The Ladies' Man

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

David sighed contentedly as he eased his fingers out of Genevieve’s orifices and recovered her totally flaccid body with the drape. He murmured a bit hoarsely from his oral efforts,

“You can rest now as long as you need, Gen, and I will be outside to show you out.”

She kept her eyes closed but replied in an equally fuzzy voice,

“What about you, David? You can f**k me if you want.”

He smiled at the unenthusiastic invitation, and replied,

“No, Gen, this is only about taking care of you, not me. Please try to just receive what I’ve been more than delighted to provide for you. And please don’t even think about tipping me or paying for tonight. This one is on the house and off the books, as I never even checked you in. Consider it my effort to even the score for you after Madeleine treated your poor bottom so unkindly.”

The tall blonde was deeply touched by this generosity, enough so that she actually felt a tear coursing down her lovely cheek. She fixed his gaze with her own equally striking blue eyes and declared,

“I’ll pay you back someday, David, in some way, for being so kind and understanding to me. And even more for refusing to use me for your own gratification even when I felt compelled to offer you the chance. Please stay here while I dress, since I feel so cared for by you that it is enormously comforting to have you nearby.”

She then threw off the drape and stood up, doing a pirouette while holding his gaze as if to offer a complete naked viewing as a reward. And indeed, seeing one of the most beautiful women in the world stark naked was quite a treat. As she slowly turned, David noticed that indeed her poor buttocks were quite reddened still, even after his ministrations. Clearly, a spanking from Madame Madeleine was a serious affair. His own rambunctious c**k immediately began to harden at the thought of this gorgeous body undergoing that treatment he remembered only too well from his five years alone with his Mother. He suspected Genevieve noticed the bulge in the crotch of the yoga pants that were his customary work attire. But she refrained from commenting as she climbed into her clothing with the infinite grace of a performer who is used to being watched. As he was holding the door for her to exit, she surprised our hero by throwing her arms around his neck. She enjoyed kissing him tenderly while hugging him fiercely enough to feel the length and hardness of his erection against her own belly. When she broke off the quite lovely kiss and embrace, she almost whispered,

“I really would love to play with that very promising c**k I felt down there someday. I’ve left my card with my cell number on it for you to call when you decide to let me pay you back, dear man.”

She then ostentatiously reached down with both hands to take hold of his genitals while watching his handsome face as she caressed them lasciviously until he moaned. Then she gave a short laugh and strode out the door with her usual grace and disappeared into the night.

Our hero headed home in something of a daze with all manner of conflicting thoughts running around in his fevered mind. On the one hand, he was as turned on as hell, and couldn’t wait to reach the privacy of his apartment. He was desperate to relieve his poor aching balls (which could still feel the knowing squeeze they got from Gen’s graceful hands). On the other, he felt the momentousness of having allowed a massage to eroticize. This was disappointing and worrisome to him. David knew he was something of a s****l addict (as the college friend he’d done shrooms with had gently pointed out) and had just broken a year’s hard-won sobriety. He didn’t think he was at risk of being caught, as there was no video surveillance at the Spa (since its clientele would never tolerate being recorded) and he couldn’t imagine Gen ratting him out.

But it did feel like he’d let himself down, if not his client too. Foregoing his fee and tip had been an instinctive act to let him feel less like a w***e since he had accepted no pay for her ‘happy ending’. Everyone in the field knew there were plenty of practitioners willing to offer male clients what was euphemistically termed a ‘manual release’. This was in order to earn a bigger tip if the client signaled interest either by asking or by getting an erection. Most who didn’t engage in this practice regarded it as nothing short of prostitution. It didn’t seem a hand job was qualitatively different from a blow job or allowing oneself to be fucked... But David did feel uncomfortably like he’d taken a perilous first step onto a very slippery (so to say...) slope. Regardless of how much he genuinely cared for Genevieve and how much he wanted to help her feel better after her spanking, he’d gone over the line. And that couldn’t be a good thing.

Our hero had not felt this turned on in over a year, and even though he was hungry his first order of business on getting home was to strip and masturbate. It took a lot shorter than usual for him to generate a copious spend into the tissues he generally used for such purposes. And his orgasm was much more intense than his usual self-administered climaxes. But what was noteworthy to our hero was that while he started out fantasizing about what he did to Gen, his mind rapidly morphed into imagining her being spanked by her martinet boss. And what finally got him off was a clear vision of the severe older beauty spanking his own rear end until he cried and came.

David passed a somewhat restless night. He dashed to the gym in the morning to get an extra hard workout in since he’d missed his usual evening yoga class in order to see Genevieve after hours the previous day. When he picked up his cell phone from his locker after his customary steam and shower, his heart skipped a beat when he saw a text message from an unknown sender. He opened it and felt sick as he read:

“I know what happened between you and Genevieve last night. My girls all tell me everything. You are to see me at the Spa after hours tonight just as you did her or I will have an unpleasant conversation with your boss and the State Board. Madame Madeleine”

Our hero’s heart sunk. He was well and truly f****d, and he knew it. The only thing he could hope for was that she might accept some other consequence from him rather than ratting him out and costing him his job and his license. He broke out in an immediate cold sweat, but continued on to work since cancelling his schedule (as he was inclined to) would only make matters worse. It took all of David’s martial arts trained concentration skills to not have any clients notice his preoccupation, but he pulled it off. He breathed a hefty sigh of relief when the front desk admin left and locked the Spa door as he awaited the intimidating Madame Madeleine’s imminent arrival.