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the man huffs as he sits in his dark office, cock in his hand as he strokes it using some of the massage oils he swiped from the spa rooms. on his computer screen is a lovely picture of one of the club guests: victoria. she looks lovely in the picture; an innocent young woman. it was some photo off of her modeling site. there wasn't much more he could find that delivered on SULTRY images of her. so her photos of her in sexy little poses would have to do.

stephen is a good country club manager. one of the best, if you asked any of the guests. even his colleagues loved him, especially because he was so willing to pick up their slack and give leeway to requests. give david for example, who suddenly had become smitten with isabelle. stephen didn't judge, since he's seen just how RELAXED the small blonde was after her sessions with david. it also made stephen feel less guilty about his small INFATUATION with victoria.

victoria's father has been coming to the club since stephen was nothing more than a golf cart driver. now stephen was running the ship and keeping all the guests happy... for extremely little pay. and no matter how hard he petitioned the owners, it seemed like that pay was never going up. so one day he decided to take his own BONUS. he deliberately changed around massage shifts—giving david his time with his girl but also making it so he could give victoria a massage. then so he could be her personal trainer. and then he made it so he was practically the only employee the young woman interacted with at the club. "i'm happy to do it." he would explain to her father, "for some of our most esteemed guests."

but he started to test the waters a little more. he'd use his breaks to jack himself off, using her photos as an easy fantasy. "fuck... if only you knew how fucking PERFECT you were." stephen moans under his breath, at the computer screen. fantasies of fucking her in the locker rooms or following her home so he can take her in her own bedroom rise to the top of his mind. a million different thoughts run through as he pounds his cock. not many of those thoughts made him very PROUD, but they were getting him closer and closer until...

"ooh..! FUCK!" stephen haphazardly reaches over to one of the small paper shot glass sized cups and sits up so he can hold it to the tip of his dick. "shit... victoria..." he lets out. a stream of silky cum spills from his tip. the liquid spurts out of him and some even splashes out of the cup itself and over the rim. a wide smile of accomplishment washes over him. he takes a tissue and quickly cleans his nut off the rim of the cup. once the cup is presentable, he pulls his dress pants up and tucks his polo in.

when he stands he looks at the mirror to make himself presentable. then fixes his hair. finally he takes the cup and makes his way out of his office and through the halls and lobby. he has to quickly dodge conversations and avoid anyone looking too close to the cup before finally making his way to the spa. he greets the girl at the front desk before making his way into the smallest suite—the one he always books her in—that sits the furthest away from any of the other massage rooms. his face glows when he walks in on her undressing. "so sorry for my tardiness, miss victoria. i had to get your protein shot and i thought we ran out but i found a bottle tucked away in the back of the fridge." he explains, then holding the cup up towards her, hoping she takes in the SCENT before taking it down.