Chapter 2: Vic reports to work
After showing and getting ready, Vic dressed professionally and headed to report to her new job.
Vic entered the reception area. She approached the desk, taking in the woman who sat there. She wasn't entirely sure, but she thought that the woman might be braless. The woman's scrubs were cinched tightly around her waist, accentuating her flat stomach and her ample curves. Oddly, there was a zipper on the front of the scrubs.
Vic couldn't help but feel a little pang of envy. She wished she had the confidence to walk around without a bra, letting her own tits hang free like that.
"Can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice soft and friendly.
Vic swallowed nervously, trying to compose herself. "Yes, I'm Vic.
I'm starting here today as a masseuse," Vic said, smiling at the receptionist.
"Oh, great! I'm Marge, the other masseuse here," the woman replied, extending a hand.
Vic shook it, noticing the callouses on Marge's palm. "Nice to meet you," she said.
"Likewise," Marge replied, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "So, tell me a little bit about yourself, Vic. What brings you to massage therapy?"
Vic hesitated for a moment before answering.
She wasn't entirely sure how to explain her motivations for becoming a masseuse, especially given her recent experiences with Jim.
"I guess I've always been drawn to the therapeutic aspects of massage," Vic began hesitantly. "I find it really satisfying to help people relax and feel better. Plus, with my background in health and fitness, it seemed like a natural fit."
Marge nodded sympathetically, a frown creasing her brow. "I understand that, Vic. It's great that you're pursuing something that you love.
We could all use a little more joy in our lives, especially these days," Marge said, her voice warm and soothing.
Vic couldn't help but feel grateful for Marge's kind words. She didn't know much about her new co-worker, but she could already tell that she was a kind and compassionate person.
"Thank you, Marge. I really appreciate that. I'm excited to learn from you and hopefully bring some of that joy to my clients," Vic replied, her voice earnest.
Marge nodded, her eyes shining with pride.
Marge said, "It makes me proud to go above and beyond for our clients." Vic couldn't be sure but Marge's nipples seemed to stiffen and she felt hers do so as well in sympathy. Marge looked her up and down, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Well, we can't have you meeting your first client in those clothes, now can we? Let me show you the locker room so you can change into your uniform."
Vic felt a frisson of excitement and nervousness as she followed Marge through a door at the back of the reception area. The locker room was small but functional, with rows of lockers along one wall and a bank of sinks and showers on the other.
Marge gestured to a row of lockers near the back. "These are your lockers, Vic. You can keep your personal belongings in there while you're working. And over there is the uniform rack."
Vic crossed the room to the rack and looked at the uniforms hanging there.
As she was examining the different sizes, she heard the door to the locker room open behind her. She turned to see a young redhead with freckles walk in, wearing only her scrub top, which was unzipped and displaying a smaller pair of floppy tits completely exposed. Vic noticed in shock that there appeared to be cum on her chest.
"Hi Marge, who is this?" the redhead asked, oblivious to her state of undress. Marge turned to look at the new arrival, and she smiles knowingly.
Marge looks at the cum on her chest and asks, "Jack?"
The redhead says, "Don't you know it," while rolling her eyes and smiling. She turns to Vic and offers her hand and says, "Hi! I'm Cera." Vic takes it and realizes that it has cum on it as well.
Vic says hesitantly, "Hi.. I'm Victoria... Vic... I mean, people call me Vic."
Marge sees Vic's discomfort and says, "Don't mind Cera. She's a wild one."
Marge chuckled. "You'll have to forgive Cera. She's always been a bit...forward."
Cera just shrugged and grinned, not seeming to mind her state of undress in front of Vic. In fact, she seemed to be sizing Vic up, her gaze lingering on Vic's chest before meeting her eyes again. "I think you're going to do very well here," she said, a suggestive tone in her voice.
Vic felt a blush creep up her cheeks as Cera looked her up and down, noticing how her nipples had hardened under the other woman's gaze. She quickly averted her eyes, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement.
Marge must have noticed her discomfort because she gave Cera a stern look before turning back to Vic. "Don't mind Cera," she said, her voice softening.
"She's always been a bit...unconventional. But she's a great masseuse and a good person to work with."
Vic couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as she watched Cera strip off her scrub top and head towards the showers. She couldn't deny that there was something alluring about the other woman's confidence and boldness, but she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable at the thought of being naked around her.
