?”

 

[allonblack]

Chantelle wasn't what he had expected but she would do. Truth be told most of his sexual conquests were busty blondes with a bra size bigger than their IQ. Therefore her caramel skin was what he would consider exotic. He found all women attractive but circumstances had never allowed him more than blonde coeds. His man flashed with ideas for bets with his brothers such as him trying to bed a woman from every race in less than 24 hours. But that would have to wait for another day and he knew if he didn't keep his mind focused on the massage he would lose the bet.

She seemed a little nervous which Brent loved because it gave him the upper hand. Sure he could be reassuring and let her know about his bet so she would know there wouldn't be any hanky panky. But being reassuring wasn't his style. He exuded an air of confidence no matter where he went or what he did. Telling the young woman that he couldn't have sex even if he wanted to was a total sign of weakness and something he would never do.

When she bent down to get the oils out of the bag, Brent caught a glimpse of her cleavage. She probably knew he was staring but he didn't care, after all he would probably never see her again after today. Plus if she didn't want him to look she wouldn't be dressed that way. His eyebrow raised in suspicion when she mentioned the Kama Sutra brand. He hated oils like that anyways and knew he would smell like coconuts for days since his suntan lotion's scent always lingered longer than it should.

"Ok let's get some stuff out of the way first," Brent said commandingly. "First of all, this is all legal right? I mean you're not a hooker or anything, right? Second, what all do you do and how much do you charge?" He realized his comments might come off as arrogant and offensive but he didn't care. But he didn't want to scare her away so he offered her a small explanation. "Sorry about that, I've just never had a massage before so I guess that was out of line. Yes I'm ready and I assume I have to strip down to just a towel and a smile. So I think if I have disrobe you should too." Brent let a soft smile fall across his face, hoping she would pick up that he was just teasing. Regardless of what she thought he wasn't going to give her a chance to leave as he chained the lock on the door.

He was going to get his money's worth and make the most of the half hour even if it meant just taking mental pictures of her to use for his own self pleasure later. The bet wasn't really clear about masturbation but his brothers knew that if Brent slipped up and even got a handjob his guilty conscience would let it slip next time they talked. Brent hated that he didn't have the same confidence with his brothers that he had with everyone else but this was his chance to win their respect by proving he could do something he knew neither of them could.

Brent made his way to the bed. "I'm ready," he said lying on his stomach, "the question is are you ready?" "I'm sure you probably don't get a lot of guys like me as clients." He put extra emphasis on the "guys like me" part to let her know even though this was all new to him, he wasn't the slightest bit intimidated. It didn't take long before his true personality came shining through.

He knew the sweatpants would have to come off so she could work his hamstrings so he stood up and removed them. Facing her let his hand roam down the button fly on his boxer shorts. He unbuttoned them but made sure his cock didn't spring out. "Oops," he said opening his mouth wide and covering it with his hand as if to stifle a giggle. Brent knew this girl probably spent most of her days rubbing old men who could barely get it up so he decided to give new meaning to the term "cock tease." He was never shy about showing his dick to anyone and figured she could use the thrill but he kept it tucked safely in his boxers. For now her imagination would be the only place she would be seeing his cock.

They stood in silence staring at each other before he finally spoke and said with a slight sense of frustration, "Come on the clock is ticking, I haven't got all day. Let's do this if we're going to." In some ways he wanted to get it over with and just let her rub his shoulders for a half hour. He was nervous wondering how he would react to her touch but didn't let it show. Instead he yawned casually, stretching his arms out and flexing them as the yawn subsided.

 

[Masume]

If Janine were here, she would have had him in her bed by now…or his. It would not have mattered. But allowing him to have sex with her seemed like another blow to the independence of the female race. Oh he excused confidence alright and arrogance. In 2006 in may have been hard to believe that pretty, little masseuse only gave massages. She was a dying breed yes, but she still had her job. Not to mention her dignity.

She could feel his eyes burning a whole through her flesh as she rummaged through her bag. No one in recent memory had put her on edge so quickly before. She caught him starring a few times and any normal guy would have bashfully looked the other way or smiled or something. Not him. He just kept on looking, taking her in with his eyes. If her skin were any lighter, he would be forced to notice the amount of rouge coloring her cheeks.

"Ok let's get some stuff out of the way first," He announced, Chantelle stood up, pulling off the coat from her arms, freeing herself. “Okay.” She said tossing the little coat onto her duffle bag. "First of all, this is all legal right? I mean you're not a hooker or anything, right? Second, what all do you do and how much do you charge?"

Chantelle raised her eyebrows. Did he really just say that? Concealing the anger that flood through her, she decided to laugh. “Trust me if I wanted to come here to fuck, we would be fucking.” He wasn’t the only one that could be arrogant. She was no slouch in the bedroom. In fact, she thought of herself as quite the experienced and exotic type of lover. Not that she needed to prove that to him. Somehow, she hated feeling like the underdog here. He made her feel small and not too many were able to pull that off. “This is perfectly legal sweetheart. I’m here to give you a massage. That is my job. I’m not here to make you explode in my mouth.”

When he apologized, she expected, placing the bottles of oil on his nightstand. When she turned around, she was greeted not only by his words as he continued to talk but also by the display of his stripping away the layers of his clothes. She knew he was only poking fun at her, with his light sexual jokes. Therefore, she didn’t let them bother her. He seemed to really be enjoying mocking her and making her all the more uncomfortable. She had a feeling this wasn’t the first time he made a female all hot and bothered.

She couldn’t help but grow tense as he stripped away his pants as well. For a minute there she was relived that he was keeping them on. But no, off they went. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed and judging by the bulge he was putting on display, there was no need for him to be. Her mind was invaded with thought of getting on her knees and begging him to allow her to slip it down her throat…mmmm

Clearing her throat, she looked away. This was not going to be easy. “Lie down.” She ordered with a soft tone, licking her lips. She was a turned on, fighting that was useless. Her nipples had turned pebble hard against the tank top and there was no use in hiding that. If he were to notice, she could not blame it on being cold as the hotel in general was sweltering today. His room seemed to avoid this, he was a man of luxury as she had noticed before and his room was air condition. But it was turned off.

