Training the new girl at the Massage Parlor [F19][Handjob]

Candace twisted the oil-soaked cock with both hands in opposing directions.

“Slow down!” the dick’s owner begged, but the price was already negotiated and paid so there was zero incentive for the teenaged masseuse to prolong the moderately priced handjob, giving away unpaid for gratification to the panting businessman who would probably be on a flight and back to his family in a few hours.

Candace knew he was airport bound because he had wheeled a roller bag into the small massage room at the start of the session, claiming he was worried about someone breaking into the rental car. Knowing better, Candace looked at the bag and spun it a quarter rotation, left the room for towels, and then returned and saw the man had not re-adjusted the wheeled bag to its original position. Men were always trying to sneak cameras into the rooms to capture a video of the topless girl extracting a teaspoon of semen from their middle-aged balls for around two-hundred dollars.

“Slow… UUUGGHH!” the man grunted as his cock spurted thick, ropy globs of milky white glue that twirled in the air a few inches above his flexing cock, only to fall on the wrists and fingers of the girl, continuing her slippery, erotic stimulation.

“Thank you! That was fantastic!” he complimented as he sunk into the towel covering the massage table.

“I’ll be right back,” Candace promised, wiping her hands on one of the towels, then slipping her tank top back on.

She walked to the steam-towel machine and extracted two towels, each coiled like tight burritos, then returned to the man, musing on his own orgasm, caused by a young lady who was somewhere between is daughter and granddaughter’s age.

Candace opened the first towel and waved it in the air, so the steam dissipated, cooling the cloth, then she wiped the man’s penis and balls clean of both errant semen and oil. Then she used the remainder of life in the soiled cloth and wiped the man’s chest and legs.

“Turn over,” Candace commanded.

The man complied and she waved the second coiled towel, but somewhat less, not needing to worry about scalding sensitive genitals, and wiped down the man’s back, legs, then inside the crack of his ass, as if he were a baby who soiled himself. Thick hairs sprung from the crack, several with attached clumps of disgustingness. Candace raked up and down the crevice with the hot towel, probably cleaning it better than the man had done in ages.

*How do these guy’s wives fuck them…* she pondered? Then figured they probably were not fucking them, which is why she was giving them a handjob in a dump next to a laundromat.

“Thank you!” the man repeated.

Candace smiled and left the room and returned to the bullpen where the girl’s waited for customers.

Candace had been working at the parlor for fourteen months, starting in the fall of her freshman year, and, by any standards, she was a veteran. She worked between two and three days per week and made anywhere between a few hundred to a few thousand dollars each day, depending on the foot traffic and if the customer was a regular who requested her specifically, or just a random walk-in. Candace had even fucked and sucked several members of the Russian Mafia, the Bratva, who owned the parlor and she had been paid handsomely for her performance by the manager, Galina.

Today, would be a unique day for Candace. In addition to servicing the walk-ins who needed to be parted with a few hundred dollars, she would be taking care of a girl that Galina had recruited.

“She is new girl… has to be broken in… like you were,” Galina instructed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Cyka Blyat… what did a girl do for you on first day?”

“I don’t remember,” Candace replied, half paying attention.

“Maddie got you high before your first customer!”

“Oh… right,” Candace remembered.

“Now… if she looks nervous, get her stoned. But not too stoned… she can’t be falling asleep! If you think she won’t do the job, then you tell me… I don’t need some girl telling a customer he cannot get jerked!”

“Ok,” Candace promised.

“Not just ok… if she doesn’t then I send you in to jerk them!”

“Fine! I’ll do that… as long as I get to keep the tip,” Candace replied.

“You know how I want the parlor to run… no problems! Men come in. Men pay. Men leave happy. No problems… if you do a good job with new girl, I maybe give you more responsibility and you get a cut of other girl’s money,” Galina offered.

“What would I have to do?”

“Make sure girls show up on schedule. Bring guys from front into rooms. Figure out which girl they get if they don’t ask… make sure we get paid,” Galina instructed.

“How much?”

“I give you hundred dollars a day plus ten for each massage girls give.”

