Apollo and the man get closer...much closer.

Whatever part of Apollo was throwing up red flags seemed less and less important by the minute, and rather than listen to it, he instead leaned forward, purposefully allowing the majority of his breasts to rise out of the mud for the man's pleasure. "I didn't know this was a fun spa." Apollo's pouty lips were curved into an inviting smile, his eyes almost predatory when looking at the handsome man sharing the tub with him,

"It's not something they advertise," the man said as he drew closer, casually kissing Apollo on the lips. An hour or two ago, something like that would have shocked and appalled him. Now, it was just a tease towards what he wanted. It was only a brief exchange of lips, and he continued, "This is your first time then? Good. You know they won't be back to check on us for another hour, or even more if we request it? They're very...discreet." Then he drew forward even more, his erection pressing up against Apollo's leg, and they started kissing in earnest. There was nothing romantic in it: they let passion rule their bodies and came as close as possible, making out so hard that it seemed as though they wouldn't be satisfied until they occupied the same space.

When they finally came up for air, so to speak, the man rubbing one of Apollo's breasts while Apollo stroked his cock, feeling it's shape and size with satisfaction, Apollo started to say, "My name is A-" But the man put a finger to his lips, and he understood: no names. There was no need for them here. Instead, Apollo smiled out of pure delight and leaned against the wall, opening his legs for the stranger. "Fuck me." It was an invitation the man couldn't deny, and as he filled Apollo up the entire world fell into place. Right then, at that moment, there was no Apollo Justice. That person had disappeared in the Wright Anything Agency hours ago. No, she was April May, and she was here to fuck. After they enjoyed themselves for a while as they were, April decided to change it up. "Back off," she whispered, her voice full of lust, and while it was almost physically painful to be empty after truly knowing what it was like to be full, it was worth it so she could turn around and bend over, presenting her bubble butt to the man.

Whoever this guy was, he didn't have to be told twice. Before April knew it, she was full once again with the man's dirty hands holding onto and squeezing her mud-covered ass. "I've gotta say," he said between thrusts, "You're quite the slut, even for this place." Even as she heard the words, April knew it was true. She was a slut, and she loved it. The two fucked more after that for quite a while, changing positions or backing off as needed, until eventually the man came all over April's face. She almost laughed as it happened: an actual facial, and in a spa! Of course, once he had cum, the man couldn't leave fast enough. Typical. April looked back at her own previous life as Apollo with scorn. Men were so easy to charm, so easy to take.