She wrapped her hair up in a loose bun with a band she carried around her wrist. Random strands falling around her oval face. A few strands fell along the back of her neck and the slop of her shoulders. She never thought of herself as highly attractive but she was told by many she had “Smokey Eyes." They were almond shaped and slanted upwards ever so slightly. Her body was heavily curved. Wide hips that made it almost impossible to find the right pair of jeans. Though she was not overweight and prided on keeping herself in shape, she would never use the word skinny to describe herself. Skinny to her was needlepoint.

She stood at his bed now waiting for him to lie down so she could start her work. It was well past 15 minutes and Janine she was sure Janine would think she was up to unspeakable acts. The time didn’t officially start until the oil hit his body. She cradled one bottle in her head, stroking it as she waited. “Don’t have all night.” She said in a teasing manner. Letting her voice trail.

 

[allonblack]

She got an attitude when he asked her if she was a hooker. Although he couldn't blame her but Brent hated to have his authority challenged by anyone, especially a woman. She seemed pissed off but he could've sworn her nipples had hardened when he playfully tugged at his boxers. "You like that, huh?" he said with a mocking tone. "No need to be embarrassed but just remember it's like a museum, you can look but you can't touch." He said with a satisfied laugh.

Chantelle was the type of woman Brent would be attracted since she had some meat on her bones. He couldn't wait to tell his brothers about resisting the temptation of her. Brent stood by the bed, ready to begin but had to get more details about her to tell his brothers. He laid on his stomach and tugged at his boxers to make sure his genitalia were completely covered. "A half hour of silence is going to be too much so how about you tell me about yourself such as how old you are and what ethnicity you are." Brent knew that wasn't a polite question to ask but he was big and strong and felt that gave him the right to say whatever he wanted. In reality Brent didn't really care and would gladly spend the whole time talking about himself but he decided to at least make an effort just in case he found himself in this hotel again after the bet was over. It wouldn't hurt to have a reputation here already.

When she moved behind him and began opening the oils, Brent asked, "Do you do like the Japanese women where they stand on the guy's back and walk? If so let me know so I can do some pushups while you're standing on me because that'd be great for my abs." Brent realized his question was odd but in all reality channeling the bloodflow to other parts of his body would help greatly.

Brent tensed as the first drop of oil landed between his shoulderblades. Before she could even rub it into his skin, he had grabbed her by the wrist. He knew he had control of the movement and debated whether to flip her over and make love to her or whether to stay the course and not lose the bet. He loosened his grip and softly inhaled by her wrist. "That smells like summer sand, that's one of my favorite perfumes." Then he released Chantelle from his grip. He knew exactly what he was doing, although she was probably startled by his strength deep down she probably wanted more. Brent had always hated a tease but sometimes he had to work his magic to get what he wanted. Tonight he could tease and know that it wouldn't go any further than that. Whatever happened during the rest of the massage session would help fuel his fantasies for the rest of the month.

 

[Masume]

His museum joke referring to invitation she was getting from underneath his boxers. Oh you damn right I like, I like very much. His deep and provocative voice sent chills down her spine. She wondered if he talked dirty in the bedroom. After last night and the slow business, the spa had been having lately. She thought she would get an opportunity to relax today. Right now, she was anything but relaxed.

Wide-shouldered and slim-hipped she watched him stretch across the bed. His body was pure perfection and was enough to make women salivate from coast to coast. There was no doubt in her mind that he knew his way around a bedroom. He probably had a record that was enough to back up his conceited attitude.

"A half hour of silence is going to be too much so how about you tell me about yourself such as how old you are and what ethnicity you are."

She agreed. Silence was torture right now. The only thing that would have kept her thoughts from what they could be doing between the sheets was to talk. Conversation couldn’t hurt. “I’m 20. I started out here when I was 16. I only worked as a cashier before, cleaning up the place. Mainly watching the others. My ethnicity? Well my mom hails from Puerto Rico and my sad is South African and European. What a mix huh?”

She watched the first drops of oil spill down his spine. It was such a sensual sight. She was eager to get started now. She was anticipating touching him intimately more than she should have been. She gasped sharply as he grabbed her wrist, again showing off his power. That’s was it, he was going to take her right here, right now. What frightened her more was that she probably would not have resisted. Thick lashes covered her eyes as she looked down at him, her chest heaving. When he loosened his grip, she sighed. She leaned down towards his lips, she wanted to kiss him. To taste his mouth and savor the flavor. When he spoke she quickly turned away. What had she almost done?

"That smells like summer sand, that's one of my favorite perfumes."

Something was up. Either he was hell-bent on playing mind games with her or there was something going on. She was the one to grow tense. “You’re not a cop are you?” She asked this watching him closely. She bent down slightly over his back and smoothed the oil over his shoulder blades. It felt as good as it looked. She didn’t begin the massage, she wanted an answer first. Cops loved to try to bust spa beauties. She definitely didn’t want to be arrested, it would be humiliating enough that she was acting this way in front of an official.

 

[allonblack]

When Chantelle leaned close to Brent he got his first glimpse of her eyes. They were bright and no matter her mood they always showed an intense excitement but with a haze of mystery. She seemed angry but her eyes were big and bright like he imagined they would be when she was smiling.

"No, I'm not a cop." Brent said sternly. "I'm just trying to make conversation so relax. You seem tense, maybe I should be the one giving you a massage. But judging by your tone you've been tricked before but I promise I'm just here for a massage. Does this hotel's spa offer more than a massage? If so I might check it out next time I'm here since I'm not interested in you. You're young and you talk a big game but I bet you couldn't handle me so you're not worth wasting a load." He was sure his words would infuriate at her as they were intended to. His plan was to get her angry enough that she'd do a haphazard job and give him no pleasure, or she'd storm out. Then again she might try to prove herself worthy so perhaps his arrogance and cruelty could backfire and get him what he so desperately needed but knew he couldn't have.

