Danica

The balcony of Michael’s suite was the closest thing to a refuge Danica could find after Mallory had asked her to stay. Of course, that was all relative. Michael had sex with Ronnie and Vivian both out here, and of course he was about to do the same with Mallory less than fifty feet away. Danica was so damned overstimulated that she could almost feel the energy suffusing the place. So Danica and Ronnie made smalltalk on the balcony of Michael’s suite. Valiantly so, given the context.

Just… right through there. Danica discreetly looked at the patio doors, but Ronnie had wisely pulled the curtains shut before they went outside. She couldn’t see inside through them, the doors only reflected the moon and the neon glow in the night sky. That was a blessing and a curse, because not being able to see it left only Danica’s imagination to fill the gaps. And I can’t seem to turn that off… Danica gripped the handrail until her knuckles hurt, while continuing to nod and mumble “Mm-hmm” at what she thought were appropriate moments.

“I take it my story about meeting Fats Domino isn’t as captivating as I remember.” Ronnie gently poked at Danica’s obvious distraction. “I understand.”

“I’m sorry… I know we butted heads earlier, and I do want to know more about you, but… it’s still hard to talk around it.” Danica said. And who could I even talk to right now? I’ve been so focused on Mallory and Janet that I never really reached out to anyone else. My relationship with Janet is about to get very complicated and Mallory… Danica couldn’t help herself. She immediately imagined her daughter’s lips around her husband’s cock, and the image filled her with shame and lust in equal measure. God… Is she doing a good job? Maybe I should go in there and give her some pointers…? No! No!

“I understand.” Ronnie said, leaning closer to try pulling Danica’s attention. “Seriously, maybe more than anyone I do.”

“That’s true…” Danica said. “They were putting thoughts in your head for a long time.”

“Not enough to drown out my own.” Ronnie lamented. “Sometimes I wished they had. At least I could have lost myself in the roles.”

Danica looked down to the pool area below, where the rest of the Staff were doing their little pre-planned “fun” activities. Splashing around the heated pool, enjoying the bar, breathing deep of the night air. How long have they been doing that? Every day just… background fillers. Extras in this horror story.

“Did it ever get easier?” Danica asked. “Any of it? Knowing he was with someone else?”

“It ebbed and flowed.” Ronnie said. “When I first got here, I was resentful as shit, just like all of y’all were. And justifiably so, I’d say. I was barely older than Mallory then, I had just started figuring things out, I was madly in love with Michael, and then - zap.” Ronnie stopped for a while, but Danica didn’t press her. “Anyway, when I was made into staff that made it ten times worse, naturally. There would be times when I’d be working, locked in my own head while they had me singing or giving massages or whatever, and I’d just be furious thinking of some other woman touching Michael. I had no real way of knowing he was with someone, but I figured Michael was too good a guy to end up alone.”

“God that must have driven you crazy.”

“It came close. Real close.” Ronnie shivered in the bathrobe, even though the evening was still rather warm.. “I had to make some kinda peace with it or it would have.”

“But how though? That’s where I’m at.”

“I just had to believe that Michael was too good a guy to end up with someone bad for him. I made myself believe that he was with someone caring and kind, who would treat him as well as I would have.”

“I can’t say I lived up to that.” Danica admitted.

“I can’t promise I woulda lived up to it either.” Ronnie admitted. “People change. I saw enough marriages through this show that I could tell you, they’re all a struggle in one way or another.”

“How many survived the show?” Danica looked around the balcony again. How many ended right here? Right on this spot?

“We never knew how the harems acted when they got out, but it was damn obvious none of those relationships were gonna be the same as before.”

Danica snorted. “Yeah, how will I look at him the same after he has sex with my daughter.” I could barely look at them an hour ago before anything else happened.

“It’s not about the sex.” Ronnie said softly. “It’s about the power. That’s what I was worried about back at dinner, and what’s been stressing me since the day I saw he was the new master. …or Boss or whatever.”

“You said you had faith in him, Ronnie. That he was a good man.”

“I did say that and I do have faith in him, but think about it. You heard him lay out all his fantasies. For his employees, his friends, his family, even some poor prizefighter who never even met the guy. I don’t fault him for that, people got imaginations. They were just idle thoughts. But, he could never act on them.”

“And now he can.”

“Now he can.” Ronnie nodded. “And those are just his normal thoughts, what if they change him? Like they changed you? Girl, you know how flushed you look? Hand to God, right now, if you could head back in there and watch those two fuck, would you? You know I won’t stop you, be my guest.”

