He pops.

"Tell me when, okay Mr. Hardy?"
"I'm..." he couldn't form the words, just nodded emphatically. Beth grabbed a towel from an end table, that she usually used for excess oil.
"Fuuuuck!!!" James shuddered all over, kicking his heels as ropes of cum spurted from his cock, landing on his stomach and dripping across her fingers as she milked him. She squeezed every drop out before wiping the spillage with the towel.

"There... Now don't you feel better?"
"Beth I feel 100% better..." his eyes were full of guilt, though. "But... you're...that wasn't..."
"Strictly business, Mr. Hardy." she tried to be nonchalant, though her face was probably as red as a beet.
"Yeah...s..strictly business...."
He excused himself to the bathroom, and Beth fell back against the wall, panting.
{if Shame > 49
}What the actual fuck was that?
J...just doing my job. {if Shame > 69
}
That is NOT your job!
Well,{else
}Besides... {endif
}it's a one time thing.
Yeah, he's never going to expect that again. Sure.
She realized her hands were still covered in his jizz. She cleaned them off with the same towel, though she had a brief, ridiculous thought of sticking her fingers in her mouth.
{elseif Shame > 29
}We giving happy endings, now? You're going to lose your damn license.
Oh, hush. It was a one time thing.
Oh, sure. Because he's never going to expect that again.
She realized her hands were still covered in his jizz. She cleaned them off with the same towel, though she had a brief, ridiculous thought of sticking her fingers in her mouth.
{else
}Beth looked down at the cum coating her fingers, and she couldn't resist a little taste. Mmm. Yummy.
Alright, slut. Clean yourself up before you lose your fucking license.{endif
}When Mr. Hardy came out of the bathroom, with pants and a shirt on, she was already packing her equipment, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
"Are you free for a session tomorrow?"
"I'm off Saturday, Mr. Hardy. I'm sorry." She and Brian had a few wedding things to do as well.
"I can make it worth your while." He handed her the money for the session... and an extra $50. "For going above and beyond." He said when she held up the fifty.
"I...I'll see if I can swing it..."
"Any time of the day you have, I'm flexible..."
{if Shame < 50
} So am I{if Shame < 30
}, Mr. Hottie.{else
}-.-{endif
}{else
}Beth swallowed hard. Ok. Time to GO!
{endif
}