Yes

Somehow, Jake was still up for it, despite the two intercourses from just a few hours before.

"Well, if you're up for it, I am too." He said.

Their hand on his hard cock, they answer together. "We can feel that."

They took off his pants and asked him to lay on the table. He walked to it and laid on his back. Mary and Lyn followed, while the first one started to massage his shoulders, the other one worked on his legs. They were amazing at their job, and he felt his muscles slowly relax. It wasn't at all sexual for a good while, it was almost professional if we omitted that he was completely naked on the table. Finally, both pair of hands reached his dick, and started massaging it. His eyes were closed, enjoying the feeling. He felt the wet sensation of a mouth taking his hard member and two tongues toying with it. It was absolutely amazing to conclude that spa session with a double-teamed fellatio. All his stress of his work, all the trouble brought by... uh... the girl he was taking care of, the sport girl... he forgot the name. Oh, well, it'll come back eventually.

Jake was too relaxed to bother, and when he finally nutted, it was like all his troubles left with his cum.

The young man opened his eyes and saw Mary and Lyn licking their lips.

"Did you..." "... enjoy it?"

"Yes, a lot, thank you!"

"Come back..." "... any time."

"I'll do!"

Jake picked up his clothes and left the spa. It wasn't time to go to bed, yet. Maybe he could stop at the bar.

Dominic was in front of a restaurant, but she couldn't find Jake. She didn't have her wallet with her, or anything else other than her clothes, and she was so hungry. She spotted a waiter, dressed with just black pants and a white collar with a tie, and tried to talk to him, but she couldn't make a sound. The blond girl was mute since the strange woman put her finger on her mouth. She really didn't want to mess with her, but she had no idea what kind of test she was supposed to pass.

Frustrated from her inability to communicate, she started to mime that she had no money and was hungry. Surprisingly, the man seemed to have understood what she said on the first try.

"If you don't have any money, you can work as a waitress, or in the kitchen, to pay for your food." He told her.

Dominic looked at the waitress, with just a mini-skirt, and stickers on their nipples. There was no way she would do that, and she couldn't cook if her life was on the line.

The man seemed to catch her reasoning. As he told her.

"There are less expensive restaurants that could let you eat for free, in the hotel."

But Dominic doesn't do charity, she can pay for a restaurant like that. If only she had her wallet. She flipped the finger to the man and left. Walking away, she strangely felt less energetic, less strong, and was taken by a strange new feeling, guilt. He offered her help and she just passed her anger on him.

"Oh, well, he'll recover..."

Dominic continued her search for Jake, but only found another restaurant. A cheaper one, selling fast food. It was terrible for her regime, but she needed to eat. She mimed again that she didn't have money at the counter, and he understood clearly what she meant.

"No, problem, wait a little bit, and we'll make you something."

She nodded, but groaned in her mind at how low she had gotten, to beg for food in a fast food. Jake was so fired.

After a while, she got a back with some french fries, a burger and a soda. She took the bag and left, to eat it in the corridor. It actually tasted quite good, but also so fat. She had the feeling that she was getting fatter with each bite, getting tight in her yoga pants, her fat ass bouncing with each step and her thighs stretching the fabric.

Finishing her fries, she thought that she would have to burn all that fat came to her mind, and, surprisingly, after a turn in the corridors, she found the gym of the hotel. So, she threw the paper bag in a trash can and walked in. The mirror showed her a reflection that shocked her. Her ass was definitively bigger and wider, not by a lot, but enough to make the yoga pants dig in her fat hip.

If she was able to, she would have screamed from the view.