Massage Parlor Girls 6 [OC]

Candace took another hit off her vape pen containing sativa oil to help her press on with her day of massaging naked men, then jerking them off, at the parlor she had been working at since her freshman year in college. She first took the job because her bank account was overdrawn, which was the result of her aunt cutting the girl off financially, coupled with a mild shopping addiction. Now that her balance was flush and her bills were paid, Candace continued stroking the cocks of traveling businessmen and sex addicts out of a lazy desire to have nice things but not need to work terribly hard to get them. She had already made five hundred dollars that day and she didn’t particularly have the money earmarked for any purchase. She simply liked having the cash in her pocket and had long ago abandoned any feeling of shame that one might have felt for performing sex acts for money over and over. That day, Candace had been particularly cruel with some of the men, using her fastest stroke to end their time at the table quickly. If she was feeling generous, she’d draw out their orgasm longer by slowing down as they ventured too close to bliss. Other times, she’d flirt with them, which, in her opinion, the men liked even more than ejaculating.

“Oh… wow! This is a really nice penis!” Candy would compliment

“Thanks! Thank you!” the middle-aged man with the unenticing penis would reply.

“How many handjobs do you think you’ve given here?” Jenn asked her as she reached for the pen while the two girls leaned against the brick wall in the alley behind the parlor.

“I dunno… do you?”

“No idea… maybe a few hundred?”

“Yeah… I’d say about the same for me,” Candace agreed.

Both girls knew the other was lying but being truthful wasn’t very important. Candace had given four handjobs so far that day, but that was the tip of the iceberg. They each routinely indulged their favorite customers with sexual favors beyond stroking their cocks with a well-oiled hand. Their repertoire frequently involved oral sex. Earlier in the year, Candace had discovered her boyfriend was a longtime customer of Jenn and she would suck the man’s cock once per month when Candace was unavailable to indulge him with her pussy due to her monthly cycle. At first, Candace was livid at Jenn, but then came to realize that she would have sucked Jenn’s boyfriend for two-hundred dollars as well. The terrible discovery only galvanized Candace’s understanding that men were interested in every possible sex act they could arrange for themselves, paid or otherwise, and it didn’t matter if they had made promises of monogamy.

“Men want to cum, and I want cash!” Candace decided, fully embracing the fact that while Jenn sucked her man’s cock, Candace was doing the exact same thing to other men. During the four-month relationship with the man, Candace had easily stroked over one hundred cocks until they spurted cum all over their owner’s bellies. Candace had been taken out on dates by her man, hoping for a kiss at night, not knowing the lovely sophomore had sucked off a man twice his age only a few hours before the date. He certainly had no idea that Candace had financed her spring break by allowing an obese man to anally penetrate and inseminate her.

When Candace broke up with him, upon discovering that his dick found its way into Jenn’s mouth whenever Candace was menstruating, she decided that it would be an expensive breakup for the working man. She obviously could not extort him, or outright steal, but she could destroy his finances.

“Yuli… if I get you bank information, can your Russian hacker mafia people steal his identity and cash?”

“Da… is he rich man? Own business, properties, stock?”

“Not really… he’s young… mid-twenties and has student loans,” she admitted.

“Then it’s not worth it!”

“Umm… I’ll give you half!” Candace offered.

“We would give you ten percent… none of this half shit! Doesn’t matter anyways….”

“Fuck!” Candace cursed.

I’ll have to think of another way to get back at him, Candace decided.

Since the argument between the two girls, Candace and Jenn had never discussed the subject since and had gone on to be very cordial coworkers, even spending time together in the alley outside smoking weed on occasion. Still, Candace never forgot.

“So… will you do it?” Jenn pressed Candace again.

One of Jenn’s long-time clients had asked her to provide him with a four-hands massage. This was something that concerned Jenn because she had exclusively owned the money coming out of the man’s wallet up to that point and was worried that her client might start diversifying his sampling of the college girls working at the parlor.

“If customer wants than you do! If you do not, then he will go somewhere else!” Galina, the Russian madam running the parlor, had instructed Jenn.

“Who should I bring in… should I let him pick?”