Marge, on the other hand, seemed to be watching Cera with a mixture of fascination and desire. Vic couldn't help but notice the way her eyes were glued to Cera's body, her gaze lingering on her curves and curves.
Vic felt a strange pang of jealousy as she watched Marge stare at Cera.
She quickly shook the thought from her head and turned her attention back to Marge.
Marge interrupted Vic's thoughts and reached to the rack. She pulls down a set of scrubs and says, "Unfortunately, I don't think you are going to be an easy fit," all the while staring at Vic's breasts. Vic's nipples were hardened points displaying themselves prominently, even through her bra and blouse. She was obviously turned on and the embarrassment made it even more intense.
Vic felt a rush of heat to her cheeks as she realized that Marge had been staring at her chest. She quickly looked down, feeling self-conscious about the way her body was reacting to the other woman's gaze.
"Here you go," Marge said, holding out the scrubs towards Vic. "You can change in the locker room over there.
I'll be waiting for you in the massage room," Marge said, gesturing to a door at the far end of the locker room.
Vic nodded, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement as she walked towards the locker room. She hadn't anticipated having to strip down in front of anyone else, let alone a complete stranger. But she knew that if she wanted to succeed in this new job, she would have to put aside her inhibitions.
She quickly changed into her uniform, pulling the scrubs over her head and zipping them up. She tugged on the shorts, making sure they were comfortable, and then grabbed her sandals from the bench. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the locker room, trying to walk with confidence as she headed towards the massage room.
As she approached the door, she could hear the sound of music coming from inside.
The tightness of her scrub top was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and she found herself fidgeting with the fabric in an attempt to relieve the pressure on her chest.
Her nipples had become erect, and she felt every movement of her body acutely. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and pushed open the door to the massage room.
Inside, the room was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the shelves and a soft, sensual tune playing in the background. Marge was lying on a table, her eyes closed, nude, with a look of bliss on her face.
Vic felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach as she approached the table. She had never given a massage to a naked woman before, let alone someone she had just met. But she knew that this was part of the job, and she was determined to do her best.
Marge opened her eyes and smiled at Vic, her gaze warm and inviting. "Why don't we start with me?
We often give each other massages to make sure our skills are up to date."
Vic was surprised but realized that this may be part of being on probation. She nodded, trying to appear confident and professional. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea," she said, smiling back at Marge.
Marge motioned to a cabinet on the side and said, "You will find oil up there. Please make sure to warm it before touching my skin." As she spoke, Marge gently stroked her breast to accentuate the point.
Vic stammered, "O-okay." She couldn't help but feel a rush of heat to her cheeks as she watched Marge touch herself like that. It was so bold, so unapologetic, and Vic couldn't deny that it was turning her on.
She quickly turned away and went to the cabinet, rummaging through the shelves until she found a bottle of oil. She took a deep breath and willed herself to calm down, trying to focus on the task at hand.
When she turned back, she saw Marge was laying on her stomach. She said, "Let's start with my back."
Vic felt relief but also disappointment. She poured some oil into her hands, rubbing them together to warm it up before gently placing them on Marge's back.
Marge let out a soft sigh as Vic began to knead her muscles, working out the knots and tension that had built up over time. Vic couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched Marge relax under her touch.
As she worked, she found herself becoming more and more aware of Marge's body. The curve of her spine, the softness of her skin, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed under her fingers.
She felt a strange pull towards the other woman, a desire to touch her in ways that went beyond the professional boundaries of their job. She pushed the thought away, telling herself that she was being ridiculous.
But as she continued to massage Marge's back, she couldn't help but let her mind wander.
She thought about the way Marge's skin felt under her fingers, so smooth and warm. She thought about the curve of her spine, the way her muscles tensed and relaxed under her touch.
As she worked, she found herself becoming more and more aware of her own body. She felt the tightness of her bra, the way it constricted her breasts and made her nipples ache. She felt the roughness of the scrub top against her skin, how it chafed and irritated her sensitive flesh.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of frustration, a desire to strip off her clothes and feel the same freedom that Marge did. She wanted to be naked, to feel the cool air on her skin, to let her body breathe.
But she knew she couldn't do that. She was at work, in a professional setting.