He didn't stop talking long enough for her to respond "And as far as your ethnicity it is quite a mix because you are hot but don't worry I'm not here to hit on you but I assure you if I wanted have you I could easily." Brent knew one of the best ways to get under someone's skin was to mock them so that's exactly what he was doing with a slight compliment mixed in. "Besides even if I wanted to I couldn't-" he caught himself there not wanting to divulge the details of the bet. She probably thought he was impotent but that would be fine for her to think it rather than explain his macho pride for the $2,000 which essentially would be considered pocket change to him.

Brent decided to talk about what he knew best; himself. "As far as me I just turned 30 and I'm a publisher, perhaps you've heard of my magazine it's called Flex Appeal. Mostly we offer workout and relationship advice. I'm just here getting stuff set up for a convention we'll be having soon. There'll be vendors, demonstrations, autographs from models, and we're also sponsoring a contest for free workout lessons with me. You should enter the contest because you seem like you could use some exercise. I mean I felt the oil hit my back but I still don't feel you rubbing it into the skin." Brent said with a mix of teasing and impatience. He didn't care if he was being a jerk, if nothing else happened tonight she would remember him for sure just from his words and actions.

 

[Masume]

“I'm just trying to make conversation so relax. You seem tense; maybe I should be the one giving you a massage. But judging by your tone you've been tricked before but I promise I'm just here for a massage. Does this hotel's spa offer more than a massage? If so, I might check it out next time I'm here since I'm not interested in you. You're young and you talk a big game but I bet you couldn't handle me so you're not worth wasting a load." His words rang in her head and stung at her heart. Her confidence level shot down to a new low. As attractive as he were, his attitude was very, very ugly. She was glad she hadn’t kissed him. It would have been mistake number two. After last nights disappointment she did not need another.

“Not worth wasting a load huh?” Chantelle nodded her head, repeating his last word. She could have packed up her things and walked out the door right now, but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction. “I’m not interested so there is no need to worry.” She grit her teeth, it was all she could do to repress the urge to slap the cockiness out of him. The scores of women she was sure he slept with must have made him feel good. She had her share of wonderful experiences but all were not one-night stands.

"And as far as your ethnicity it is quite a mix because you are hot but don't worry I'm not here to hit on you but I assure you if I wanted have you I could easily."

“Okay! Enough is enough. I am here to give you a massage! Nothing more, nothing less. I’m here to do my job! I’m sorry if I do not fit on your list of blonde-bimbos-who-have-desperate-need-to-fill-their-empty-lives-with-any-big-cock-that-crosses-their-path but I’m not! Now if you will put a stop to the pathetic insults. I can continue to do my job!” Sucking in a breath she, poured out some more oil and finally began her massage. Working from the middle of his neck, she pressed firmly along the muscles the aligned his neck. This particular massage was done to relieve stress. Something she was in dire need of.

"Besides even if I wanted to I couldn't-"

“What?” She asked, her nipples slightly swaying with her breasts as her fingers rubbed his neck.

He changed the subject a little too quickly and began to boost his ego further speaking about his accomplishments. Almost made her career look empty and meaningless. She had wanted to own her own business, open up an art studio. She loved to draw. After watching the physique below her, she would go home and paint, sketch and draw.

She ignored the comment about entering the free contest. It sounded intriguing and would be a wonderful way for her to further aggravate him. It was obvious he was bothered by her. She was just the type of person who would enjoy a slow torture. Especially if she could do so in front of his co-workers.

“Maybe I will.” She announced, smiling to herself. She hoisted herself onto his backside, spreading her legs so she could sit. From the time she was in junior high, she had become very flexible. Falling in love with dancing, mainly belly dance she was able to move and bend far better than most. She loved showing off the accomplished skill. She leaned forward slightly onto his back caressing up and down his spine. Her next target were his love handles, she moved in a rhythmic pattern using her fingers as she would her feet when dancing, circulating around his skin, relaxing his most tense spots.

 

[allonblack]

Brent knew he was pressing her buttons and loved every minute of it until she dug her fingers into his neck muscles. She had hit a pressure point causing his extremities to tingle. Despite that it did feel good. She questioned him about why he couldn't have sex with her and he knew he couldn't dance around the subject much longer. He decided to fib a little to make his story more realistic. "My brother Eddie is getting married soon and there'll be plenty of tail at the bachelor party so I'm saving up for that. Some lucky woman or women is going to get a month of sexual tension released into and onto them."

She stopped rubbing when he mentioned Eddie but he assumed it was just to lubricate her hands with the massage oil again, it's not like she could've known Eddie. Most likely she wasn't buying his story and was just waiting for him to dig himself into a deeper hole. Quickly he decided to press her luck and bait her into getting even angrier. "I know you're interested, when you yelled at me a minute ago you made a point to mention my big cock. So there is no need to try and hide it. I've met plenty of cock teases like you before so I'm not phased by you. Besides you didn't answer my question, does the spa have any girls that know how to handle a real man?"

Then Brent knew why she wasn't touching him because she was busy lowering herself onto his back. He felt her weight press onto him. A small grunt escaped his lips as his cock slid against the silk interior of his boxers. With his right hand he pressed his penis against his thigh and held it there, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of proving she could arouse him especially as her fingertips danced further down his back. The temptation to go ahead and rub out a load was great. That would be the easy way out though and things had never been easy for him, he had earned the lifestyle he had.

He began flexing his glutes causing her to rise up slightly off his back. Quickly and without warning, he pushed himself leaving her the choice of holding onto him or falling off. He repeated this process a few times and could feel her soft, perfectly sized breasts smash against his back. After a set of 10 he collapsed to the bed and smugly said, "Just think if I can toss you around like that with my back, imagine what I could do with my front." Sure he was sending mixed messages with his heavy flirting but this conquest would be different. This one wouldn't involve bedding the girl but instead just getting her to confess that she wanted him. She was proving to be a worthy foe though since she continued to massage him.

 

[Masume]

“It’s funny you know.” She slid herself away from him and stood beside him on the bed. She walked to her duffle bag and grabbed a towel, wiping her hands. They were ultra smooth from the oils and so were deeper, private places for completely different reason. The time they had was mostly spent combating with words. There was no need she felt in continuing at this point.