“Never let them pick… they will look to see who they want more than you. This is guy who is trying out a kink. He thinks he wants threesome… so he is doing a trial run with massage. So, you want to bring a girl to give him the kink he *THINKS* he wants but then scare him back to you!”

“I don’t understand,” Jenn puzzled.

“You know tv show with good cop and bad cop? Well… you be good and another girl be bad! You give him pleasure… other girl laugh at his penis and make him feel doubt. He will only want you after… after you treat him special when you make other girl leave.”

“Won’t he see though that?”

“No… when dick is hard, men are stupid. This man… this is the Brandon piz’duk? He say his name is Mike but then gives me bank card with name Brandon every time?”

“Yeah.”

“What you do for him?”

“Just a handjob,” Jen lied.

“Poshyol ty! You give him three hundred dollars handjob? I do not believe!” Galina swore.

“We have sex,” Jenn admitted.

“SOOOO… Does Brandon want four hands or two pussies?”

“Uhh…” Jenn stalled.

“Do not lie to me!” Galina scowled.

“He wants the second,” Jenn admitted.

“Ok… then you want Candy.”

“She doesn’t like me very much…”

“I don’t care…. I will get Candy to do. You charge eight hundred on his card. You pay the tax… you get one hundred only!”

“Nooo… I won’t do that for only a hundred…”

“You lie to me… this is tax. Pay tax or you are fired… or maybe worse…”

“Worse?” Jenn scoffed, angrily.

“Yes… You steal from me; you steal from Viktor… Viktor used to torture Chechens who had information… maybe I tell Viktor you steal!”

“No! Please!”

“Do you know what Viktor would do?”

Jenn shook her head, terrified.

“He says with men, they cut off fingers, but you need fingers to stroke cocks… other times they nail tongue to a table, but your tongue is for sucking cocks… so, with Cyka who must work, they do feeding torture… they starve you, tied to a chair in basement for days, then give you plate of rotting garbage and watch you eat and laugh at you!”

“Uhhh…. What?”

“Oh, you don’t think you are safe Amerikanets girl who can steal from Bratva and not get stuffed in trunk of car and never seen again?”

“No… I mean… I don’t know!” the girl replied, almost in tears.

“Da.. Da… cyka blyat, you text Brandon and tell him to come for his two pussies… ok?”

“Ok… and Galina, I’m sooo sorry!” Jenn begged.

“It is fine… you do this and it’s all fine.”

As Jenn wandered back to the girl’s waiting room, Galina narrowed an eye at the blonde twenty-year-old. Galina always hated how Jenn walked with such accentuated sashaying of her wide hips. Jenn was a very attractive girl, but Galina knew that in ten years, she would be an overweight mother of three, eating fast food in a large American car. Galina also hated how Jenn had known Candy’s boyfriend was her client but sucked his cock anyways. Galina knew she was lucky that, upon Candy’s inevitable discovery of the betrayal, the police didn’t show up. Candy had done a wonderful job of swallowing her pride. Meanwhile, Jenn had continued to skate the rules for her own benefit and, despite being caught, did not seem to care.

“Candy… come in office,” Galina yelled when she saw the skinny brunette walk past.

“Yes?” she replied, closing the door behind her.

Galina took out her makeup bag, found her nail polish with the hidden chamber, and tapped out a generous bump of cocaine on her hand for the stunning girl. Normally when Galina would do this, she would want a favor from Candy.

Candace, pleasantly surprised, and fully knowing there would be an ask afterwards, attempted to collect her bump, but Galina’s hand was at the edge of her desk, and too far for her to lean without walking around. The wall and chair were positioned in the cramped office in such a way that it was still incredibly awkward to snort the powder off Galina’s hand. Just before Candace opened her mouth to ask for help, Galina swiveled her chair to face the girl alongside her desk so that Candace could get to her little while pyramid but only if she sat on Galina’s lap.

Candace had often suspected Galina was a lesbian, and not because of the gruff way she ran the parlor. Galina was always inspecting the girls. She had demanded to see Candace topless on her first day, but the girls had whispered Galina had made other girls give her massages that resulted in sex.

“Who gave Galina a massage?”