Danica practically panted at the mere suggestion. Watch… Michael and Mallory? Now… Her eyes started to roll back in her head and she once again clutched the railing of the balcony for support. She felt Ronnie gently pull her other hand away from the crotch of her sweat pants, and she blushed furiously. I didn’t even notice it drifting down there…

“I think there’s my answer.” Ronnie said. “That’s how the Hotel breaks through people’s defenses.”

“What are we gonna do about this?” Danica voice quavered, from fear and from need.

“I think you and I have the best chance at getting through to him.” Ronnie said. “We need to keep him grounded. Remind him that he’s a good man, no matter what they try to push him into.”

“How am I supposed to help with that…? You just saw how I react to even the hint-”

“Just with Mallory.” Ronnie said. “You only feel that way about Mallory, right? Right. So he’s got his plan to get the women to 100 points-”

“I thought that was our plan?”

“Michael’s going to try to save everyone, and I sure as shit hope he can. But I’m a little more pragmatic about our chances, and…” Ronnie paused. “and I want that wish.”

“What are you gonna do with it?”

“I’ll keep that to myself for now.” Ronnie shied back slightly, then pushed the subject back to the game. “But on point here, that’s Michael’s plan. I worry that the more he thinks he’s doing it for our own good, the more he’ll feel that he needs to… let loose. Nothing more dangerous than good intentions.”

Danica shuddered. My own feelings about Mallory feel like good intentions…

“I still don’t know if I’m the best ally in this, Ronnie.”

“I think you are. Wanna know why? Because I offered to let you go watch those two just now, and you’re still here. Even though you looked like you would slam through the wall like a cartoon character for the chance, you didn’t. You’re made of strong stuff.” Ronnie gently placed her hand in the small of Danica’s back. As charged as she was, Danica trembled at even the light touch. “Maybe we just need to re-direct your energies a bit.”

“...Me?” Danica said, surprised at the sudden affection.

“Yeah, you.” Ronnie smiled. “That night I offered to help you out, save you from elimination? I was still jealous of you, but I can’t pretend that was all I was feeling. You’re kinda cute - for your age.” Ronnie winked and gave Danica’s ample ass a pinch, making the woman blush all over again. “Come on, we both need a little relaxation after all this drama.” Ronnie took Danica by the hand and led her through the doors back into the suite.

“But Mallory, she asked us to stay…” Before they’d made it halfway to the elevators, they heard Mallory screaming from the bedroom, a long cry of abject, unbridled, mind-blowing pleasure.

“Yeah, she’ll be just fine.” Ronnie quickly shifted her grip from a gentle grasp of Danica’s hand to a two-handed hold on her wrist, as Danica being drawn directly towards the bedroom doors as if called by a Siren.

“Just one look, that’s all. I swear!” I just have to know she’s ok. Right? That’s what this is - checking on her wellbeing. I’m not gonna watch!

“You sound like Mallory right now, cut it out!” Ronnie had to move around in front of and lower her frame to get leverage on Danica to stop her progress and shove her backwards. The heels did not make this easy. It took some doing, but Ronnie was eventually able to wrangle Danica across the room and toss her bodily into the elevator. She propped Danica up against the wall and smacked the panel to get the car moving. Once the doors closed and the sound was cut off, Danica slumped to the floor, her whole body heaving with deep, **** breaths. When her hand dove down her waistband this time, Ronnie didn’t bother trying to pull it free.

“I just… I can’t…” Danica said, looking apologetically up at Ronnie as she frantically stroked herself. This is the most shameful thing I’ve ever done. She thought, but she wasn’t shamed enough to pull her fingers out from her pussy.

“I know. Seriously, I’m the one who knows the most.” Ronnie repeated. “Up with you.” She took Danica’s hand, wisely choosing the one that hadn’t been down her panties twice in the last few minutes, and hauled her to her feet. The doors opened onto a floor Danica hadn't explored, as she wasn’t keen on learning any more about this place than was absolutely necessary.

Ronnie helped her down the hall and through a door on the left side. Many scents permeated the air, most prominently lavender but every move through the room seemed to offer a different but equally pleasing sensation. Most importantly, it was the first place in the hotel where she couldn’t smell any smoke.

“Is this a spa?” Danica asked the first thing she could think of, then felt stupid as the answer was pretty obvious. There’s a massage table dead center of the room, you horny freak!

“Of course it is, what kind of hotel wouldn’t have a spa?”

“I dunno, I figured it would be a sex dungeon.”

