Well, duh

The blonde slavegirl took Nicole behind the desk and into one of many massage rooms. The room contained everything an aspiring masseuse would need, towels, oils, even a shower.

"Slavegirls get.... held up all the time by clients." The blond told Nicole. Seeing the look on her face she added "you're not a slavegirl... yet, so you don't need to worry about that. My point was just tell the client Sarah was unavailable, he'll understand. Ask him what he paid for, make sure he gets it, and you get your key." With that, the blonde left the room and went back to the front desk.

Not too long after this, a man entered the room. He was older, maybe in his mid 50s, and a little portly. He wore only a towel. "Who the fuck are you?" He asked

"I'm Nicole, Sarah was held up with her last client, so I'm filling in."

"Of course she did, the little whore can't get enough cock inside her". The man said, dropping his towel to reveal a 6-inch cock, already semi-erect. He climbed on the table. "I'm here for a nude body rub and a happy ending, so get those fucking clothes off before I rip them off"

"Understood." Nicole replied. She had already been naked on camera, and after having her muff dived on in the theatre, a handjob didn't seem too bad. She unhooked her bra, well aware that the man was drinking her body in.

"You've got a better body than Sarah, girl. If you were wearing a collar, we'd be skipping the massage" he said with a chuckle.

Nicole turned around to conceal her blush and found a hair tie which she used to tie her red hair into a messy bun, to keep the oil out. She then grabbed the massage oil, and placed a liberal amount on the man's back. She then mounted the table herself and brought her breasts down upon him, using her c-cups to knead his back as best she could. The oil felt warm on her skin, and the sensation of the man's skin on her nipples caused her to shiver slightly.

Now sufficiently oiled up, her curves accentuated, she began to slide her entire weight up and down his back. She wasn't sure this was really doing anything in terms of a massage, but the man wasn't complaining so she assumed everything was working as intended. She asked him to flip over.

Unsurprisingly, she was greeted by his now completely erect cock. She would deal with that later. For now, she applied another liberal glut of oil, this time to her own body, taking time to rub it into her breasts for his enjoyment, and then continued the massage. She lay on him at a bit of a side angle this time, to prevent any accidental contact between cunt and cock, but brought her tits up to his face several times. Although she couldn't see it, she felt like his tongue was running across her nipples every time she did. Fortunately for her, noone would be able to tell that her pussy was soaking wet, her self-produced moisture masked by that of the oil.

Finally, it was time for the wrap up. She applied another dose of oil to her right hand, and without removing her tits from his chest, reached down and began to stroke him off. He closed his eyes and began to moan softly. Encouraged by this, Nicole stretched her beautiful frame to place her tits on his face one more time as she picked up the pace. With a muffled groan and a twitch of his penis, he began to spray his seed all over Nicole's hand and thighs.

She got off him, and allowed him to shower himself off while she waited naked, not wanting to put her clothes back on until she had had an opportunity to wash the oil off. Her mind wandered in a myriad of places: the slavegirls she had met so far, the two men she had induced orgasms from, the viewers watching from home.... It was only when the sound of the shower stopping drew her attention back to the present did she realize she'd been fondling herself.

As the man came out of the shower, he looked at her and said "When you inevitably put the collar on girl, let me know, I havent cum that hard in 30 years". Laughing, he left the room.

"I guess that means he was satisfied" Nicole thought with a smile as she stepped into the shower. Sure enough, when she exited, the key was sitting on a towel waiting for her.