She imagined what it would be like to touch her in more intimate ways, to explore her body in a way that went beyond the professional boundaries of their job. She imagined tracing her fingers over the curve of Marge's ass, slipping them between her legs to feel the warmth and wetness of her pussy. She imagined pressing her lips against Marge's, tasting the sweetness of her lips and feeling the softness of her tongue as they kissed.
Vic felt a shiver run down her spine as she imagined these things.
She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice Marge rolling over until it was too late.
Marge's beautiful body was on full display, her breasts bouncing slightly as she adjusted herself on the table.
Vic felt a sudden jolt of arousal as she took in the sight of Marge's naked form.
She couldn't help but stare, her eyes drawn to the curve of Marge's hips, the softness of her stomach, and the way her breasts moved as she breathed.
Marge smiled warmly at Vic, not seeming to notice the other woman's discomfort.
"You have a nice touch, Vic," she said, her voice soft and sultry. "But we have to attend to clients."
Vic felt a sudden wave of embarrassment as she realized that she had been caught staring.
Marge seemed to notice her discomfort and quickly sat up, gathering her clothes from the floor.
"Well, I should get dressed and let you get to work," she said, her voice warm and friendly.
Vic nodded, still feeling flustered and overwhelmed by the situation.
As Marge got dressed, she turned to Vic and said, "I'll send in your first client. I'm sure you will do great."
Vic felt a sudden rush of nerves as she realized that her first client would be arriving soon. She quickly gathered her thoughts and prepared herself for the task ahead.
Marge walked towards the door and opened it, just as a tall, muscular man walked in.
He looked to be in his late thirties, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes.
He was dressed in a suit and tie, looking every inch the successful businessman.
"Hi, I'm John Doe. I believe I have an appointment with Marge," he said, his voice deep and commanding.
Marge, who was still in the process of getting dressed, turned to Vic and said, "Vic, can you please take care of Mr. Doe? I'll be with him in a moment."
Vic nodded, feeling a sudden rush of nerves. She had never given a massage to a man before, and she couldn't help but feel a little intimidated by Mr. Doe's imposing presence.
But she knew that she couldn't let her nerves get the best of her. She was a professional, and she was determined to give Mr. Doe the best massage of his life.
"Of course, Marge. I'll take care of Mr. Doe," she said, smiling confidently at the man.
Marge left the room, closing the door behind her.
Vic took a deep breath and turned to Mr. Doe.
"So, what kind of massage would you like today?" she asked, trying to sound as professional as possible.
Mr. Doe looked at her with a sly smile.
"Well, I was hoping for a happy ending," he said, his voice low and suggestive.
Vic felt a rush of shock and disgust wash over her.
She couldn't believe that Mr. Doe had just asked for a sexual favor like that.
But she also knew that she couldn't just refuse him outright.
She had to be tactful and professional about it.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Doe, but I can't provide that kind of service," she said, her voice firm but polite.
John Doe looked at her, a flash of anger in his eyes, but Vic held her ground.
"I'm sorry if you were expecting something different, but I am a professional masseuse and I will not compromise my ethics for your pleasure," she continued.
The man sneered at her, but Vic could see that he was taken aback by her firm rejection.
He stood up from the table and began to put on his clothes, his movements jerky and angry.
"Fine, I'll take my business elsewhere," he muttered as he stormed out of the room.
Vic let out a sigh of relief, feeling proud of herself for standing up to him.
She knew that she had made the right decision, even if it meant losing a client.
She couldn't compromise her integrity for anyone, no matter how much money they were willing to pay.
Vic let out a sigh of relief as she closed the door to the massage room and leaned against it.
She felt shaken and disturbed by her encounter with John Doe.
She had never experienced anything like that before, and it had left her feeling vulnerable and unsure of herself.
She heard voices in the hall, and her heart began to race.
She knew it was her client, and she wondered what was happening.
She listened as the voices grew louder, and she heard Cera's voice say, "Don't worry, she's just new. Let me take care of you."
Vic felt a surge of panic.
What was Cera doing with her client?
And why was she offering to "take care" of him?
She pushed herself away from the door and went to investigate.
As she approached the reception area, she saw them briefly as they walked around the corner down the hall and was startled by Marge who whispered in her ear, "It's okay. Come with me."
Vic followed Marge down the hall, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about what was happening. She didn't know much about Marge, and she wasn't sure if she could trust her.