“They got a couple of those, different floor though.” Ronnie shrugged. “Though the creative can find it anywhere.”

“Offff course.” Danica said. Why does that make me feel more aroused? Danica suddenly clocked the lack of staff. “I figured we’d have been approached by someone desperately trying to get our pants off by now. Where is everyone?”

“This place is usually by appointment, but I knew it would be empty.” There was bassy R&B playing through the room’s sound system, and Ronnie moved to try to switch it.

“Damnnit, every track is Barry White.” Ronnie said, as Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe played through the speakers. She turned it down as low as it would go, but it brought the lights down as well, leaving the sensual vibe even stronger. “We need to get you out of that frame of mind.”

Thought what I really need is upstairs… Damn it! Stop!

“If the staff is off, then who’s going to… oh.” Danica put it together.

“Yeah, like I told you upstairs, I used to be a masseuse in one of the hotels.” Ronnie said. “I can bring her up now. She has some talented hands but… she’s rather vigorous.”

Danica finally pulled her hand free from her soaking wet panties and marshaled what remained of her higher brain functions to consider the offer here. If Ronnie wasn’t physically standing between me and the door, I’d probably make a run for Michael’s suite. But that’s exactly the impulse I should not be indulging right now. Danica had spent many nights in the ER trying to remain rational in the face of runaway emotions, and Ronnie had given her just enough of a finger hold on them to try again. She closed her eyes, **** herself to drop all the images of Michael plowing Mallory from her head, and tried to focus on the now. When she opened them, she tried to appraise Ronnie with fresh eyes.

Ronnie noticed her hesitation, suddenly looking very unsure of herself. “Look, it was just a thought. If that’s not for you, then-”

“It is.” Danica cut her off. “I’ve had a real hard time getting my head around you in general, Ronnie. I just… when I found out that you’d fucked him, I lost myself in jealousy. Got kicked out of Michael’s room. Almost lost everything.” Ronnie nodded but didn’t interrupt. “And that was all I was able to see when I looked at you, you’re younger than me - everyone is younger than me - and you had him first. But that’s my shit to deal with, not yours.” Danica pulled her into a hug, wiping tears from her eyes as she did.. “I spit in your face when you tried to save me, and that was wrong. I didn’t come to you after I found out about your mom and that was wrong too. Even when you were jealous, you were able to look past it and I wasn’t.”

Danica broke the hug and cupped Ronnie’s face softly.

“You’re made of strong stuff too, and I’d be proud to call you family.” Danica said. She gave Ronnie a small peck on the lips, and the shorter woman gave a sharp intake of breath as Danica did. “And I doubt anyone’s said this to you in a long time, but you have really gorgeous eyes.” Danica said. Ronnie’s lovely brown eyes slightly filled with tears of her own, and she grabbed Danica and pulled her into a tighter hug.

“You’re right,” Ronnie said, looking up from between Danica’s enhanced breasts. “No one has said that to me in a very long time.”

“Well, you’ve got killer dancer’s legs, so it's hard enough for guys to get their eyes high enough to notice.” Danica laughed as she gestured to her own bombshell figure. “Now I’ve got a similar problem.”

“Doesn’t feel like a problem from where I’m standing.” Ronnie giggled. The two continued to embrace for a long while, pouring a tremendous amount of pent-up emotion into the hug. Years worth, in both cases. It was Ronnie who ‘broke’ first, pinching Danica’s butt again and looking up.

“So, quit stallin’.” Ronnie winked again. “You want me to call up the massage personality or what?”

Danica winked right back. “Do your worst.”

Ronnie stepped back and closed her eyes, and Danica waited nervously while she searched her memory. I talked tough… but what exactly does vigorous mean...? Danica noticed Ronnie’s hands flexing, as if stretching out the muscles. Finally, her fists clenched hard, digging her nails into her palm so hard that Danica thought she should say something. But then Ronnie’s eyes slowly opened back up. They’re even more intense. I didn’t think that was possible. That’s more than Vivian. Or Ruby.

“Ronnie?” Danica asked delicately. Ronnie looked at the clock on the wall, then spun on a high heel and clomped over to a towel rack without a look back. Ronnie casually shrugged off the hotel robe and hung it on a hook - unashamedly giving Danica another full view of her body This time, Danica did not shy away. It’s not just her eyes that are gorgeous. Danica suddenly had a bit more sympathy for the poor men who couldn’t make eye contact, as her own eyes were drawn to Ronnie’s strong curves. She’s so… young. And toned. And… fuck. Danica licked her lips and her skin flushed. Ronnie grabbed a white towel from the top of the rack and began spinning in circles with one arm, twisting it up. “Ronnie?” Danica asked again, with a little concern in her voice. I don’t know if this was the best idea.

