Chapter 86 Erotic Massage
Chapter 86 Erotic Massage
The image slammed into Victoria's mind like a ton of bricks, sending a buzzing sensation through her.
The outside of Gaya Music Hall looked so fancy, who would've guessed such nastiness lurked within?
Her stomach twisted, waves of nausea crashing over her.
"You guys, keep rubbing, I'm good now."
Victoria fought to steady her voice, quickly wrapped her robe tight, and got up to leave.
Frank lazily lifted his head, his beady eyes squinting with a hint of amusement.
"Miss Chase, I'm giving you a massage, it'd be kinda rude to bail halfway, don't you think?"
His tone was casual, but there was an underlying threat.
The masseuse under Frank's control took charge. She knelt by Frank, her slender fingers gently holding his member, pulsing in her hand.
Frank let out a relieved sigh, reclining his hefty frame and releasing a contented breath, "Mmm...baby, you've got skills, keep it up."
The masseuse grinned sweetly, her voice dripping like honey, "Just relax, I'll take care of you."
She started stroking slowly, mixing up the pace, teasing the sensitive tip now and then, drawing a deep growl from Frank.
His beer belly jiggled with each breath, the flab wobbling, a mix of funny and lewd.
The girl had a curvy figure, and as she leaned in, her ample chest nearly grazed Frank's thigh.
Frank let out a satisfied groan.
Victoria stood frozen, torn between leaving or staying.
Adrian was on the massage table next to her, but she didn't dare seek his help.
If Adrian stripped down like Frank, it'd be even more awkward, wouldn't it?
She bit her lip, choosing to tough it out. It wasn't the right time to challenge Frank; the Genesis Corporation project was too crucial.
Unbeknownst to her, just as she grappled with her inner conflict, Adrian's voice cut in, "Mr. Beckett, isn't it enough that I'm here with you? Leaving Miss Chase here would make me feel uneasy!"
Adrian, tall and muscular, his physique a work of art, possessed a strikingly handsome face that drew all eyes to him.
The masseuse tending to him seemed particularly pleased, putting in extra effort.
After all, the clientele here were either loaded or influential, and if she could snag a wealthy patron, she'd be set for life!
Frank chuckled at Adrian's remark, his laughter filling the room, "Wasn't Miss Chase lying down just now? She can't see anything from that angle, right? Haha, Mr. Cross, what do you think?"
His eyes roamed over Victoria, sizing her up like a commodity.
Frank was set on keeping her there, and Victoria knew that challenging him now would only escalate things.
She took a deep breath, willing herself to relax, and settled back onto the massage table, face down. Addressing the masseuse, she said, "Just a regular massage for me... no funny business, okay?"
"Sure thing, miss," the masseuse attending to her replied softly.
The masseuse's hands returned to Victoria's back, applying a gentle pressure, sticking to the routine.
From Adrian's side came the request, "I'll just take a regular massage too."
Frank grunted disapprovingly, "Mr. Cross, can't you handle it at your age? If Miss Chase prefers a regular one, I won't push it. Are you taking me for a joke?"
As he spoke, Frank playfully patted the masseuse's rear beside him, and she giggled, moving closer.
"Mr. Beckett, how dare you suggest a man can't handle it? You're slandering me!" Adrian paused for a moment before relenting.
He quickly apologized, "It's just that with Miss Chase here, I felt embarrassed. But if Mr. Beckett insists, I'll join you for sure."
Normally, Adrian wouldn't give a damn about how Victoria saw him, but this time, for some reason, he wanted to keep up a certain front in front of her, not wanting her to think less of him.
Yet, he seemed to have forgotten that Victoria had caught him in bed with Isabella when she came looking for him earlier.
Without even realizing it, his feelings for Victoria appeared to be shifting slightly.
What had started as a game of competition now carried a hint of genuine emotion.
As Adrian's robe belt made a soft sound of being untied, Victoria's heart skipped a beat.
Her mind was already conjuring up images she couldn't control.
The room's atmosphere seemed to thicken, the scent of aromatherapy mixing with the musky scent of human desire growing stronger.
She willed herself to shut her eyes, focusing on the massage, but soon, she heard unfamiliar sounds.
Her thoughts spiraled out of control, painting vivid sensual scenes in her mind.
Adrian's masseuse was a curvaceous woman with a sun-kissed complexion, ample bosom, and a slender waist.
She began by delicately massaging Adrian's chest, her fingers gliding over his toned abs, the well-defined muscles exuding masculine allure.
Adrian's breaths grew heavier as he struggled to contain himself.
If it were just any woman teasing him, he wouldn't be affected.
But the idea of Victoria right beside him stirred an excitement he couldn't rein in, a hidden pleasure creeping in.
When the masseuse's hand ventured lower and grasped his already aroused member, he couldn't help but release a soft groan, "Mmm..."
Victoria lay there, unable to see a thing, but the sounds seemed to weave a spell around her ears.
Frank's labored breaths, Adrian's muted moans, the giggles of the masseuses, all mingled into an invisible web, enveloping her.
Images flooded her mind uncontrollably—
Adrian's chiseled body being caressed by a stranger, his impressive manhood held by a woman's delicate hands... Frank's excessive weight jiggling under the lights...
She fought to push these thoughts away, but it was useless...her body responded beyond her command.
A warmth spread through her lower body, a subtle dampness creeping in.
The massage girl tending to Victoria sensed something off.
Pausing her hand at Victoria's waist, she leaned in close to her ear and whispered softly, "Miss, you seem a bit wet. Would you like me to use some tools to help relieve it? We have professional ones, it won't hurt."
Victoria's face flushed instantly, grateful she was facing down, hidden from view.
She clenched her teeth, "No, just a regular massage, please!"
She wasn't sure what she was holding onto.
She wanted to flee, but Frank's threat kept her captive here; repulsed yet unsettled by the voices; despite being manipulated countless times before, she clung to a sense of stubbornness.
Meanwhile, a new disturbance arose from Frank's direction.
She heard fabric rustling, followed by Frank's admiration, "Oh...baby, your breasts are so soft, press harder!"
The massage girl giggled in response, "Thanks, as long as you enjoy it."
She unbuttoned her top, revealing her ample white breasts.
Leaning in, she gently rubbed Frank's sizable member with her chest, the motion slow and rhythmic.
Frank's breath quickened, reaching for the massage girl's buttocks with his chubby hand, delivering a firm slap that produced a sharp "smack" sound.
The massage girl gasped, "Ah...you're so naughty!" as she spoke, playfully shaking her raised buttocks.
Her movements didn't cease; instead, she pressed her chest more vigorously, her nipples lightly grazing his skin, eliciting a growl from Frank, "Feels amazing...keep going, don't stop!"