One of them was Nicki Hughes

Nicki Hughes, his boss's eighteen-year-old daughter was the third of his 'winning' clients.

Unlike the others, she hadn't stripped her top. Not completely, anyway. She wore a tiny bra that managed to almost cover the nipples of her oversized store-bought tits and that was about all.

"Hey Nicki," he said. "I didn't see you earlier."

"Yeah, I hear I missed some excitement. Some chick beat up a weight-lifter dude."

"Yeah. That was something. You thinking about taking up boxing."

She shrugged. "Maybe. Gotta do something."

"School starts in a couple of weeks. That should keep you busy."

"Yeah."

Sadness and anger were written both in her voice and in her pouty expressions. The thing was, Rick wasn't sure whether those were typical adolescent angst or something more serious.

"So, you want a massage, huh? Your choice. You can get your shoulders and neck or your feet."

"That's not where you rubbed my mom."

"You're right. I massaged her legs. But--"

"Come on, you rubbed her cunt. You jerked off my mom right here. And after working for my dad, too. Is that why you did it, because he fired your ass?"

"If it was, do you have a problem with it?"

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Where had that come from. "Sure. You're super-pretty. You've got great skin, especially for a teenager. You've got a fantastic figure. Your hair always looks great. And your face is pretty much classic beautiful. Not a big surprise when your mom was a beauty contestant when she was your age."

"So, why here? You could get your revenge on my dad just as well by doing me as by doing her. She's older than you, for god's sake. Why would you want that ancient pussy when you could have mine."

There was certainly something wrong here. Women did not come onto Rick like this. And rich SMU heiresses especially didn't throw themselves at him. What he wasn't sure of was what, exactly was wrong.

"Okay, get on the massage table."

"Are you going to--"

"I'm going to give you a massage. And while I do, I'm going to ask you some questions. It would be nice if you chose to be honest but don't worry about it. I'll be able to tell if you're lying."

"Like my dad can? He didn't used to be able but all of a sudden, he just has to look at me and he can tell."

"I don't know anything about that," Rick lied. "But I'll be massaging you. You think I won't be able to sense when your muscles tense up or anything. Now up on the table. Face down."

"That will squish my boobs."

That was a good point, actually. Real boobs were meant to be squished. Fake boobs had big bags of saline solution in them and those bags didn't squish particularly well or comfortably. Considering how common breast augmentation was amongst their target clientele, he'd have to consider finding a massage table with boob openings.

"Okay, on your back then."

Nicki stripped off her bra, jeans and panties, then clambered up onto the massage table. Once there, she situated herself with her legs spread.

Like her mom, her pussy area was completely shaved. Her breasts were almost exactly the same size as her moms. Her hair, Rick realized, was done the way her mom's hair had been done in a photo Dan kept on his desk... one showing the college-aged Olivia.

He started on her calves, just as he'd started on her mom's.

Unlike her mom, Nicki tensed up the second he touched her.