The Massage Palace - Episode 3
The Massage Palace - Episode 3
The sun rose over the city, exposing the sterile white halls of "Elysian Touch." DAMIAN, a rival spa owner with eyes like flint, watched a new therapist perform a textbook massage. It was perfect, mechanical, and dead. He sneered at the lack of soul.
"Find out everything you can about Malik," he told his assistant, his voice dripping with venom. "I want to know how he’s stealing my clients."
Inside The Massage Palace, KENDRA stormed into Malik's office, unannounced. She wore a power suit sharp enough to cut glass.
"Your online presence is a joke," she declared, pouring herself a drink from his decanter. "We need to be loud. We need to be a brand."
Malik stood by the window, still haunted by the morning with Lia. "Discretion is our brand, Kendra. It’s what makes them feel safe."
"Safety is boring," she scoffed, walking up behind him. She ran a hand down his chest. "They come here for the thrill. For the edge."
She spun him around and kissed him, aggressive and demanding. For a moment, he responded, his body hardening instinctively. But then he pulled away.
"Not now," he said, his voice firm. "I have a client."
Kendra’s eyes narrowed, jealous suspicion flaring in their depths. "Who?"
Malik didn't answer. He left Kendra fuming in his office and retreated to the sanctuary. But the peace was shattered. He found an envelope on his massage table. He opened it, his blood turning to ice.
Inside was a photo. A grainy, invasive shot of him and Lia in the aftermath of their session, their bodies entangled in the candlelight.
Below it, a note: I know your secret.
A soft knock came at the door. It was Lia. She had returned, her eyes wide and hopeful.
"Malik?" she whispered. "I left my scarf."
Malik quickly hid the photo, his heart hammering. He couldn't let her see the danger she was in. He forced a smile.
"Come in."
Lia stepped inside, closing the door. She saw the tension in his shoulders. "What’s wrong?"
"Nothing," he lied. "Just a long day."
He walked to her, cupping her face in his hands. He needed to lose himself in her, to forget the threat looming over them. He kissed her, soft and deep. She melted against him, her hands sliding into his hair.
Malik lifted her onto the table, his hands desperate. He hiked up her skirt, exposing her soft @ss. He tore her panties aside, his fingers finding her wet p#ssy immediately.
"I need you," he groaned.
"Yes," she gasped.
He unzipped his trousers, freeing his throbbing d!ck. He drove into her hard, needing the friction, the heat. She cried out, wrapping her legs around his waist. He f#cked her with a reckless urgency, trying to burn the fear out of his system. He grabbed her hips, slamming into her, the table shaking violently.
"Malik!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back.
The pleasure spiked, sharp and intense. He felt her tighten around him, her body milking his c#ck. With a low growl, he buried himself deep and filled her with his c#m.
As they caught their breath, Malik looked over her shoulder at the door. The lock wasn't turned. He realized with a sinking dread that if anyone had walked in, the empire would have crumbled.
Teaser for Episode 4:
The blackmail begins. The mystery photographer demands a fortune for silence, forcing Malik to make an impossible choice. Kendra grows suspicious of Lia’s attachment and vows to uncover the truth. The walls are closing in on The Massage Palace.
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