“I dunno… I just heard,” the gossiping girl would reply.

Now, sitting on Galina’s lap, Candace could smell her perfume. This was the closest she had ever been to the forty-year-old woman.

Fuck it! Candace said to herself and used the flat table to support herself and snorted the drugs, feeling like a small lap dog, sitting on its owner and being fed treats. With the coke shot up her nose, Candace made no attempt to leave, wondering if there would be a second bump offered.

“This girl… this Jenn… are you friends now, or do you still hate for what she did with your man?”

“I mean… I guess I’m over it… I really don’t care,” the high girl chattered.

“If I gave you chance to get revenge on Jenn…, would you want?” Galina posed reaching for the empty nail polish to add more powder to her hand. She held the small container poised, as if the answer to her question determined if more white powder would spill out if she gave the right answer.

“Yes?” Candy guessed.

Galina tapped a few times and formed a tiny mound, then she placed the nail polish down and stroked Candace’s hair while she snorted the coke off her hand.

Candace used her other nostril to rip the meager amount of coke up her nose. The first bump was a proper gagger that she enjoyed very much but the second was such a small amount, especially considering Candy was building up a tolerance.

“Cyka blyat… this Jenn, she has client… wants to have her and you at same time, da?”

“Da,” Candy repeated, feeling the drugs course through her body.

“During massage… I want you to laugh at the client. When he put his hooy in you… you pretend not so good. Then Jenn will finish… and I give you five hundred. Ok, Cyka blyat?”

“Yes! Da!” Candy the little lap dog barked.

Galina put her long nailed fingers up the back of Candy’s tank top which she was wearing without a bra. The woman gently ran her nails down Candy’s back. She instantly had goosebumps and her nipples became erect, poking through the front of the thin garment the small breasted girl wore when she gave massages so she could conveniently whip it off to ensure she wouldn’t have to spend the entire day with a blotch of semen staring up at her.

“And after is over, you bring Jenn to alley in back to smoke your marijuana… except I give you special blend. You don’t smoke, only Jenn. Then van will come and pick Jenn up… ok?”

“Yes,” Candy twitched, seeing Galina pour another small dot of her favorite drug onto her hand.

As Candy eyeballed the tiny pile of coke, hoping it was for her, Galina snorted up her own nose. Then Galina grabbed the sides of Candy’s top and pulled it over her head leaving the girl topless on her lap. It didn’t seem unusual to Candace as she was topless half the time she was at work anyways. Galina then took one of Candy’s fat, erect nipples in her mouth and began sucking on the hardened bud.

Watching Galina suckle on her nipple, Candy reached for her wrist and licked the tiny amounts of cocaine stuck to the back of her hand. Galina’s mouth was doing something very different to her then the men who hungrily tasted her nipples. There was a gentleness, a tender stroking with her tongue, a pursing of her lips. When boys would suck on her nipples they would do so as if they expected to drink from them, like an infant would. Galina was a safecracker, opening a sensation of pleasure that was locked away.

“Ahhhh!” Candy moaned. She cuddled into the older woman, intertwining her small legs with hers. The amount of cocaine in her system was ideal. Then she heard the very distinct sound of Galina pulling off her fake nails and placing them inside the drawer.

Galina picked the small girl up and placed her on the desk, then rolled her yoga pants off, leaving her completely naked. Candace missed being held like a small puppy. She was so enthralled with the older woman. Galina frightened her; she was a dangerous person, and she had also pimped Candy out and make her do things she never imagined she would. Galina was also the first person to introduce her to cocaine and Candy was developing a bit of a habit. Instead of paying her, Candy was now often accepting drugs as payment. There was something about how she felt when she tooted that white powder. She was the version of herself she always wanted to be. It also made her incredibly horny, and now, naked on Galina’s desk, the intimidating woman stood over her, unbuttoning her blouse.

Candy laid back on the desk keeping her feel flat and knees high while looking at the awful white dropdown ceiling. She could still see Galina undressing out of the corner of her eyes. Candy had already let Galina touch her and undress her, so she decided that she would continue to let the woman do whatever she wanted. For a moment, Candy worried about the money in the pocket of her yoga pants that was placed on a chair by Galina. Even though she knew Galina would never steal money from her, Candy still preferred to be very selective about where she placed the garment containing her money when she was about to be naked with a client.