CRACK

Without even looking, Ronnie suddenly whipped the towel around, causing it to curl around Danica’s hip and smack her on the backside.

“You’re after hours. You haven’t brought chips to give me a tip. And most importantly, you’re still dressed.” Ronnie said, pivoting on her high heel and smiling maniacally.

“Oh wait… I need to be-” CRACK “Ow! Ok! Ok!” Danica stepped back slightly, hopefully taking her out of Ronnie’s range, but Ronnie stepped forward again. Danica tried it one more time, but her butt hit the massage table in the center of the room. Danica pulled up her night shirt, but as she pulled it over her head, Ronnie landed another crack on her bare left nipple. “Ow! I’m getting undressed, why are you still doing that?”

“Because, Danica, I’m here to make you feel good.” Ronnie said, her voice sounded a full octave lower in this persona. “I saw you with Michael on your date, I know what makes you feel good.”

CRACK “Ow! That doesn’t feel good, that hurts!”

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Ronnie said, cocking her head at the challenge. Danica opened her mouth to speak… but didn’t. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t. “I didn’t think so.” Ronnie said, landing another slap on Danica as she approached like a predator. “You’re the big shot all day at the hospital, Doctor. So when you come home, you don’t want to make those decisions. Slip off those pajama bottoms and climb on the table, then we’ll get started.”

Danica hurried to comply, but Ronnie took the opportunity provided when Danica bent over to get out of the PJs and landed another two towel whips on her booty.

“You are alarmingly good at that.” Danica yelped with each one, covering herself with her hands in the semi-futile hopes of deflecting any incoming blow. To her surprise, Ronnie calmly unwound the towel and lay it on the massage table, then gestured for Danica to climb on. “Oh…” Danica said, hopping onto the table. She debated for a second whether to lie face up or down, but considering “Ronnie’s” current disposition she thought it best to expose her less sensitive backside. Danica placed her face through the hole in the table, and waited obediently.

She felt Ronnie place a firm and commanding hand on the back of her neck, Danica’s nerve endings tingled at the touch.

“What do you want right now, Danica?”

“Is… is that a trick question?” Danica asked. “...A massage?”

“But why? What’s your goal?”

“Uh… to relax?” Danica continued. “To get my mind off… Michael and Mallory upstairs… Together, intimately… I’ll bet by now she’s recovering from her climax and she’s getting ready for another-OW!” Ronnie dug her nails into Danica’s back, and the pain snapped her back.

“Focus. Your goal is to relax. Not to go intervene upstairs. Right?”

“Yes! Yes! Ow!” Danica said, and Ronnie released her grip. Danica relaxed for a second from the release of pain, but it was soon replaced by another. Ronnie spanked down hard on Danica’s backside, striking the X with her palm. The pain from it washed over her quickly, but following close behind was a slower, deeper wave of relief and contentment. Like a low thunder after a bolt of lightning. Danica exhaled out, feeling as if she was pushing all the stress from her body. Ronnie hit her again, but it didn’t feel like discipline, instead it felt like help. Like each one was a push in the right direction.

Ronnie continued to spank Danica until the woman was nearly an incoherent mass of serenity.

Stay on Task! +3

“How do you feel now?” Ronnie asked.

“Much better… Thank you…”

“I haven’t even started yet.” Ronnie whispered. She climbed onto the table, swinging her leg over as if mounting a horse. She straddled Danica’s lower back and sat on Danica’s backside. Danica moaned as she felt the heat between Ronnie’s legs against her bare skin. I’ve never been with a woman before. Danica thought. I’ve barely even thought about it. She struggled with this for a moment. But not very hard. …What was I missing? She smirked as Ronnie’s hands found her shoulders and began driving pressure into the tight, stressed muscles with powerful thumbs.

“Ohhhhh… my…” Danica whimpered as Ronnie’s hands worked their way across her body. She worried that she might melt into a puddle and drip right off the table at this pace. Every single point of tension, every knot, every sore joint, every compressed vertebrae… Ronnie found them all and left them feeling better than new.

But that wasn’t all. As Ronnie worked, Danica felt the furnace in her own loins burning hotter and hotter.

“What are you doing to me…” Danica slurred, drunk with pleasure.

“Aligning your chakras,” Ronnie said. “I’m sure you’re feeling it.”

