The Massage Palace - Episode 17 

The Senator’s penthouse sat atop the city like a crown of glass and gold, far removed from the grime of the warehouse district. MALIK, KENDRA, and LIA stepped out of the elevator, the only three people in the building who knew the man waiting inside wasn't just a politician, but a monster in a suit.

The door opened to the smell of expensive cigars and old money. The Senator sat by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand.

"I assume the wheels are in motion?" he asked, not standing.

"The audit starts at 9:00 AM Monday," Kendra said, her voice cool. "Damian’s assets will be frozen by noon. He’ll be bankrupt by Tuesday."

The Senator took a slow sip, his eyes crawling over them. "Good. But a man in my position doesn't pay debts on promises. I pay on delivery."

He gestured to the expansive rug in front of the fire. "I want what we discussed. The Triad. The three of you. No boundaries. No holding back."

Malik looked at Lia. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders. She was no longer the fragile bird. This was for their freedom.

"We are ready," Malik said.

"Then begin," the Senator commanded, settling into his chair like a king awaiting a spectacle.

The Massage Palace - Episode 17 (Part 2)
Malik stepped forward first, unbuckling his belt with a practiced slowness. He motioned for Kendra and Lia to stand together. The contrast was intoxicating—Kendra in sharp red lingerie, Lia in delicate white lace.

"Lia," Malik said softly. "Undress her."

Lia stepped behind Kendra, her fingers trembling slightly as she unhooked Kendra’s bra. Kendra sighed, leaning back into Lia, her bre@sts spilling free. Lia’s hands skimmed down Kendra’s sides, peeling away the lace until Kendra stood naked, her body a sculpture of bronze and power.

"Your turn," Kendra whispered, turning to Lia. She stripped Lia efficiently, baring her soft curves to the firelight. The Senator shifted in his seat, his breathing growing heavy.

"Malik," Kendra purred. "Join us."

Malik shed his clothes, his hard d!ck jutting forth, thick and demanding. He guided them to the plush rug, positioning Lia on her hands and knees. Kendra slid underneath her, her face between Lia’s thighs.

"Eat her p#ssy," Malik commanded Kendra.

Kendra didn't hesitate. She dug her nails into Lia’s @ss and pulled her down, burying her face in Lia’s wet folds. Lia cried out, her head falling back. Malik knelt behind Lia, grabbing her hips.

"I’m going to f#ck you while she licks you," Malik growled in Lia’s ear.

He entered her tight, wet heat in one deep stroke. Lia gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him. The sensory overload was immediate—Malik’s thick c#ck driving into her from behind, Kendra’s tongue lashing against her cl!t from below.

The Senator watched, mesmerized, unzipping his trousers to stroke his own erection.

"Harder," the Senator ordered. "Make her scream."

Malik obliged. He slammed into Lia, his thrusts deep and punishing. Kendra sucked harder, matching his rhythm. The room filled with the slap of skin and Lia’s desperate moans. She was drowning in pleasure, trapped between two masters.

"I’m going to c#m!" Lia screamed, her body convulsing.

"Come for us," Malik roared, burying himself deep and filling her with his hot seed.

As they collapsed in a heap of sweat and satisfaction, the Senator stood up, fastening his trousers. A slow clap echoed through the room.

"Exquisite," he said. "Consider the debt paid."

But as he reached for his drink, the lights in the penthouse flickered and died. A heavy silence descended, broken only by the sound of the elevator doors chiming.

The Senator’s face paled. "I wasn't expecting guests."

From the darkness of the hallway, a familiar voice laughed. "Neither was I."

It was DAMIAN. And he wasn't alone.

Teaser for Episode 18:

The final standoff begins. Damian has infiltrated the Senator’s building, turning their sanctuary into a siege. Guns are drawn, and the safehouse of sex and power becomes a battleground. In the chaos, a life is on the line. Who will survive the fall of The Massage Palace?

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