increasingly eager hands

Janette looked at Victor's body on the table. His chest and stomach were hairy, and she couldn't tell, as the hair moved downward toward the edge of the sheet, whether she was seeing normal body hair ... or possibly pubic hair. While considering this, she thought she saw the sheet twitch.

"Why is that ..." she started, but then realized. Victor was getting an erection under the sheet, and it was making the sheet move. "Are you ...?"

Victor nodded. "Unless you thought I was gay, you should probably have guessed, right?"

Janette had tried to imagine this massage going a different way, but it was becoming increasingly clear what was in store. This was going to be a sexual massage, Janette was stuck in the room for another (she checked the clock) twelve minutes. Either she had to give up and face whatever downfall came of this -- or accept the moment and do what she'd only ever seen in porn.

She put a hand on top of the sheet, touching his dick through the cotton. Victor immediately got excited, and Jan could feel him pulsing and growing in her hand.

"Oh, wow! You came around quick!"

Jane glared at him. "Hopefully you don't come this quick." She laughed at her own joke. "Or maybe hopefully you do!" She squeezed him through the sheet, stroking him a bit, and jerking his cock for him. "Is this the massage you wanted?"

Victor wiggled a little and nodded. "Oh, you're going to do great today."

Jan shifted her weight, and as she did, her breasts swayed a bit. Victor watched, blissfully taken in by Jan's sexy body and active hands. She pushed the sheet further away, and soon had Victor's cock in her bare hand.

"Oil?" he asked.

Jan looked to the shelf on the side, and squeezed a bit of oil into her palm. She went back to Victor, and rather nonchalantly continued jerking his dick. It stiffened quickly, and Jan thought that if she increased her speed, she might get him off even faster. But for now, she just maintained a steady rhythm.

Victor was clearly enjoying this. His breathing got heavier and his eyes fluttered closed. He slowly reached a hand up and squeezed Jan's boobs again. His fingers trickled down her body, across her stomach, and to her panties.

"Now wait, isn't that a step too far?" said Jan.

"I don't know what you mean," said Victor lazily. His fingers poked at her panties, touching her inner thighs, and teasing the edge of the material around her pubic region.

Jan sighed. "That. Look, I'm doing my job here, you can just sit back and wait until it's over."

Victor snickered. "Nah. We'll do better here if I get a bit more involved." Jan didn't understand what that meant. How could they 'do better'? Nevertheless, Victor continued touching Jan's legs and thighs, and fingered her pussy through the material of her panties. She took a breath as if she was going to say something, and then stopped. Victor tucked a finger into the top of her panties, touching her bush with the back of his hand. Then, rather swiftly, he reached up with both hands and pulled her panties down about six inches, giving him clearer access to her vagina.

As he rubbed her clit, Jan started to lose a bit of focus herself, and kind of fell into the moment with him. She continued jerking his cock as he fingered her pussy. He poked one finger inside, then a second.

"I really don't know if ..." Jan began.

Victor interrupted her. "Ideally, we finish the massage right as the clock reaches zero. There's kind of a prize or acknowledgment of sorts for whoever comes closest to zero."

Jan's eyes came back into focus for a moment, and she looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Whoever comes closest to zero is considered sort of a winner."

"Comes closest to zero?" Jane repeated.

"Yeah."

"I don't understand."

"Comes. Whoever comes. Whoever manages to come, closest to when the clock hits zero."

Jan suddenly realized what he was talking about. "You mean -- come, like, at the end of sex, when you come?"

Victor laughed. "Of course!"

"How do they know?" asked Jan.

Victor pointed up above the clock, and for the first time, Jan saw -- there, bolted to the wall, was a small camera, and it was pointed directly at the massage table.