“Seems easy enough,” Candy commented.

“No… there is a science to it… picking the right girl for the customer… you make a good match, and you see the customer comeback and spend more money… bad match and they spend their money somewhere else. You have to sense what they want…”

“What kind of guys do you send to me?”

“You are pretty face so I send you the losers… the fat men, the ugly men… kind of mens who would never touch a pretty girl unless they pay. They will come again and again for your attention.”

“Wow…. Umm… ok… who do you send the young guys to?” Candy scoffed.

“Young and handsome man gets Jenn… she is like mother with them… they all come back,” Galina explained.

“If I did help you, could I still see clients?”

“Yes, Yes, Cyka Blyat… you can still let that svoloch fuck you in your arsehole,” Galina assured.

“So, I just get extra to tell the girl’s what to do?”

“Da,” Galina replied, looking annoyed. “When it gets busy, I cannot watch everyone. Maddie used to do this but now she quit so, now I have you do.”

“Great, where is this new girl?”

“I bring her to bullpen when she get here. Her name is Zoe or Chloe… some Amerikanets shit name.”

“Ok!” Candace replied, excited about making extra cash for making someone else work.

“Listen… this girl jerks her first cock with no problems… I give you hundred dollars.”

“Could I have the hundred in Coke?”

“Da, Cyka Blyat,” Galina assured. “Also, Yuli is coming here today to pick up envelope and get his cock sucked… take care of Yuli for extra hundred or bag of your coke.”

“Fine.”

Candace hated sucking off the Russian errand boy, but it was difficult to say no considering he usually ejaculated in less than one minute and she often had to massage a customer for an entire hour for the same amount.

Candace walked back to the room and began watching a pointless daytime television show with the other girls. Normally, she would have smoked a little weed from her vape pen, but she was saving it for when she broke this new girl’s cherry. A few moments later, Galina walked in a tiny blond girl, with a stunning face, who was wearing ratty jeans and a pilled sweater.

The other girls looked at her incredulously, pondering how she was going to give massages in the very warm room dressed like she was going to dinner and a movie in 1985. Galina, on the other hand, didn’t care what the girl wore, as long as the customers paid.

The girl sat down looking terribly nervous and Candace wondered if that was how she looked only a year ago.

*I definitely didn’t have such shitty clothes*, Candace laughed to herself.

It seemed the other girls in the room already knew Candy had been tapped to take this young, fledgling girl under her wing and teach her how to be a hustler.

“First day?” Candy asked the girl.

“Uh huh,” she replied.

“Chloe, right?”

“Umm… yeah… how did you know?”

Candy looked at the girl’s clothes and they were terribly cheap. Her jeans were from a discount store and didn’t fit her well at all. The sweater was a nightmare. It was also obvious she had her hair done at some place resembling Super Cuts, and not recently at that.

“Do you…,” Candy started but stopped herself before she asked the girl if she knew what went on at Galina’s massage parlor. “Are you ready to work or are you worried, hun?”

“I umm… I just don’t know…,” the girl admitted.

For a moment, Candace debated just doping the girl up and sending her into a room with a naked fat guy, like Maddie had done with her, but something told her that wouldn’t work.

“Why are you here?” Candy asked, trying to be genuine.

The girl didn’t answer.

“Talk to me, Chloe… I’ve been where you are… let me help you!”

“I’m broke! I’m living with friends and they need me to pay rent and I can’t find a job… I dropped out of high school because my mother is a schizophrenic and now, if I don’t pay last month and this month’s rent, I’m gonna get booted outta my place,” the girl whined.

“Oh?” Candace replied.

“I owe, like, eight hundred bucks… and I didn’t know what to do… and the guy who deals to my friends said he could get me this job… and now I don’t know!”

“Ok… it’s ok… do you know what goes on here?”

“Yeah… I have to, like, give handjobs.”

“You give the guys a massage first,” Candace explained.

“But then a handjob, right?”

“Have you ever given one?”

“Well… no.”

“Ever have a boyfriend?”

“No, not really… I mean… guys try to get with me all the time… but they’re always sketchy guys that are hanging around my mom… that’s half the reason why I left home.”

