Change of profession

I jolt awake and check my phone, Fuck, I thought I'd been gone for hours, but it's only been half an hour since I fell asleep.

I decide to go to the basement door, my curiosity getting the better of me. I lean my ear to the door, but can't make out words, just the murmur of their conversation. I try to convince myself that it's all just in my head, that she's just giving a massage. But the doubt lingers. The sound of her giggling is the nail in the coffin, it's just too flirty. I can't take it anymore. With shaking hands I grab the handle and push the carefully only to find the door locked from the inside. "What the fuck!", I whisper to myself. "The little basement window", I think and sprint behind the house, where the dusty old window is. "Damn she hung up curtains," but at least it's tilted open. I can't see anything but I can hear, if I lean my ear right next to the crack.

I inhale deeply and lean in, the smell of her lavender massage oil wafting through the air. I can't believe I'm doing this, but the jealousy and suspicion are too much to bear. I close my eyes and concentrate, listening for any clue of what's happening on the other side of the curtain. The low murmur of their conversation isn't giving anything away, so I strain my ears even more. "Why you wanted me to lock the door Richard?", Jane's voice, light and teasing. My heart races. "Oh, you know, just to make sure no one interrupts your... professional massage," Richard responds, his voice a little too eager. The sound of the massage table creaking follows, and then silence.

"Your neck is so tense," Jane's voice filters through the curtains, sounding soothing and professional. The sound of her oiled hands gliding over his skin makes me clench my fists. I can't believe this is happening in my own house. "You should really try to relax," she adds, her tone dripping with sweetness. "The problem is not my neck, let me turn around on my back.", he says, his voice thick with desire. There's a pause, and I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. The sound of the massage table shifting fills the quiet, followed by a loud, naughty gasp of shock and surprise, "Richard, what the hell. It's sooo huge!! Is it even human?!", Jane says, her voice a mix of feigned shock and excitement. "Jane! What are you doing?!" I whisper to myself, trying to push the thought out of my head. "Just relax, John," I tell myself, "It's just a massage." But my mind is racing with images of Richard's sweaty, overweight body grinding against hers. "It's a normal cock Jane.", Richard responds with a smug chuckle. "Normal? Are you kidding?", she says, "It's like a third leg!", and they both laugh together. "As I said, the problem is not my neck.", he repeats, his voice sounding more demanding now. "I'm sorry, I've never seen one quite like that before.", she says, her voice sugary sweet, "Let me just get back to your back Richard, and be professional.", she giggles.

"Professional, My ass", Richard's voice now demanding and serious, "How I see it, you are not a masseuse, you are a hooker. So shut up and be the professional whore you are.", he says, follows by the sound of a smack on the butt echoing through the room. I'm frozen in place, unable to believe what I'm hearing. "Richard! That's not professional!" Jane exclaims, but her voice is filled with a mix of feigned indignation and playfulness. "You're right, I'm sorry, I'll be professional.", he says, his voice low and seductive, "Now, suck my cock, you filthy, cheap whore.", I can feel my blood boiling. "Oh my god, yes, yes, of course, I'm sorry...", she says, her voice dropping to a whisper. There is the sound of spitting and then a wet, slurping sound that makes me want to retch. "Mmh, oh yes, that's it.", Richard moans, "Just like that, take it all in, you greedy little slut.", Jane's voice is muffled by the sound of her taking him in her mouth, the smacking and slurping sounds growing louder and more frequent. "I will show you how to do it right, slut.", Richard roars and then the sickening sounds of fighting, struggling and gagging. I know he shoves his dick all the way down her throat.

The room is fills with the sound of someone's muffled protests. "You like that don't you, you little whore?", Richard asks, his voice sounding strained. The only responds you hear are muffled screams and gagging sounds. "Take it like a good girl, suck me like you mean it," he commands, his voice growing more aggressive with every word. "Yes, yes, that's right," he moans, as the sounds of struggle become more intense. And as I hear her gasps for breath I know he pulled out his dick from her throat. I hear vomiting sounds, and then the sound of her smacking him, "You disgusting fat fuck!", she shouts, her voice raw and angry. "Na, na, na. Be professional and polite to your clients.", Richard retorts, his voice mocking her.

"How much for your ass?", he asks. "What? get the fuck out of here Richard!" I hear her protest. "Is this enough?", he says as something clinks and you realize he's pulled out a wad of cash. "Are you serious? You are willing to pay that much, for...", she trails off. "Yes, I'm serious," he says, "So yes or no?"

The room goes quiet for a moment, and I can feel the tension in the air. I want to charge in and save her, but I'm too stunned to move. What the hell is happening here? This can't be real. "Fine," she says finally, "But don't be an asshole.", her voice filled with resentment.

I listen, horrified, as they negotiate the price for her to let him fuck her ass. It's like I'm in a nightmare, unable to wake up or scream. The sound of cash changing hands makes my stomach turn. "Good girl," he says, his voice dripping with smugness. "Now get on the table, on your hands and knees, let's see if your ass is as tight as your mouth is loose."