But at the same time, there was something about the other woman that drew her in. She was confident and bold, unafraid to take risks and push boundaries. And Vic couldn't help but feel drawn to that kind of energy.
Marge led her into a small room at the end of the hall. It was dimly lit, with candles flickering on the shelves and a soft, sensual tune playing in the background.
Marge motioned for Vic to sit in the Queen Anne chair facing the mirror. Surprised, Vic took a seat and looked at her reflection. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she wondered what Marge was up to.
Marge stood behind her, her hands resting on Vic's shoulders. "Shhh," she whispered, her breath hot against Vic's ear. "Just relax and let go."
Vic felt a shiver run down her spine as Marge's hands began to knead her shoulders. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the sensation, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
As Marge's hands moved down her arms, she felt a strange tingling sensation. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She opened her eyes and looked at her reflection, but she didn't see anything out of the ordinary. She was about to turn around and ask Marge what she meant, when suddenly, the lights went out.
Vic gasped and her heart skipped a beat as she was plunged into darkness. She could hear her own breathing, fast and shallow, as she tried to make sense of what was happening.
She reached out to her sides, trying to feel for something solid, but all she encountered was empty space. She couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face.
"Marge?" she called out, her voice trembling with fear. "What's going on?"
There was no answer. Vic strained her ears, trying to hear any sound that would give her a clue as to what was happening.
That's when she noticed it. A faint glow coming from the mirror in front of her. She squinted, trying to make out what it was.
It took a moment for her to realize that it wasn't a mirror, but a one-way glass looking into another massage room. The door of the room opened, and John Doe entered with Cera rubbing his shoulders following him.
But before she could gather her thoughts, she heard Cera's voice through a hidden speaker, saying, "Make yourself comfortable. We will start facedown."
Vic felt a sudden shock as she realized that she had been eavesdropping on their conversation.
She tried to move away from the glass, but her legs felt weak and unsteady. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the scene unfolding in front of her.
John Doe was now completely naked, he had an average body with a bit of a paunch illuminated by the flickering candlelight. However, when he turned to look in the mirror, Vic felt like he was staring into her soul. Her eyes drifted downwards to see his cock. And what a cock it was. Even limp, she could see it was already bigger than Jim's.
He climbed onto the massage table, lying on his stomach, and Vic felt a strange mixture of emotions wash over her. Part of her was repulsed by the man, while another part of her was strangely aroused by the sight of his bare body and that magnificent cock.
She felt a strange longing to reach out and touch him, to feel his warmth and weight in her hands.
Cera slipped back into the room and said, "Are you ready?" John grunted.
Vic's breath hitched as she watched Cera begin to massage John's back, her hands moving in slow, deliberate strokes. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second, and she couldn't believe what was happening to her. She had never felt this kind of desire before, not even for her own husband.
As if sensing her thoughts, Cera turned to look at Vic through the glass, her eyes blazing with an intensity that made Vic's heart race. She raised a finger to her lips, signaling for Vic to be quiet, and then turned back to John.
Vic realized that she had been grunting as she was rubbing her crotch and put her other hand over mouth to try and quiet things down.
Vic watched as Cera's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of John's ass.
The door opened again and Marge stepped in starting to rub on John's shoulders. Cera took this time to unzip her scrub top and take it off letting her tits fall free. She then topless resumed massaging John's quads and hamstrings moving down to his calves.
Marge took this time to remove not only her scrubs but also her shorts and resumed massaging John's shoulders. Vic watched in awe as Marge's bare skin was revealed. The other woman's body was toned and athletic, with curves in all the right places. She had large breasts, with dark, pointed nipples, and a trim waist that flared out into shapely hips.
Vic felt a rush of heat to her face as she watched Marge caress John's body. She couldn't help but feel a strange mix of envy and attraction. She had never seen a woman like Marge before, so confident and unashamed of her body.
Meanwhile, Vic couldn't help but continue to touch herself. She had never felt so out of control before. She unzipped her scrub top and ran her fingers over her nipple under her bra, feeling the hardness and sensitivity of it. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the chair, enjoying the sensation of her own touch.
She had never felt so alive, so connected to her own body. She let out a low moan as she felt her orgasm building, her hand moving faster and faster between her legs.