“Are you eighteen?” Candy asked.

“Yeah, I turned eighteen last month… I should still be in high school, but I dropped.”

“When did you drop out?”

“Sophomore year.”

“What do you do if you didn’t have any boyfriends?”

“I used to just watch tv with my mom… like, all day, every day. She never left the apartment. Now I was watching tv at my friend’s house, sleeping on the couch, but now they say I either pay or leave…” she frowned.

“You know… you can solve all of your problems at this place. It sounds like eight hundred dollars solves your biggest one, right?”

“That’s why I’m here,” she shrugged.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“Fuck yes!” the girl breathed, desperate.

“Ok, come with me,” Candace said, pulling the girl by the hand.

Candace grabbed her backpack and walked Chloe to one of the massage rooms.

“Take off the sweater and those jeans,” she commanded.

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Reluctantly, Chloe took off her cheap sweater and jeans. She was wearing the kind of bra and panties that Candace figured only old women wore; full seated and generic; the kind stuffed into bins at Walmart.

“Bra too.”

The girl unhooked her bra and took it off. She had tiny ‘A’ cup breast, just like Candace, except her nipples were quite puffy and didn’t seem to have Candace’s perfect little bud.

*I wonder if they get hard in the cold or if she plays them?* Candy pondered.

Chloe’s body was good, but Candace could tell that she was skinny because she probably missed a lot of meals and mostly ate food that wasn’t very nutritious. She had almost no muscle tone. Her ribs jutted out along her sides and Candace could definitely see the edges of her unkempt bush peeking out the sides of her spectacularly unsexy underpants. Her face had incredibly delicate features; a perfectly shaped little nose, big inquisitive eyes, with lovely long black lashes, and a tiny pert mouth. Her lips had the perfect amount of fullness and, surprisingly, despite her obvious underprivileged upbringing, her teeth were white and nearly all straight.

“Your mom got you braces?” Candace asked.

“Social worker arranged it. We didn’t pay.”

“Oh… good deal,” Candace replied. Her aunt had paid for her braces and often lorded the incredible cost over the girl’s head. Since Candace’s mother had passed, her aunt had raised her until she abruptly cut Candy off a few weeks after she went to college. Looking back, the woman was probably quite happy to get Candace out of her hair and out of her checkbook. Since the painful day her aunt had called her, saying she was on her own financially, Candace had not heard once from the woman.

*Fucking bitch!* Candy cursed in her head, thinking about her aunt.

From her backpack, Candace gave Chloe a spare set of yoga pants and little clingy tank top; an extra she kept in case of a spill, semen or otherwise, that made her want to change clothes before returning to the dorms. Almost every woman knew what dried semen looked like on clothes and Candy did not want to be spotted on campus wearing so much dried, encrusted jizz that people might have thought she jacked off the entire football team.

“Put these on,” Candace commanded.

The girl put on the clothes and instantly looked more comfortable and more attractive in the designer athleisure wear.

“Hold still,” Candy demanded and took out a brush and spent a few minutes fixing the snarls and knots in her strawberry blonde hair, then snapped an elastic in place giving the girl a high ponytail. Then she carefully lined her eyes and put on very light eye shadow and a touch of blush. She looked like an entirely different girl. A much more attractive girl.

*I can’t believe this stupid girl is so hot! It isn’t fair!* Candace cursed in her head.

“Much improved… but are you still nervous?”

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“Do you think you can do it?”

“Do it?”

“Jerk off the customers,” Candace explained.

“I… I don’t know,” she whined, almost on the verge of tears.

*I was not this pathetic on my first day!* Candace decided.

“Come with me,” Candace demanded and walked the girl out to the alley in the back, handed her a vape pen and said, “press the button then inhale deep and hold it as long as you can.”

“Is this drugs?”

“Yes. It’s drugs,” Candace replied, mockingly.

The girl placed the tip into her pretty lips and took a massive puff then coughed terribly. Candace took the pipe from her and sucked a nice hit, then handed it back.

“One more,” Candace instructed.

