The bait has to be tasty

And at that very moment, Lisa chuckled to herself.

Perfect, she thought triumphantly, whilst her face continued to wear Leonie’s gentle, professional expression. I’ve already got some really nice footage of Jan’s mum – the hidden camera in the relaxation room, the shower and the corridor has captured it all: how she fingered herself, how she watched, how her juices ran down her thigh. But maybe she’ll take the bait first and then go for more later.

She’d taken over this spa for six weeks from a woman who was currently on a luxury cruise – paid for by Lisa herself. The real owner had no idea what was really going on here. Lisa had found two well-paid models who’d staged the ‘mood-setting scenes’ at exactly the right moment when Mrs Berger was there. Everything had worked so damn well so far. The massage, the sounds, the view through the crack – Anna was already so aroused she could barely think straight.

But don’t put too much pressure on her now, Lisa warned herself. Slowly. Let her come to it herself. The bait has to be tempting.

Leonie smiled warmly and sympathetically, without showing even a hint of triumph.

“You don’t have to decide anything, Mrs Berger,” she said quietly and reassuringly. “The trial session is really just an offer. Free, discreet, completely non-binding. If you’d like, we can schedule it for next week – or even in two weeks’ time. I’m not pressuring you into anything. I know how… overwhelming all this must be for you right now.”

She stroked Anna’s forearm gently once more, then stood up slowly and deliberately gave her space.

Anna sat there, the towel half-slipped, her large, full breasts almost completely exposed, her nipples rock-hard. Between her thighs, her cunt throbbed so intensely that she could feel the pulsing right down into her stomach. The thick, dark bush was soaking wet; the juices had already left a small stain on the towel.

She swallowed hard, her full lips slightly parted. Her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper:

“I… I don’t know… I need to think about it.”

Leonie simply nodded kindly, without a trace of disappointment.

“Of course. Take all the time in the world. I’ll just leave the voucher for you at reception. You can ring anytime or just pop round. And until then… just enjoy the peace and quiet here.”

She turned and left the relaxation room with quiet steps.

Inside, behind the door, Lisa grinned broadly and pulled out her mobile. She opened the hidden app – the live feed from the relaxation room showed Anna pulling the towel tighter around herself with trembling fingers, but her hand still wandering briefly between her legs, just for a tiny, **** moment.

In the nights that followed, Anna could hardly rest.

The first night was the worst. She dreamed she was lying in the dark corridor again, only this time completely naked. The muscular young man wasn’t kneeling in front of the other woman – he was kneeling in front of her. Three thick fingers were buried deep in her dripping, hairy cunt, whilst Leonie stood behind her, kneading her heavy tits and twisting her hard nipples between her fingers. Anna came so hard that she moaned loudly in her sleep and woke up with wet thighs – her knickers were soaked through, the thick bush sticking to her skin.

The second night was even more intense. This time it was Leonie and Mia at the same time. Mia greedily licked her clit, whilst Leonie shoved two fingers up her arse and sucked her tits at the same time. Anna woke up drenched in sweat, her hand already between her legs, three fingers buried deep in her mature cunt. She had to finger herself to climax, until she came, trembling, her face buried in the pillow so that Sarah wouldn’t hear a thing.

The third night was the last straw. She dreamed she was lying on the massage table, completely exposed, whilst Leonie slowly slid a thick, vibrating rubber cock into her wet cunt, whispering: “That’s exactly what you need, Anna… just let yourself go.” She woke up as her body was already twitching in orgasm – a small gush of warm wetness had soaked the sheet beneath her.

The next morning, with the after-effects of the dreams still between her legs, Anna reached for the phone. Her voice trembled slightly as she called Leonie.

“Yes… I’d like the trial session. The… hysteria treatment.”