*Is Galina a client? Is she going to pay me? Or am I about to fuck my boss*? Candy’s mind raced.

Before she could complete any more thoughts, she saw Galina had finished undressing. For a woman in her forties, Galina had an exceptional body. In her youth, she must have been a stunning beauty, because, even now, her breasts were incredible and perky. Her midriff was toned and her belly flat. Just below her carved abdominals was a thick, full triangle of dark blonde pubes that came to a point just above the hood of her clitoris.

“You look amazing,” Candy babbled.

“Do not have baby. My sister had better body than me. She have four kids… now she is razvaluha… how you say… car that is falling apart,” Galina explained while looking down on the naked teenager.

Candy’s cocaine fueled mind raced wondering if she wanted to have kids and what carrying them and giving birth would do to her body. The she felt Galina mount her, like a man who was about to fuck her missionary, except Galina didn’t have a penis to push inside of her. Candy felt the springy hairs on Galina’s mons tickle her exposed labia. With Galina inside of Candy’s hips, she instinctively angled her vagina as if she were about to be penetrated, then arched her back as Galina’s body lowered onto hers and they met to kiss.

It was very strange to be kissing in that position for Candy and to not have a penis inside of her, or at least feel a penis; searching and prodding, wanting to enter her body. Even though Candy had a considerable amount of sex, compared to most nineteen-year-old girls, the overwhelming majority had either been with clients, solely interested in receiving the maximum amount of pleasure, which they were paying for, or arrogant college boys, taking from her as if they were owed. On occasion, the boyfriend who was cheating on her with Jenn, would have sex with her in a way where there was a small consideration for her pleasure.

Galina’s tongue swirled with Candy’s and Galina kissed her with such tenderness that Candy completely forgot how the woman had tormented her so many times. Candy had a distinct dislike of men who were nervous around her or came off as weak. The men she found herself most attracted to would hurt her, both emotionally and physically. In this sense, Galina should have been her ultimate crush as the woman rarely called her by her name, instead referred to her as ‘Cyka Blyat’ which, simply means ‘bitch whore’ in Russian. Galina was constantly intimidating Candy and pushing her to work more hours, see more clients, and make her more money. Had Galina been a man, Candy would have been immensely attracted.

*Oh my God… I’m not fucking my boss; I’m fucking my pimp!* Candy’s mind concluded.

“MMMnnnn!” Candy cooed while enjoying Galina’s expert kissing. She scooted her hips forward to press herself deeper into Galina’s mons. She felt her boss’ hands gently touch her face, then down her neck, playfully tweak her nipples, slide along her ribcage, encircle the curve of her ass, then touch her delicate lips.

Initially, Candy braced herself to be roughly manipulated with huge sausage fingers in her most tender spot, but Galina was incredibly thoughtful. With her nails gone, Galina lightly touched her exactly the way she would have touched herself; softly at first then with a soothing firmness. After a few moments of Galina’s touch, Candy completely submitted to her and eagerly awaited the next treat she would receive.

Without breaking their kiss, Galina inserted one finger into Candace’s vagina, and, to the girl, it felt divine. The foreplay had caused her to be exceptionally wet and that, coupled with Galina’s slender finger and superb technique, the penetration was a delight.

“Ohhhh!” Candy moaned as Galina gently stroked her g-spot, expertly.

“MMM!” she jolted slightly, feeling Galina include a second finger inside of her body. The additional space taken by her index finger was shocking at first and then euphoric, feeling both digits, working in tandem, stroking the sensitive spot, deep inside of her pussy.

“HAAA!” Candy exhaled as she felt a third finger.

Galina’s tongue danced in Candy’s mouth, while her left hand gently pulled at her rock-hard nipple, as her right hand began to incorporate her thumb, swirling Candy’s clitoris before dexterously fitting her pinky finger inside the sopping pussy.