“You get this free gift from my spa and all you have done is insult me. I can take a hint. If you want another female. I will gladly send one. Hell, you can use the same gift certificate, free of charge. How does that sound? Good? Good.” At this point, she was really looking forward to going out with Janine and getting something to drink. The carpet beneath her feet as she stood was a pattern of blacks, greens, grays and pinks, and felt so thick it was like walking on air. It calmed her down slightly but she was still determined to leave.

OOC: Sorry so short, getting this bit out of the way.

 

[allonblack]

"Ok Chantelle, look I'm the adult equivalent of a spoiled brat, I know that. I'm used to getting what I want but I'm not going to apologize for my personality. I was planning on tipping you a decent amount when we're finished here but I guess I shouldn't be so abusive with you." That was about as close to an apology as Brent could get.

Brent stood between her and the door but knew if he laid a hand on her she could easily scream rape and he'd be in a mess. So acting on impulse he grabbed her shoes and held them high above his head like a schoolyard bully would. "You can't go anywhere without your shoes. So I'll try to behave and if you want I can get you free passes to the fitness convention, full access so you can meet some celebrities. I'll give you whatever you want just please don't leave, I really need this. I'll turn the tv on and shut up if you want." Brent couldn't believe the crap that was coming out of his mouth, even though he was serious. He thought about adding a crocodile tear but thought that might be overkill. He wasn't really sorry but she seemed to be the type that was combative no matter what. That part of her personality probably made her hot in the sack but definitely not girlfriend material, though Brent was awhile from settling down anyways. He realized no matter what he said would cause them to fight and only further increase the sexual tension in the room.

He received nothing but cold silence so he tossed her shoes onto the floor and made his way back to the bed. He resumed his face down position and said, "So what do you say, will you give me another chance?"

 

[Masume]

"Ok Chantelle, look I'm the adult equivalent of a spoiled brat, I know that. I'm used to getting what I want but I'm not going to apologize for my personality. I was planning on tipping you a decent amount when we're finished here but I guess I shouldn't be so abusive with you." Was that rightfully an apology? A sincere apology would just be too much of a stretch for a man like him. She almost felt the urge to hand him a Golden Globe, he was almost convincing. Sadly, she was not born yesterday. Her reflexes were ready to pack him a good one when he crossed the line again. All she had to do was wait. She strongly doubted he was going to verbally abuse her again, at least for the time being.

She watched him walk over to the doorway his frame making everything else seem inadequate to his size. She watched as he quickly snatched up her shoes and held them high over his head. A splash of Deja Vu hit her. She was brought back to her grade school days, being mocked for her mixed ethnicity. Now it was more of a latest trend than anything to be ashamed of. She would have tried to snatch her shoes away, but that would only satisfy him more.

"You can't go anywhere without your shoes. So I'll try to behave and if you want I can get you free passes to the fitness convention, full access so you can meet some celebrities. I'll give you whatever you want just please don't leave, I really need this. I'll turn the TV on and shut up if you want."

And the award goes too...

Chantelle wasn't buying the crap he was selling. And when he placed her shoes back down. She smiled and scooped them up. He proceeded to make himself comfortable again, sprawling out on his stomach on the bed again. Did he really expect her continue. To just believe every word after all he had said. He really did not think too much of her.

"So what do you say, will you give me another chance?"

"What makes you so sure you even deserve one? My time is up. You decided to waste time mocking me. Great speech thought, really had me going." Placing a shoe on each foot, she used the wall for balance, keeping a close eye on him. "You seem almost desperate for me to continue."

Chantelle placed her hands firmly on her hips. "Why is that?"

 

[allonblack]

"Ok, go if you want, I can't say I didn't try. I just thought you might want a little excitement in your life. As far as why I want and need you to continue the massage, I can't really say." Brent knew he had to tell her something since she didn't seem to buy his story about saving up for the bachelor party. "Ok, see my brothers...we..." he had risen to his knees, his buttocks resting on his heels. "I'm not really sure how to explain this. You probably think I'm a womanizer and you're right. I'm used to getting whatever woman I want anytime I want her. But I can't do that now, at least for awhile, I've been challenged to avoid temptation, I guess is the best way to put it. The challenge just began and here I am being tempted by a woman with great tits and soft hands." He knew he could've said she had a nice figure or pretty eyes but that wasn't his style, he complimented what he liked.

Brent knew she wasn't buying but he didn't know what else to say. He thumbed through the cable guide on the nightstand next to his bed and saw that FlestTv was showing a Caliente Summers marathon all day. He hoped he wouldn't see the film he appeared in with her in print but there it was in bold black letters staring back at him. He had only done a handful of pornos, mostly just to build up a portfolio for his modeling auditions. The movie, "Summer Breeze" was something of a cult hit. It featured the normal oral, sex, and cumshot that most movies did. However it also had a scene that was infamous in the porn world where Cali brought Brent to orgasm by just softly blowing her breath on his cock. She never touched him and only talked dirty about what she would to do him if she touched him. He felt betrayed by the director who said Brent would get a blowjob from Cali. It garnered her all kinds of fame for the power of suggestion but she never became a huge star. Brent hated the scene because it was pure torture to film, 6 hours of trying to stay hard and a less than spectacular finish. After that day he vowed he wouldn't put up with any woman that was a tease, regardless if she was an actress or just a girl in a bar. The movie started in 10 minutes so he hoped to stall Chantelle long enough to let her watch it. Maybe catching a glimpse of him being stripped naked by Cali and her admiring his mandhood, would change her mind enough that she'd at least want to touch him and finish the massage. Brent felt like he was going crazy, here he was begging, and when she had touched him earlier he had flinched. He had never been like that, even when he was an awkward teenager on his first date.

There was no right way to pose the question so he just blurted it out, "Hey want to see me in a porno I did about 8 years ago?" Brent turned on the tv and saw the credits running from the previous movie.

 

[Masume]

Hazel eyes glazed over to the TV that sat opposite his bed. He did porn too? The idea of watching him bone a female was appealing, but better left done in the privacy of her room with a battery-powered object to keep her company. Watching it with him was going to be immensely uncomfortable. She was curious. Very curious to see how he was able to perform in the bedroom. Maybe he was all talk, no action. It wouldn’t surprise her too much. Many men that talked a big game were hardly ever able to back it up.