The girl sucked down another and her marble blue eyes seemed even more vacant, but the anxiousness behind them completely dissolved. She went from having a panic attack to complete boredom almost instantly.

“Have you ever smoked weed before?”

“No,” the girl murmured from her dream land.

“Do you want to lay down?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, let’s wake you up a little…,” Candace said and put a tiny amount of cocaine on the back of her hand.

“Snort this up your nose, really fast!” Candace demanded and the stoned teen took the bump without asking any questions.

A moment later, the girl was alert and excited.

“I feel so good!”

“Great! I’ve got your first customer!”

Candace led her back into the building and through the hallway until she saw Yuli sitting on a chair, waiting.

“Yuli!” Candace called.

“Da!”

“Massage room four!” Candace told him.

“Now, Chloe… this is your first customer… he’s a regular… I’m going to train you… ok?”

“Yes!” the twitching, happy girl agreed.

“After this you’ll be on your own… so pay attention to everything I say.”

Candace walked Chloe into the room and Yuli already had his pants off and was sitting on the table with his flaccid penis resting on top of his ball sack. He was still wearing his t-shirt and the ridiculous short-brimmed Kangol he always had on.

“Ok, Yuli, you are getting a treat today… I’m going to teach Chloe the right way to make a man cum… and I’m using your cock to show her,” Candace explained.

“Viktor needs me to be back, I don’t have time to play some game… just suck me, blyat,” he complained.

Candace walked over and ran her fingers down Yuli’s shaft then held the tip with two fingers. She squeezed and rotated the head, a quarter inch, back and forth, rapidly. The flaccid penis instantly grew bigger.

“This won’t take long… now won’t you just lay back and let two girl’s take turns playing with your big, sexy cock?” Candace asked in a bratty, flirting voice that almost resembled baby talk.

“Fine… ok,” Yuli agreed.

“First lesson, Chloe… when Yuli was soft, he wouldn’t do what I wanted… then I touched his dick and he completely did whatever I told him… get it?”

Chloe nodded. Yuli looked like he was going to rebut Candy’s assessment of how easily she manipulated him, but then, decided not to bother.

“Ok, Chloe… you see his dick is still soft…”

“-it will get hard!” Yuli cut her off.

“Quiet!” Candace scolded. “Now, go get the oil…”

Chloe went and fetched the bottle of oil and returned with it, like a small terrier.

“Now is the time you would give him a massage… start with him face down and just rub the fucking oil all over him… back… legs… ass… everywhere. It doesn’t matter how shitty of a job you do giving the massage… these guys came here for a hand job, understand?”

Chloe nodded excitedly. It seemed that Candy mixed her drugs perfectly; the girl had enough weed in her to eliminate all anxiety and nervousness about what she was going to do and enough cocaine in her system to power through the act and even have a little fun at the same time.

“Now, when you give a massage, you’re going to end up getting oil all over you… it’s just how it is… if you don’t care about blotches of oil on your clothes then just go ahead… if you do care, then this is what you do… Yuli, we’ll both do this topless for an extra twenty dollars,” Candace said to the happy man.

“Da!” Yuli replied, enthralled.

“Go get it now,” Candace demanded.

“After… after…,” Yuli soothed.

“Now or the tops stay on!” Candace scowled.

Yuli muttered in Russian as he climbed off the table and fished in his pants for his wallet and gave Candace a crisp twenty-dollar bill. Immediately, Candace stripped off her top.

“Always get the money first… now take off your top, Chloe,” Candace demanded.

Yuli’s eyes grew wide at the two skinny bare-chested girls. He reached out with two meaty hands and fondled both of them at same time. He paid particular attention to Chloe’s puffy nipple; straining his fingers to reach the adorable pink softness and squeezed the pink berry, as if to extract precious juice. The puffy nipple quickly deflated into a nice hard bud that looked similar to Candy’s.

“Sugar and Spice!” he sang, looking at the blonde and brunette.

“Ok,” Candace continued, ignoring the happy Russian, “Pour some oil onto his cock and a little onto your hands.”

Chloe squeezed far too much oil onto Yuli’s slightly growing manhood and even more onto her hands.