“AHH!” Candy groaned, the stimulation was so much, but something was missing. Candy’s mind was awash in pleasure, but her favorite little button was not getting attention and she would need that if she truly wanted to orgasm. Through the turmoil of Galina’s thrusting, Candace longed to have one of her thin fingers inside of her quivering asshole. Ideally, she would have loved a thin, stubby cock in her asshole; the feeling of a penis was simply superior to any toy or digit to the girl. On top the preferential feeling of a penis, Candace relished in the surprise injection of boiling hot semen into her sensitive bowels. The feeling of completeness from being inseminated, vaginally or anally, was something Candace could never go without despite being currently in the throws of intensely pleasurable sex with a woman more than twice her age.

Galina increased the pace of her five-fingered pummeling of Candy’s g-spot and clitoris as the tiny girl held the woman’s back with desperation, terrified she’d fall off the desk she had so little control of how her body was reacting to the intense pleasure.

“Can you cum?” Galina asked, with a voice of authority.

“I… I… I don’t know… I’m close…,” Candace panted.

“You want me fuck your asshole?” Galina posed with a narrow eye without slowing her thrusting.

“Yes!” Candy screamed.

“Hmm… I figure as much,” Galina agreed.

She let go of Candy’s nipple and retracted her drenched fingers from Candace’s pussy who continued to wriggle on the table.

“I want more!” Candy begged.

Galina was fishing through a large drawer in the desk and not paying attention.

“More!” Candy screamed.

“More what? More pussy or more coke?” Galina teased.

“Both!” Candy demanded.

“Da… Da… cyka blyat…,” Galina soothed while she wrapped a thick leather belt around her waist that, upon closer inspection was more like a leather thong as it also went between her cheeks.

Candace began paying attention to what Galina was doing as it seemed whatever it was, it would be used on her.

There was a metal ring on the front that Galina unsnapped then began digging into the drawer.

“Big or little?”

“What?”

“Do you like big cock in your ass or little?” She clarified.

“OH! Umm… oh… little… very little…,” Candy nervously chattered.

“I thought so much…,” Galina soothed, stroking Candy’s hair.

Candy watched with great interest as Galina opened a box and took out a brand new, short, thin black dildo that appeared to be made of five or six elongated sections.

“Is it new?”

“I buy for you,” Galina smiled.

*She completely planned this!* Candace screamed in her head.

Galina pulled several wipes from a plastic sleeve on the desk and masturbated the knobby dick to clean it. At each stroke, Galina’s hand jolted as it encountered a new bump. Then she fastened the cock into the ring sitting in the middle of the leather patch on the front of the belt that was directly over Galina’s thick pubes.

“Now, something special for you,” Galina smiled.

Then she opened a small black bag and pulled out a syringe.

“No! NOOO! No needles!” Candace begged.

“I will not break the skin… you must trust me… there is no needle… look!” Galina replied, commandingly while showing the girl a dull plastic plunger with no sharp metal stinger attached.

Candace nervously watched the woman pour a small amount of cocaine into the cap of a bottle of water. She then poured half a mouthful of water into the cap and mixed the coke with the water using the dull syringe. Then she put the plastic tip into the cap and pulled back the plunger until a few milliliters of milky fluid was inside the thin syringe. With the drugs prepared, Galina pulled out a small bottle of lubricant and rubbed the plastic tube slick.

“You relax… you will love this!” Galina insisted then took a lubed finger and put pressure on Candace’s puckered asshole.

The feeling of pressure was spectacular to the girl, and she relished in the loving finger as Galina increased the force on her round little muscle until her ass accepted the finger inside.

“Oooohh!” Candy murmured with Galina’s small finger nestled snugly in her ass.

Galina moved the finger inside until she had smeared the slickness sufficiently, then retracted the finger with a small pop.

“Ahh!” Candy whimpered; sad the finger had left so soon.

Then, very carefully, Galina put the tip of the lubricated plastic plunger to the exact same spot and slid the tiny tube inside with ease.

Candace heart thumped as she watched Galina push the syringe into her asshole. Once the object was secure, the Russian woman pivoted her thumb to the plunger.

“Are you ready?”

Candy nodded.