Besides, this may had been her only chance to see what was underneath those boxers. Watching him fully nude would also give her something to fantasize about on those lonely nights. “Okay. I’ll bite.” She agreed. She was a porn lover, loved watching the men and loved watching the woman. She found it interesting, not to mention it gave her a whole bunch of great ideas and tricks when it came to her role in the bedroom. She had a collection of movies at home and was never ashamed about admitting she watched them all multiple times.

She walked with caution over to the bed. Since he was supposed to be avoiding temptation, she felt safer around him now. Knowing even if he felt the desperate need to make any moves on her, he wouldn’t be able too. A guy like him would rather be castrated then ever lose. It was a huge blow to their pride. She let her guard down further and lay down across the bed on her stomach viewing the TV.

“I should be charging you for this.” She held her feet up as a love struck teenager would when watching her favorite boy band performing live on TV, cradling her head in her hands, her breasts rested on the firm mattress.

 

[allonblack]

"You can charge me if you want. I know time is up so you're probably in overtime now, just charge me what you think is fair." Chantelle laid beside him, no longer looking intimidating but just looking cute. It was the only way to describe her. He was glad she wanted to watch the movie and he didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about exploiting her youthful curiosity. He reached across her back, she flinched but smiled nervously when he informed her he was just reaching for the remote control.

The movie began with the typical fade in and there sat Cali on a couch wearing a pink bathrobe. She thumbed through a magazine before glancing impatiently at the clock on the wall. "Where is that caterer? My dinner party starts soon." she asked. "And where is that lazy maid? This place is filthy!" She rose from the couch then walked over to the curtains. The camera showed a quick shot of what was supposed to be outside. Obviously it was just archival footage of a van with hand painted letters that said "Smith Caterering." That van doubled as their pizza deliveryman car, ambulance, whatever they needed. When Cali closed the curtains she paused and bent over a little further giving the camera a tease.
Brent glanced over at Chantelle who was gazing intently at the screen. "So far, so good" he thought to himself. He wanted to get up and get her a drink or snack from the mini-bar but he wasn't on a date with her so he didn't owe her anything.

The movie continued with Cali walking up the large spiral staircase in her house. Then she walked down the hallway, pausing at a door where moans could be heard coming from. She flung open the door and there was Brent pounding a girl in a maid outfit doggystyle. Cali pulled Brent off of her and slapped her in the face. "Get downstairs and unload the caterering van, set the table, and greet the guests. When they get here send them upstairs, I want them to see this." In the film Brent had started to get dressed, holding his pants over his crotch. "Where do you think you're going?" Cali commanded before pushing him down to the bed.
Brent didn't remember all of this, he didn't even remember the girl in the maid uniform but after awhile all the women he knew just blurred together in his mind. When the camera finally showed the first shot of Brent's cock, he reached over and covered Chantelle's eyes playfully saying "You're too young to see this." She swatted his hand away and turned back to the movie.

The booming bass riff kicked in as Cali took off her robe and straddled Brent. She rubbed her gorgeous tits in circles as she straddled him, hovering inches over his cock. Brent's tongue stretched out of his mouth, flailing around desperately to touch her skin. Cali pushed his head back down to the pillow. Her hand massaged his balls, making his cock rise to attention, letting the camera get a close up of it in its glorious entirety. She opened her mouth and began to lower it onto his cock but was interrupted by the door flinging open and a few woman dressed in casual wear walked into the room. Soon Cali was on her knees and the girl in the maid outfit was performing oral sex on Cali. She used a dildo on Cali as well. Meanwhile Cali was planting deep kisses on Brent's chest, playfully biting his muscular flesh with her soft lipstick covered lips.

The lighting changed in the movie and so did the position of the actresses. "That was during a break, this scene took a long time to film. They wanted it to be authentic of her just blowing on my cock with air and that making me cum but that's hard to do. So they used a buffer in between takes and I was about ready bust a nut anyways when she finishes me off. Sorry to shatter your impressions of the great special effects." Brent said chuckling.

Cali was speaking the whole time but the music pretty much drowned her out. "She was just saying generic things like that feels good, you like that don't you?, etc. Oh here comes the money shot." Cali leaned in close to Brent's cock and blew softly. Soon a few bubbles of cum erupted from Brent's cock. It was one Brent's worst ejaculations ever. He moaned and tightened his muscles. "Cali teased me that it reminded her a little kid's science project, you know the kind with the vinegar volcano." On the screen Cali commanded the maid to clean up the mess. So the maid licked the cum off of Brent's chest and cock. The scene switched to the dinner party downstairs. Brent was dressed in a tuxedo standing behind a table of food. Cali and her friends walked over to him then Cali grabbed a hot appetizer and blew on it teasingly. All of her friends laughed and the scene ended with Brent looking humilated. "Fans of femdom loved that scene but I didn't like being made fun of like that. I only got $80 for that scene anyways. So I supposed you want to get going now" Brent said, getting off the bed and getting his wallet. "How much do I owe you?" He knew she should probably ask her what she thought of the scene, just to boost his ego but he didn't want to hear her sarcasm.

The next scene already began on the screen. Brent looked at the screen and said "I think this was when Cali tried to break the gangbang record. Every year at least one star tries it. She was on pace to break it but some guy had a heartattack during his scene with her so they shut down production. Anyways do you want cash or a check?"

 

[Masume]

Chantelle was still staring intently at the screen her mouth open in a small "o" shape. For obvious reasons the scenes did little to him but she was left laying a pool of her own lust. She hardly heard a thing he had said throughout the movie. She watched so closely she almost felt apart of it all. That Cali knew what she was doing. She was hard to live up too.

Peeling herself away from the bed. She sat up straight now, pulling her leg underneath her as she sat. "Forget about it." She said shaking her head. At this point, she was unable to even look him in the eye.

"So this bet. What exactly does it entail? Are you unable to touch or is anyone unable to touch you. Or both?" She wasn't offering her services just yet. But she was curious. She wanted to at least know her boundaries so to speak.