But just as she was about to climax, she heard a noise from the other room.
She opened her eyes and saw that John Doe had turned over onto his back, revealing his erect cock.
Cera was now straddling him, her breasts bouncing as she rode his face.
Marge was on the other side of the table, her mouth wrapped around his cock.
Vic felt a rush of heat to her face as she watched them. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She had never witnessed anything like this before.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as she watched them. She had never seen anything so raw, so unfiltered.
She could feel her own body responding to the scene before her, her heart racing, her breath quickening, and a heat building between her legs.
Vic felt a twinge of guilt, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She watched as John Doe's hands roamed over Cera's body, gripping her hips as she rode his face harder and faster. Marge stopped sucking his cock and mounted him facing Cera.
Marge started to bounce up and down on his cock with her tits swinging in glory.
Vic's mind raced with thoughts and desires. She had never felt so turned on before, and she didn't know what to do with herself. She looked down to see that her hand had somehow found its way into her pants, and she was rubbing herself furiously.
She couldn't believe what she was doing, but she couldn't stop either. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, moaning out loud as she reached her climax.
It was only when she opened her eyes again that she realized that Marge and Cera were staring at her through the glass, their expressions a mixture of surprise and amusement.
Vic felt a rush of embarrassment as she pulled her hand out of her pants and quickly stood up, trying to compose herself. But it was too late. Marge and Cera had already heard everything.
"Looks like someone is enjoying the show," Marge said to Cera with a smirk but Cera had other things on her mind as she ground her pussy into John's face. Vic felt a sudden wave of arousal wash over her as she watched Cera's reaction. She had never seen a woman lose control like that before, and it was exhilarating. She watched as Cera came all over John's face, and she felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
She had never seen anything like that before, and it was both exciting and disturbing. She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be in Cera's place, to have someone else's body respond to her touch.
Marge sank down on John's cock, quivering with delight as she felt him inside her. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan, feeling her orgasm building. She could feel John's hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust up into her.
Vic couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions. She was turned on by the sight of Marge and John, but she was also repulsed by the fact that they were using each other like that. She didn't understand how they could be so careless, so willing to throw away their dignity for a few moments of pleasure.
It made her feel sick, but at the same time, it excited her in a way she couldn't explain.
Marge slowly pulled herself away from John's chest, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Cera held her tightly, whispering comforting words in her ear.
"It's okay, Marge. You don't have to be afraid. You're strong and beautiful, and you deserve to feel good."
Marge looked up at Cera, her eyes filled with tears. She had never felt so vulnerable before, so exposed. But at the same time, she felt a strange sense of relief. She had never let herself experience pleasure like that before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"I don't know what came over me," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Cera smiled gently.
"Let me take care of that for you," she said, reaching out to take John's throbbing member in her hand. Marge watched with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension as Cera took him in her mouth.
Vic's eyes widened as she watched Cera's skilled tongue and lips work their magic on John's cock. She had never seen anything like it before. Cera's technique was mesmerizing, and Vic found herself becoming more and more aroused as she watched.
Vic couldn't take her eyes off the scene before her. She felt a strange mix of emotions - shock, arousal, and a sense of fascination.
To her utter shame, Vic suddenly realized that she was on her knees on the floor with her tits out and her hand in her wicked cunt. She was bowing to this stranger's superior cock from her side of the mirror. As she saw his cum spray out over Cera's chest, she imagined it was her being marked as a whore instead of Cera tipping her over into a giant orgasm.
As she recovered, she glanced up and saw Marge staring at her through the mirror with a smirk on her face. Vic's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly stood up, straightening out her clothes.
She couldn't believe what had just happened. She had just watched her co-worker have sex with a client, and then she had joined in after a fashion, masturbating while watching them.
It was disgusting, and she couldn't understand why she had let herself get caught up in it.
She hurried out of the room, not even bothering to say goodbye to Marge or Cera. She just wanted to get away from there as fast as she could.
Vic walked quickly, trying to put as much distance between herself and the spa as possible.
As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that weighed down on her shoulders. She felt like she had betrayed everything that she stood for, everything that she believed in.
She thought about her husband and her children, and she felt a deep sense of shame.
How could she have let herself get so carried away? How could she have betrayed the trust of the people who loved her?
She didn't have any answers, and she didn't know how to make things right.