I finally get to my date with Maria...sort of

Olga adjusted her ruined dress and left quickly to probably get a new one while I was still trying to stand up with my arms shaking as I shoved myself off the massage table. As I was finally standing another gush of Mr. Crofton's warm semen ran down the inside of my thighs as my belly cramped up and my asshole winked noisily.

"Oh god what have I done!" I whispered shocked as a wave of shame washed over me. I could barely walk without feeling a dull pain and empty feeling inside of me. I hobbled back to the bathroom where I had already been once this day and tried to wash of all the cum and shame with scalding hot water. It felt good and refreshing but evertime something touched my butt or I turned around too suddenly my insides clenched and the dull pain and empty feeling reminded me of what happened. Everytime the shame came back but my dick tingled as well like I would have to accept my submissive role. It was the same with the vile cigar smell. I couldn't wash away or shake this feeling anymore and it made me feel even more like a pathetic conditioned dog. I will have to live with the feeling of being an ass-raped fuckboy for this disgusting old man.

After seemingly ages I finally stepped out of the shower and found a neat stack of fresh clothes waiting for me outside. Fine smooth expensive boxer briefs, a white dress shirt and a dark blue new suit and leather shoes with black silken socks. I touched the fine soft material and picked up a note on top of the pile.

'Meet Mr. Crofton at 6 pm outside the main entrance for your date!"

The note was probably dropped by his assistant given the round female handwriting. I wondered if the "date" meant that I would be free to finally meet Maria or if I am the "date" for Mr. Crofton. A slight panic emerged at that thought like being in a nightmare where you have to get somewhere but never reach your destination because of more and more obstacles. But what choice did I have? I didn't even know where the fuck I was exactly or how to get to the restaurant where Maria worked.

I sighed and started to dress noticing how well everything was fitting. I never had clothes that expensive or that well-fitting before and when I finally slipped into the black leather shoes and straightened up a new confidence arose inside of me which lifted my spirits a bit. Stepping out of the spa building I noticed that the sun was already setting and not being sure how late it was I hurried to the front entrance of the building waiting for what was about to come.

After some moments of standing there in the sunlight a silver Audi R8 pulled up in front of me and the darkened side window moved down revealing a smiling and seemingly relaxed Mr. Crofton in the driver seat. He was wearing a similar blue suit as I although bigger in size to wrap around his bulky body. A fat golden Rolex hugged his hairy forearm which he waved at me gesturing to come over.

"Martin my friend! Get in, I drop you off at your date as promised!" He shouted in a cheerful mood. Hearing that let me relax a little and with the warm and happy smile he was wearing the next wave of shame I felt was dampened by an almost fatherly affection for this strange powerful man. I should feel disgusted and violated but something about him put me under his spell with every minute I spent time with him.

As I got into the seat next to him he told me that my stuff was in the trunk in case I wanted to stay with Maria afterwards. He put the car into gear and with spinning wheels and flying gravel we headed out into town, the force of the engine pushing me into the seat. After we had reached some kind of highway leading downtown Mr. Crofton fumbled in his jacked and pulled out another 300 Euros shoving them into my sweaty hands.

"There Martin! You earned it!" He added patting my knee making me remember all he had done to my body when I was finally trying to forget and move on.

With a slight blush I silently put the money into my pocket feeling like a dirty whore inside again.

Traffic was heavy and we rode on in silence for a while. I have told Mr. Crofton the address of the restaurant where Maria worked and he had punched it into the navigation. With swift and certain moves he maneuvered the car through the rush hour and we soon reached our destination only a few minutes too late. As we approached the restaurant I spotted Maria standing outside looking into the distance. My heart jumped to finally see her standing there. She was wearing a black and white polka-dot dress and flat ballerina shoes and a small purse. Her bright red lipstick made her stand out from the people passing by. She was small and well rounded. With shapely breasts and a round ass. All that I had dreamed her to be.

As Mr. Crofton pulled up beside her and I got out of the car she first gave me a startled look before she realized who I was.

"Martin!? Is that you!? Wow, what an entrance!" She gasped with her cute Spanish accent.

I gave her a shy smile and moved in to hug her and kiss her on the cheek telling her how happy I am to finally meet her. Her hair smelled beautiful of some probably quite cheap but very heavy and sweet perfume. I took a deep breath of it as I moved back to look at her unable to stop smiling, completely forgetting the rumbling sportscar next to me. We barely exchanged some meaningless chit chat until Maria's eyes started to wander off to the side with a questioning look at the car. Mr. Crofton had rolled down the window and was observing us with a warm smile.

"Who is your friend here?" Maria finally burst out after I had ignored Mr. Crofton for almost a Minute.

"Erm...that is....Mr...."

"Hi, I'm Harry!", shouted Mr. Crofton from inside the car reaching out his meaty hand which Maria shook politely.

"Martin and I met on the train ride to Barcelona and immediately became friends. He is a great guy and we just connected quickly on a quite personal level!" He added explaining it to Maria while giving me a knowing wink that made me blush.

"Oh how nice!" Maria nodded with a broad smile. I was hoping that this was the end of it and that Mr. Crofton would finally drive off into the sunset and leave me to recover back to my old life but he kept shaking Maria's hand and finally asked her:

"So do you two want to head off alone or should I take you to a nice restaurant I own down at the harbour?"

Maria raised her eyebrows with sudden interest when she heard that Mr. Crofton owned a restaurant here and I lowered mine in dread that this evening was not going as I had imagined.

Baffled Maria exchanged glances with me and then again with Harry, smiling flattered at the offer, blinded by our nice clothes, the car and everything that she had not expected from meeting a poor young boy from the internet.

"I...we...we could..." I started to stutter to come up with some alternative plan that would excite Maria more than spending any time with Mr. Crofton but even with the 300 Euros in my pocket and no further knowledge of the town nothing too exciting came to my mind.

She was already putting her free hand to her cleavage inhaling and acting all surprised as she answered:

"Oh I would love to go there! What a surprise! I wasn't expecting this at all but it sounds exciting!"

Mr. Crofton gave me a knowing smile and opened the door to the passenger side from inside shoving the seat to the front and gesturing me to get back into the car.

"Hop in! Martin you go into the back and leave the front seat to your beautiful lady!", he commanded making Maria giggle like a little girl. I grunted frustrated and folded myself into the cramped backseat of the car which was clearly only designed for two people. Maria got in next making herself comfortable looking around the inside of the leather interior like a child in a toy shop. I had my knees in my face sitting behind those two like a little boy waiting for Mr. Crofton to rev up the engine followed by another excited giggle from Maria as he pulled out into traffic again.