She stood up tilting her head to the side slightly. "Don't you want to know what I thought about the video?" She asked, she closed the gap between them until she was able to press her body against his. "Is this too close?" She asked innocently. She wanted her hands to wander to take away some control from him.

Patience Chantelle...

Even if it were not to happen tonight. It definitely would. After all of this, she couldn't let him get away without even the tiniest bit of a sample. She could feel his breath on her mouth and that brief contact jolted her as if she'd been touched by the live end of an electric wire. There was a wisp of hair dangling along the side of his cheek. that looked to be tickling his nose. Before he could do anything about it, she brushed it back. Letting her fingers brush as softly as a whisper against his cheek.

 

[allonblack]

As Brent rose from the bed he was suddenly very aware that his boxers were still unbuttoned. A slight portion of his cock head had started to peek out. Brent noticed Chantelle trying to peek and said "Oops, he saw his shadow I guess that means six more weeks of winter." He chuckled softly as he tucked it back inside. She couldn't say much because her tight pants didn't leave much to the imagination and it was pretty obvious there was a damp spot on them. He was sure if he questioned her about it she would just say it was some of the massage oil that she had laid in.

Chantelle was obviously enjoying this but then again what woman didn't enjoy being a tease? Brent softly pushed her away trying to keep her at arm's length. He knew if he let her any closer he'd do something he would regret later. But he couldn't get over the silky smoothness of her skin as she brushed the hair off of his cheek. Her hands were made for caressing whereas his were made for holding. They would probably be very compatible in bed since she no doubt had an extensive knowledge of the body. Maybe she could even teach him a thing or two.

"Sure I want to know what you thought about the video but like I said it was an $80 "blow"job and a little bit of banging a chick in a maid's uniform so obviously that wasn't my A game. I did a few more scenes but it mostly the same type of stuff of me barely being shown from the waist up. I was just a cock for the starlets to show off their skills on, I didn't mind so much but the pay was lousy. I got out of the biz once I got my modeling contracts and my magazine followed soon after. Cali's is retired but she'll be at the convention so if you want to meet her stop by. I bet you didn't expect to watch a porno that starred your customer when you came to work today." Brent trailed off, seeing that Chantelle was more interested in him and his bet.

"The bet is a month of no sexual contact so that covers both touching and being touched. It's kind of funny, when I was in college and would only get laid on weekends I thought waiting 5 days for sex was a long time but it's been 4 days already and I'm losing my mind. I know I could just kiss and hold hands with a woman and learn to listen her and all that crap but let's face it I get a lot of pussy and that's really all I'm interested in. That's shallow I know but I'm not one to beat around the bush, no pun intended." He said with a soft smile. "I think I can jack off since the details weren't too clear but I don't want to and find out later there was some loophole. I think after a few more days the urge will go away. I could cheat since I don't need the money but I never back down from a challenge so this is important to me." By now he had turned his back to her knowing that he continued to face her he would become aroused.

"You know it wasn't too long ago that you were calling me a jerk and saying you were leaving, so why are you still here? If you want to hang out and watch porn with me all day you're more than welcome to but you've got to know that's all that will happen. If you're expecting something else, sorry I'm not your guy, at least not for 26 more days." He turned back to her and closed the gap between them. He could see her eyes widening perhaps in fear. Brent leaned in and gave her a hug. He could smell her shampoo, perfume, and the massage oil on her skin. As he held her he realized her body was a lot firmer than her clothing illusioned. Her breasts seemed like they would keep their shape once set free from any fabric restraint. That was good, Brent hated tits that looked perky but hung down the woman's knees once the bra came off. No matter how hard he tried to find a flaw to make seem unworthy of his bed, he couldn't find anything. She was perfect right down to her sassy personality which whether he'd admit it or not was a huge turn-on. He thought it was cute that she was still barefoot and without her shoes he seemed to tower over her. Pulling away from her he put one hand on her back and began leading her to the door. "I'm sure you have things to do so it was nice meeting you and I hope you get some tonight, good luck." He flashed her a wink waited for her to leave. A part of him didn't want her to go but she was the epitome of temptation. The best way to resist temptation was to avoid it.

 

[Masume]

She hugged him back slightly. If this was all she was going to get, she was going to take it for all it was worth. So she wrapped her arms around tighter, pressing him against her. She moaned softly when his hard body relaxed into hers. All this from just a simple hug. She loved being held by a larger male. Something about getting lost in his body was so exhilarating. This was by far the most interesting session she had ever had. Brent pulled away from her and all of a sudden, she felt herself being shoved toward to door.

"I'm sure you have things to do so it was nice meeting you and I hope you get some tonight, good luck."

“Yeah,” She said quietly. She looked over his shoulder back into the hotel room. “Can I at least get my things first?” Se asked the question but pushed herself back inside anyways. She continuously looked back at him with a teasing grin plastered on her face. She at least managed to get a decent boner out of him. It only bothered her that was so relaxed, so sexy and so vibrantly masculine.

“Well thank you for this most interesting of experiences.” She said. “Oh and uh about that convention. I will be there.”

 

[allonblack]

Brent mentally reviewed the details of the convention and wondered if there was some way to rig the contest so she could win. Of course there was some way, he was the CEO after all he could do whatever he wanted. So the question became more of why to fix the contest instead of how. On the surface the reasons were obviously her looks and his need to fufill a sexual conquest. She didn't seem impressed by his career, she'd probably never heard of him, so he doubted she was a gold-digger. Nevertheless Chantelle wanted something or she wouldn't have agreed to come to the convention. Perhaps she was intrigued by his refusal of sex due to the bet. If that was the case then Brent decided he should tell every woman he met from now on that he was in a bet and couldn't have sex with them. He thought he might've discovered a woman's weakness of being turned down, not by their looks or anything physical but for a mental reason. Or maybe he was overthinking all of this and she just wanted to come to the convention because it was free.