“I am…” Danica had a goofy coworker once try to sell her on the virtue of a spiritual massage - Align your chakras, unblock your energy flow… The second the woman had walked away, Danica had rolled her eyes. It had all sounded like California nonsense, but right now Danica realized that woman was a goddamn prophet. Ronnie slid her way down onto Danica’s thighs, and each finger that touched her lower back felt as though it was caressing the most sensitive and erotic part of her body.

“How do you feel now?” Ronnie repeated.

“I… have… never… been more turned on in my life.” Danica confessed.

Ronnie scooted up and lay forward onto Danica’s back. She felt Ronnie’s breasts press into her back, and a jolt of energy ran through her own. Ronnie breathlessly whispered in her ear.

“Neither have I.” Ronnie licked the back of Danica’s ear, and she nearly climaxed on the spot. “Stand up.” Ronnie slid aside to let Danica get to her feet, though she could barely stand. “Now, put your hands on me and do what I tell you.” Ronnie said.

“O-ok.” Danica said, a little disappointment in her voice. Ronnie picked up on it immediately.

“Trust me.” Ronnie said, then laid face down just as Danica had done. “Put your hands on my traps and push down and in - towards my spine, just below the top of the ribcage.” Danica’s hands were shaking with need. I’d give anything to touch myself right now. ANYTHING. But she obeyed.

And she was soon very glad that she had. The pressure she placed on Ronnie’s back was returned to her, doubled. That fucking magic! Ruby’s voice echoed in her mind. “You’ll cum twice as intensely as your lovers now! The more you give, the more you’ll receive.” She was fucking RIGHT. Danica instantly promised that she would chase Michael down to suck his cock the first chance this competition offered. But with a gorgeous woman at hand…

“Mmmmmm” Ronnie moaned under the table. “Oh FUCK!” Danica yelled simultaneously..

“Told ya.” Ronnie said. Danica’s skepticism evaporated under the blazing heat of her lust. A more rational Danica would have marveled at the fact that she’d studied the human form for half her life, and touched countless people in the line of her work, never coming close to this level of connection. But all she could think about now was to do exactly what Ronnie said so they could both feel amazing. Stroke this, pressure there, rub here, both women lost themselves in the hedonistic touch.

“Ohhh ohhhh ohhwaahghh!” Danica babbled and flopped forward onto Ronnie as she finally reached her climax, quivering with pleasure and leaving a trail of drool along Ronnie’s back. She eventually slid down and fell on her butt on the floor, which jolted her back to reality. But only slightly. Ronnie lay on her side on the table, with her head on her hand, smiling down at Danica.

“How much of that was the hotel persona?” Danica asked between panting breaths.

“Less than you’d think.” Ronnie said cheekily. “As soon as I saw the voters give you that magic, I wanted a taste. Now get back up here, you’re not done yet.”

“I’m not…But…” Danica protested verbally, but when Ronnie offered a hand to help her onto her knees, she didn’t resist it. Ronnie slid off the table and joined Danica on the floor, laying down slowly and pulling Danica with her, until Danica’s head rest on Ronnie’s thigh, inches from her pussy lips. “I’ve never done this.” Danica said.

“Neither had I, before I came to the hotel. But I always kinda wanted to.”

“...I kinda did too.”

“Then don’t worry about it.” Ronnie said with a soft stroke of her cheek. “You’ll know what to do. I think you’ll find it easier than most, actually.”

Danica planted a small, delicate kiss on Ronnie’s clit. Both women cooed as she did so. Danica rolled over to position herself between Ronnie’s legs, and then she was off to the races. Danica’s tongue was unpracticed, but she was so frenzied with lust from the combined effects of her transformations that it didn’t matter. And Ronnie squirmed with pleasure on the carpet as Danica pleasured the both of them simultaneously.

Ronnie gripped two fistfuls of Danica’s hair and screamed out as she reached her own climax, thrusting her hips into Danica’s face as the pleasure rocketed through her. Danica collapsed into exhaustion when Ronnie let go, as the she’d had at least three more herself. The pair lay semiconscious on the floor of the spa, looking up into the patterns being projected onto the ceiling.

“Have your energies been re-directed?” Ronnie laughed.

“If I had any left, yes.” Danica gasped. “But if I need more re-direction…”

“Anytime.”

Danica reached down and interlaced her fingers with Ronnie’s, and scooted up until her head rest on Ronnie’s shoulder. She was asleep in seconds.

Reaching Out, Touching Me, Touching You +7
Massaging Out the Kinks +3