Call Control and Explore

You do a quick check of the room for cameras and bugs. Finding none, you lay down your carry on. You remove the contents and slide open a section compartment. You place your thumb on the biometric panel and the main compartment opens.

You pull out a pen which is actually an advanced radio transmitter.

“Kelly to control.”

“Control here.”

“I’m inside.”

“Excellent. Take a look around and see if you see any signs of demonic activity. Do not engage.”

“Understood.”

You click the top of the pen, ending the call.

You pull two of your favorite knives. They are razor sharp, blessed, and perfectly balanced. You slide them into a pair of shoulder scabbards. You pull out another smaller knife for your boot.

You are still more than a little aroused as you step outside your room.

The hallway is spacious, deliberately wider than it needs to be. The decorations, though some of paintings are a bit racy, are expensive and tasteful.

You reach the end of the hall and look out on a nearly empty white sand beach. It is one of the most pristine beaches you have ever seen.

You head down to the pool and massage area.

You gasp at the pool. It is huge with an indoor waterfall and open bar. You gasp again when you see who is getting out. The actor you’ve had a crush on since you were thirteen. As he struts toward the men’s locker room you admire his ass. He actually manages to pull off a speedo.

With him gone you turn around. You ponder whether to take a peek in the massage area. You open the swinging door and step in. After all you are undercover on vacation.

In the center of spacious room is a massage table. A woman wearing a translucent white dress stands by it. You realize the spectacular blonde is Deborah.

“Hello, Ms. Samuel, care for a massage?”

“You give massages?”

“I’m something of jack of all traits around here. I am a licensed masseuse. Care for a massage?”

“Ah, well...”

“You’re on vacation. Loosen up a bit.”

You feel a bit boxed in and answer. “Why not. What do I do?”

“Just strip down. There’s a towel in the changing room for modesty, if you’d like.”

You slip into the changing room and carefully remove your knives. Being without them makes you feel more naked than the lack of clothes. You step out in your towel.

“Just lay down.”

You lay down. She begins massaging you. Her hands are warm and she clearly is an expert at this. As she drains the tension from your body, you begin to feel a bit aroused. She grinds an elbow into your ass and it feels incredible. You know you are wet.

“Time to turn over.”

“I’m not sure, I should.”

“Relax, I’ve seen everything you can imagine, Ms. Samuel.”

You turn over, hoping she doesn’t see the wet spot.

She begins at your shoulders. Her hands are magical. Her hands slide down you sides leaving trails of desire. You bite your lip trying not to moan. As she continues, you close your eyes and try to focus.

Suddenly you feel her tongue in you sex. You nearly cum. You clutch the sides of the table.

“Fuck me!” You whisper.

Deborah looks up. “As you wish.”

She begins licking you harder. You cum. She slips her tongue deeper inside as you lay there a quivering mess. You feel like she is licking your cervix she is in so deep.

You cum again even harder. You are barely even conscious when she pulls out.

“There I hope you’re more relaxed, Ms. Samuel.”

“Oh...much...I’m not gay.”

“Of course not, Ms. Samuel. I’m not either, I just like you.”

You wrap the towel around you tightly.

“I need to go.”

“Of course, Ms. Samuel. Anything you might want, just ring me. I do mean anything.”

You quickly change and head back up to the room. As you walk, the rubbing of your thighs brings you several more small orgasms.

You enter your room.