He watched her gather her things keeping one eye on her cleavage and one eye on the tv screen. Brent retrieved the bottle of massage oil from the nightstand and handed it to her. "Oh would you look at that? Talk about bad timing." He pointed to the tv screen as it played a scene where a man in a somberero sat at a bar drinking shots of tequila. The bartender was a gorgeous woman with a perfect tan skin tone. She poured herself a shot a thick clear liquid which was obviously baby oil. She dipped two of her fingers in the shot glass and rubbed the oil all over the man's chest before working her way downward. As she reached for his cock, Brent lunged forward and turned the tv off. "I don't think we need to see that." he said feeling a blush cover him.

He wasn't so much embarrassed as he was frustrated. The blood seemed to be boiling beneath his skin knowing that he was struggling to maintain his self-discipline. This was a new feeling to him since he had never given into any of the normal temptations of drugs and alcohol and on occassion he had refused women that he thought seemed a bit shady. But here he was about to throw away all his values and respect from his brothers for a woman. He shook himself out of his daydream realizing he was still staring at her cleavage.

"Hey before you go," he said grapsing her wrist softly to pull her back towards him, "you never did tell me what you thought of the movie." Brent smiled only slightly because he didn't want to seem anxious. He expected an insult from her but would gladly take any comments. In his history with women he had learned that they were just as cynical as men. He knew his body was amazing but was sure if he asked her flat out if she found him attractive he would most likely get a response like "You're ok, I've seen better."

He hoped her response would be brief but give him some hope that she liked him. The thought repulsed him. He just met her and it wasn't like she was unique. For the right price any masseuse would watch porno with him and do whatever he requested. He couldn't just let her leave on a heartfelt, warm moment like this, no of course his true personality had to come peeking through. As she stepped into the doorway, Brent's right hand swung back parallel to his shoulder blade before crashing down onto her buttocks. He could feel the flesh vibrate in his hand as the smack echoed throughout the hallway. A few patrons near the elevator gasped in surprise. Brent felt relieved that he had regained his sense of cockiness by embarrassing her. "See you at the convention," he said slamming the door behind her.

There was little doubt in his mind that she would linger in the hallway briefly expecting an apology. Brent just laid on the bed, resting his hands on his head and thinking about the convention.

 

[allonblack]

Brent was a little suprised she didn't try to come back in the room. She didn't seem mad at him even though he had drawn attention to her in the hallway. He wondered if she would come to the convention now or not.

The convention was only a few days away so it would be silly for him to go home. Usually alcohol wasn't appealing to him other than a few drinks to loosen up women he met at the bar. But knowing he had a lot of time to kill, he hit the mini-bar hard. The tiny bottles were almost impossible to get drunk off of so he racked up quite a room service bill paying bellhops to buy him whiskey from the liquor store.

The next few days blurred toghether but the details of every moment with Chantelle remained vivid. Brent got caught up on all of his paperwork and even found a way to save some overhead costs at the company. Perhaps he was thinking clearer since his mind wasn't so preoccupied with sex. Nevertheless as a reward to himself he watched a few pornos after his work was finished.

Drowsily he watched the credits roll on the last movie in the mini-marathon. Six hours was a long time to watch porno, especially without any self-gratification. He glanced at the neon green digital numbers on the clock and noticed it was approaching midnight. He decided to give his brother a call just to let him know he was ok. Eddie's fiancee, Eliza answered the phone. "Hi, can I talk to Eddie, this is Brent." Eliza was one of the women Brent knew but had never been sexually involved with. He didn't regret that though because it made things less awkward.

"Brent where you been man? We're starting to get worried." Eddie never worried so Brent wondered if he was serious.

"It's only been a few days so just calm down. I'm at a hotel. I just came to set up early for the convention. Oh and you'd be proud of me I met a masseuse and there was no funny business so the bet is a week and counting. I think I'm gonna make it so get your checkbook ready."

"You haven't made it yet hotshot." Eddie said in that typical big brother tone.

"Hey Ed, I got an idea though for your bachelor party. How about instead of a stripper we hire a girl to give erotic massages? It's a lot better than a lap dance."

"What hotel are you at anyways?" Eddie asked, completely ignoring Brent's idea.

"The Coral Sands, the one with the Spa Glam, why?"

"Oh no reason but I've gotten massages from there before. A couple of years ago before I met Eliza I got a great massage from this hot little number named...Cherry? Shelly? Chandra?...aw hell I forget her name but I doubt she still works there, there's a pretty high turnover on masseuses but if you could rent her for the night I'd definitely say yes to the massage idea. It's up to you, you're the best man book whatever you want.

As he rattled off the names Brent wondered if it was Chantelle. It was possibly but highly unlikely. Chantelle was probably only about 20 or so. She had probably worked in fast food or a store after high school then realized she could make a lot more money at the spa. So even if it was Chantelle that Eddie had met a couple of years ago it would be highly unlikely he'd remember her. He'd remember the things she did to him but he probably wouldn't remember her face.

"Ok, I'll ask around and see if any of the girls at the spa are interested. Maybe Cali can help talk them into it."

"Oh jeez don't tell me you're still hung up on that worn out old slut? You didn't even get your dick wet with her, why do you still mess with her? She's just a tease, you know? Quit wasting your time."

"Hey shut up Eddie, she brings people to the conventions." That was a lie. Most of the attendees at the convention were amateur bodybuilders who were there to look at supplements, get free samples, and talk to bodybuilders. Another big draw were the athletes who had fallen from grace and now scraped by peddling protein powders.

There was a long silence on the phone. "Eddie? You still there man?" Brent heard a smacking sound and wondered if his cell was dying on him.

"Oh yeah, right there, that's a good girl suck that di-" Eddie was breathing heavily on the other line

"For crying out loud Eddie! You can't wait 5 minutes until we hang up the phone!" Brent said interrupting. "Now who's being the tease?" he said with a chuckle. "I'll let you go, I'll see you at the bachelor party, take care."