“Next time use much less… half of that… now stroke his cock,” Candace demanded.

Without hesitation, the girl grasped Yuli’s cock and made a pocket with her hand. With Yuli’s lubricated cock snugly wrapped up in the closed palm she began raising and lowering her partially closed fist allowing the phallus to slip inside.

“Mmmm,” Yuli exhaled as he became fully erect.

“Now, Chloe… ask Yuli how much he will tip?”

“How much will you tip me?” the jittery girl babbled while playing with the greasy cock.

“Umm… I tip you nothing! Galina pays you for this!” Yuli complained.

“Ok, Chloe… if Galina is going to pay, she will always tell you first… Now, let’s pretend Galina is not paying… can he give you the tip after you make him cum?” Candy asked.

“No! Before he cums!”

“Good!”

Chloe continued her feeble stroking while Yuli began to fidget. He was fully erect and ready for a faster stroke with a firm grip; one that resembled rapidly sliding inside a nice tight pussy.

“Your stroke is going to take *forever* to make him cum… remember, you want them to cum fast… you already negotiated their tip… do you know how much?”

“Umm… Galina said one-hundred,” Chloe replied without changing speed with her hand.

“Good… now let me show you,” Candace instructed.

Chloe stepped aside, but not so far that Yuli lost grip of her small bosom as Candace took her place. Candace poured a small amount of oil on her hand then used both of them to grip Yuli’s cock. She twisted each hand in opposite directions while sliding them both the entire length of his cock. With her top hand, she swirled over the head so, at the zenith of her stroke, the throbbing bulb was in her palm, which was facing downwards.

“Do you see what I’m doing?” Candace asked.

Chloe was paying close attention and nodded.

“You see how I can go really fast and do the exact same motion?” Candace asked while increasing the tempo of her action.

“Sometimes I bop it like this… it simulates the man’s cock hitting your cervix…,” Candy explained while using the flat of her palm to lightly, but firmly, smack downward on Yuli’s purple head, at the very top of her stroke. “Don’t hit it too hard… in fact… just stroke for now… no bopping!” Candace joked.

“Slow! Slow down!” Yuli wailed.

Candace stopped her motion on a dime.

“You see! I could have made him cum just then… normally, I’d have kept going… even if they said, ‘slow down’. The name of the game is making them cum and move on to a new customer. It’s how you get paid the most! Now… do what I just did!” Candace instructed.

Chloe moved closer and placed both hands on Yuli’s cock. She awkwardly moved them both, up and down, in the same direction.

“No! No! Twist!” Candace instructed and placed her hands over Chloe’s and forced them to independently twist during the up and down motion. “Now give special attention to the head… that’s the most sensitive spot… don’t be rough with it… just give it extra… and squeeze the cock… I promise that you won’t hurt them,” Candace continued.

Candy then let go of Chloe’s hands and watched her do a decent job of replicating the technique.

“Have you ever made a man cum before, Chloe?”

“No,” the girl replied, enthralled at her new skill.

“Ok… you need to watch the man to know when it’s going to happen… sometimes they’ll tell you, but you have to be prepared in case they don’t. They’ll start breathing really hard, but it’s always in the eyes… they’ll always shut their eyes real tight as they’re about to cum… you understand?”

“Yes!” Chloe replied, feeling the drugs course through her body while she jerked the naked man on the table.

“Now Yuli was promised a blowjob by Galina… do you know how do give a blowjob?”

“Not really,” Chloe admitted.

“Ok, step back,” Candace told the girl, taking her place again. “Now, you really don’t want to suck a customer off the first time they come in… but a regular customer you can… just make them pay more… I want an extra hundred dollars to suck and another hundred on top of that if they are planning on cumming in my mouth… I have one regular who give me three hundred. Now… take the towel and clean the cock the best you can… you don’t want to suck it covered in oil. Also, look to see if there is anything wrong with it… No cuts… No sores… No rough spots… Nothing… you can always just say ‘No’… now, watch what I do…,” Candace instructed.