Galina pushed on the plunger and Candace felt the pressure of a tiny amount of liquid being squirted inside of her ass. It felt very different than when Rick, her regular customer, would ejaculate semen into her bowels. The squirt from Galina’s syringe wasn’t hot and it didn’t pulse like a cock. At that point, Candace expected the woman to pull the syringe out, but she did not, she simply held the plastic in place then sat on the desk, her black dildo resting on Candace’s stomach. Galina stroked Candy’s hair with her free hand, touched her face, and drew small circles with her fingertips over her nipples.

Then, suddenly, it happened.

“HAAAAA!” Candy inhaled sharply. A massive rush of euphoria radiated through her body. The cocaine inside of her ass had quickly found its way to her blood stream and the exhilaration was otherworldly.

“UHH! UHHH! It’s soooo good!” Candace whimpered.

Galina stood up and pulled the small plunger out of Candace’s asshole while the girl continued to writhe on the table. Then reopened her desk and found a condom in the same bag from which she produced the dildo. Tearing the package open, Candy saw that it was a special condom, designed for a man who had a tiny cock, like her favorite client. Galina rolled the little condom onto the strapped-on dildo, then opened the tiny bottle of lubricant and dropped a fat dollop onto the condom and rubbed it in well.

Galina fished in the drawer and quickly found a massive Hitachi Magic Wand and cleaned the ball on the end with an alcohol while then plugged in the cord after smearing a healthy amount of lube onto the head which she placed right against Candace’s small vagina. The expanse of the instrument covered her from above her clit to her perineum. Then Galina flipped on the switch.

BBBBBBWWWWRRRRRR!!

It was the lowest setting, but the thousand tiny oscillations per second radiated through Candace’s vagina. Her clitoris immediately shot an electric current up her spine to her brain and the girl was instantly at the same level of pleasure she was when Galina was adeptly fisting her.

Lost in her moment, Candace opened her hips to fully accept the magic wand and all the pleasures it was bringing her. With her legs splayed open and the experienced woman choreographing her pleasure, she felt a hard tip pressing into her asshole.

“Uh! Uh-huh!” Candace begged, feeling the pressure build until the black dildo penetrated her asshole and quickly slide, stopping at the first notch, locking in place in her ass.

“UH!” She grunted sharply.

Continuing her march, Galina pushed again until the second section was inside, then the third, then the fourth.

“HHHAAA… EEEEEE!” Candace sang when Galina increased the intensity of the vibrating wand. Like a masterful concert conductor, Galina retracted from the fourth notch to the second and then pushed back into the third.

Candace panted and pulled at her nipples while Galina vibrated the entirety of her vagina while jumping the dildo inside of her from level to level.

Push in to four!

Pull back to one!

Push in to three!

Push in again to four!

PUSH IN TO FIVE!

“UGGGHHH!!!” Candy screamed in pleasure with the thin dildo inside of her deeper than any object had ever been while the magic wand manhandled her sensitive bits. She had pulled her nipples so hard it was painful, but the pain was pleasure, and every sensation was astonishingly intense; her pussy, her asshole, her nipples, and, most of all, the drugs.

“HUHHH!! UGGGGG!! RRRRAAAAAA!!” she wailed, orgasming so loudly the entire parlor probably heard her.

Galina turned the vibrator down to the lowest setting, allowing Candace to ease back into reality. She pulled the dildo out to four then waited. Three… two… one… exited.

Candace was sweating with intensity, laying on her back.

Galina unhooked the dildo and returned it to her drawer then climbed onto the desk and scooped Candace up like a child and cradled her sweetly.

Reaching up, Candace wrapped her arms around Galina’s neck and nuzzled her face into her large breasts.

“Are you happy?” Galina asked Candace.

“Yes,” she mewed sweetly.

*Oh my God, I might be in love with this woman!* Thought the cocaine addled teenager who had just explosively orgasmed on top of an old office desk in the back of a seedy massage parlor.

“Da… Da… cyka blyat… now, when you bring Jenn to back alley… men will grab Jenn and take her in van. When they do, you say nothing. You will never say the name Jenn again… you understand?” She instructed.

“Yes, Galina,” Candy murmured.

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