Brent clicked off the phone, shook his head at his brother's disrespect, and tossed the phone onto the nightstand. Soon after he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he was dressed and out the door by 7 a.m.. He doubted he would see Chantelle that early in the hotel but didn't want to risk bumping into her. The convention officially opened at noon for sales but people were welcome to browse before that. There wasn't much set up for the convention, just booths which were constructed in no time thanks to all the young musclebound men working the convention. By 10 a.m. everything was ready to go. Brent exchanged pleasantries with Cali before showing her to her booth. She was there mostly for photo ops but Brent allowed her to sell her book as well. It was an alleged behind the scenes look at the porn industry but for the most part it was just her filmography surrounded by a few paragraphs. It was the written equivalent of a dvd commentary.

In past years he felt like the convention discriminated against non-fitness buffs. So this year he had decided to add a smaller area for adult products such as pills that were supposed to increase ejaculation amounts, lengthen the penis, and all that other stuff that he couldn't believe people bought. He had also decided to offer the contest with the prize of free workout lessons with him. Brent hoped that would generate some good press and get average people interested in fitness. His magazine wasn't just about bodybuilding but the covers full of muscular hunks gave the impression that it was. It also contained diet tips, recipes, sports reports, and other things.

By 1 p.m. the convention center was full of people. It was a much larger crowd than he expected. Many people had gathered around to watch a bodybuilder from Turkey try to break the clean and jerk world's record. He didn't get the record but most people didn't seem disappointed.

In the back corner he saw a privacy curtain like there are in hospitals, that looked very out of place. Behind it a massage table was set up. Brent looked down at the clipboard and didn't see any massage/physical therapy booth registered for that spot. He walked over the table and waited for the owner of it to appear. He saw a young woman with a bright smile look at him. She wore a name tag from the hotel's spa that said "Janine."

"Excuse me, who told you could set up here?" he demanded.

She ignored him and stepped towards a guy who had just purchased the zinc pills for increase semen volume. "Hey stud, want to see if those pills work?" she said. The guy blushed and kept on walking.

"Look you can't be here, I don't know who told you could but I can't have you giving...massages in public like this. This is borderline prostitution and if I get caught it's gonna be a hell of a fine."

"But Chantelle said that we could make a lot of money here since all you big muscled guys need massages badly." she said with a little giggle.

He could feel himself growing red with rage. Brent could only imagine what Chantelle had told her friend.

Taking a deep breath he spoke, "Ok you can stay but take this curtain down and keep the massages clean. Whatever you charge I get 75% of since I didn't approve this."

Brent walked away quickly before anyone saw the scene. He saw Chantelle standing next to Cali talking to her. Cali was talking a mile a minute and made a gesture with her hands which was no doubt about the size of someone's manhood. Brent pushed his way through the crowd to Cali's booth.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Cali asked sharply. She was never one to mince words.

"What?" Brent asked.

"This fine young goddess here tells me she met you a few nights ago and you were the perfect gentleman. If I didn't know any better I'd say you've lost your touch. The Brent I know would've hit that within in 10 minutes." She said tilting her head towards Chantelle.

"She's standing right here Cali. You can be such a bitch sometimes, you know that?" Cali only rolled her eyes in return.

Placing his hand on Chantelle's shoulder he pulled her aside and said, "Hey I'm sorry about that. Thanks for coming though. Feel free to look around and have a good time. There's an arm wrestling contest coming up in a few minutes and after that we'll draw the winner for the fitness lessons with yours truly. So if you'll excuse me I have to go." Brent thought about mentioning the massage table to her but it might sound like an accusation so he just let it go.

Brent knew rubbernecking was common at any public event. If a few people were gathered around something, many others would try desperately to see what's going on. Therefore he knew the arm wrestling would have almost everyone's attention and he could use that time to put his plan into action. Admission was free but everyone did have to sign an entry form to be eligible for various door prizes. All the entry forms were placed in a plastic cylinder near the door. Instead of planning how to rig the contest so that Chantelle would win, he had wasted time. Suddenly the urgency had struck him and he began to panic. He searched around the convention center for any hint of how to make his plan work. Then he saw his opportunity.

Janine was playing with her hair and flirting with a guy in front of the curtain as Brent walked towards her. "What now?" she asked sarcastically. The guy looked puzzled and walked away.

"I need your help. You get to be my lovely assistant for the prize drawing in a few minutes. While everyone is watching the arm wrestling contest you go back to the drum and find Chantelle's entry form."

Janine looked puzzled but finally put two and two together. "You're going to cheat so she can win and you can spend time with her. How romantic in a junior high sort of way" She said trailing off.

"Hey can it, you're not even supposed to be here. I'll be your lookout while you push the drum behind the curtain, get her form and stuff it up the sleeve of your shirt. When you lean in to pull out an entry form make sure you put your whole arm in a big pile. Then slide the form out of your sleeve and hand it to me. I know it's a bit much but as soon as we pick the prize we hand the entry form to one of the assistants and they go distribute the prize. So the entry form is kind of like a receipt and you'll have to draw it out of the drum. Do you understand?" She nodded.

Brent sighed as he waited for the arm wrestling to end. He climbed onto the stage with Janine and the prize drum. The microphone in his hand squealed with feedback as he turned it on. "Sorry about that folks. First of all I want to thank everyone for coming out today." A few of the muscleheads chuckled at the phrase "coming out." Brent thought that was ironic they chuckled at that since they did spend a lot of time together in the shower. He zoned them out and tried to focus on the task at hand as Janine handed him entry forms. "Ok let's get right to it and give away some prizes. The winner of a lifetime subscription to Flex Appeal is Scott Landon. The winner of an autographed copy of Cali Summers book is...Jeff Walters, congratulations Jeff."

Brent swallowed hard, feeling beads of sweat running down his forehead, hoping his plan would off without a hitch. "And last but not least the winner of free fitness lessons with me is...drumroll please...Chantelle La'Trice! Congratulations Chantelle." He said flashing her a smile, realizing that wasn't smart because it could arouse suspicion. Luckly Jeff broke the tension by saying "Hey can I have a free lessons Cali insead and you keep the lousy book?" The whole crowd chuckled. "Follow Flex Appeal's assistant Barry and he will give you your prizes and Chantelle you'll have to schedule your lessons for whatever is a good time for you. Thanks again everyone enjoy the rest of your day." He said switching off the mic.