Candace repeated her twisting handjob technique with one hand while firmly holding Yuli’s balls with the other with her mouth fixed on the head of his cock. When her hand stroked low, her mouth followed. At the top, she seemed to slow down.

“Flick with your tongue the entire time if you can!” Candace instructed. With her mouth off Yuli’s cock, she swatted at the head, over and over, with her tongue, hitting it with quick but powerful smacks from her little pink appendage.

“Ugh! Ugh! Oh!” Yuli moaned.

“Do not cum, Yuli!” Candace demanded. Then she painfully twisted Yuli’s nipple.

“OWWWW!! Fucking! Cyka!” Yuli howled.

“I’m sorry, Yuli… Chloe, never do that to a man… they hate it… but it stopped Yuli from cumming so you can show me how you suck cock…”

Yuli looked like he considered hitting Candace but then thought better of it. Candace knew he’d never hit her because Yuli was not an important person in the Bratva; he was little more than an errand boy. If he damaged the face of a pretty girl who earned his boss thousands of dollars per week, Yuli would be in a world of trouble. Still, Candy knew if she pulled that stunt with his boss, Viktor, she’d probably get hit, or worse. Viktor looked like he’d created a body count during his time in the Bratva. Candace had overheard that, as a young man, Viktor had made a name for himself fighting the Chechens when Candace was an infant in the nineties. Candace had never even talked to Viktor, but she desperately wanted to massage him. The girls who had told her he was covered in scars and tattoos that were so old they seemed to have melted into unrecognizable blurs. Candace didn’t care about the tattoos; she wanted to see and touch a real bullet hole in the gangster’s flesh.

Despite having his nipple painfully wrenched, Yuli never lost his erection, nor his grip of Chloe’s breast. Taking her place, Chole did an excellent job of repeating Candace’s technique, sucking Yuli’s cock.

“Show me how you flick with your tongue,” Candy schooled.

Taking her mouth off the head, the blonde girl slowly lapped at purple bulb, not effecting the same powerful thwacks as Candace’s tongue.

“No! Watch me!” Candace demanded. Then she leaned over Yuli’s knees and spanked the head of his cock with her tongue; quickly, deliberately, powerfully while Chloe held the shaft.

“Uh!! Uh!!” Yuli groaned.

Chloe, watching carefully, then attempted to replicate the motion. Her flicking was improved but still didn’t have the same result as her brunette instructor.

“Better!” Candace complimented. “Now, make him cum but just using two hands… no mouth… I want you to watch his face to know when it’s going to happen.”

Yuli debated telling Candace to finish him with her blowjob, but he didn’t want the savvy brunette to ask him for any more money, and he knew she would. He settled himself down and watched the gorgeous blonde teen do a magnificent job of replicating Candy’s stroking technique.

“Good… good… watch his breathing… watch his eyes… he’ll tilt his head back and close them just before he cums… and when he cums do not stop stroking… keep going until he starts to get soft!”

“Ahhh! Ahhh!” Yuli began to breath rapidly.

Candace stood right alongside Chloe and put her hand on the small of her back, steadying her while both the girl’s hands rhythmically stroked. Then, just as Candace had predicted, Yuli slammed his eyes shut.

“Nnnn! GGGRRAAA!” he grunted while his cock pulsed in Chloe’s hands as his spunk shot from the tip of his cock.

At first, Chloe was shocked, but she continued to stroke as the spurts of milky white semen launched into the air and landed indiscriminately everywhere.

“Yaa!” Chloe yelped as a hot rope squiggled out of the cock and landed on her flat little tummy.

“Shhh…,” Candace soothed, to both the grunting Russian and the yelping blonde.

A few moments later, Yuli’s cock had completely stopped ejaculating and began to soften. Feeling this, Chloe let go of the member and wiped her hands on the towel under Yuli’s ass.

“And that, my dear Chloe, is how you give a hundred-dollar handjob,” Candace declared.

“Do you think I’m ready for my first real customer?” Chloe asked, wiping cum from between her fingers.

“Sure!” Candace said, smiling at the girl. “… and I know I’m ready to pimp you out…” Candy whispered, under her breath.

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