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Chapter 2: Anil (Act 5)
Lina, the seasoned massage therapist, had grown accustomed to the various idiosyncrasies of her clients. However, Anil was no ordinary customer. Two weeks had passed since their last encounter, an experience that left her with more than just bruised muscles.
Her boss had instructed her to attend to the last client of the day, a task she had performed countless times. She entered the room, securing it behind her, and began her routine. The figure on the massage table was already undressed, facing down.
Lina's hands glided over the familiar contours of a muscular back, her fingers tracing the lines of a tattoo she knew all too well. Her breath hitched as recognition dawned, and she froze, her heart pounding in her chest. The tattoo belonged to Anil, the man who had left her bruised and shaken two weeks ago. She had hoped never to see him again, but here he was, lying naked on her massage table, his face still hidden in the cushion.
Anil sensed her stillness and slowly turned to face her. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers. "Lina," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been waiting for this."
Lina gathered her composure, her professionalism kicking in. "Anil," she acknowledged, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I thought we were done after last time."
Anil didn't respond immediately. Instead, he flipped onto his back, exposing his fully erect dick. He took her hand, already slick with oil, and guided it to his length. "I need you, Lina. I need you to finish what you started."
Lina's hand trembled as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her mind racing. She remembered the last time, the way he had taken control, the bruises that had taken weeks to heal. She pulled her hand away, her voice firm. "No, Anil. What happened last time was a mistake. I won't do it again."
Anil's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't push her. Instead, he reached for his phone, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen. He turned it to face her, showing a picture of her naked and covered in cum. The sight made her stomach churn. "Delete it, Anil," she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disgust.
He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I will. On one condition."
Lina shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "No, Anil. Whatever you're thinking, the answer is no."
Anil's smirk faded, his expression turning serious. "You know I can share this with your boss. It'll reach your husband eventually. Is that what you want?"
Anil's smirk was as sleazy as it was triumphant as he waved Lina's nude picture in her face, the evidence of her shame and his power. The massage parlor was empty, the hour late, and Lina was at his mercy. She had made a mistake in the past, allowing him to take such a picture, and now he held it over her head like a sword.
"Delete it," Lina demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disgust.
Anil shook his head, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Not until you give me what I want."
Lina's heart sank as she realized what he was asking for. She had hoped he would simply delete the picture and let her move on, but Anil was not one to let an opportunity pass him by. He wanted to push her, to degrade her, and Lina knew she had no choice but to comply.
With tears in her eyes, Lina began to undress, her fingers trembling as she removed her clothes. Anil watched with a hungry grin, his eyes roving over her body with blatant desire. Lina felt violated, exposed, but she knew there was nothing she could do.
Anil approached her, his hands reaching out to grope and suck her ample breasts. Lina closed her eyes, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure despite her disgust. Anil's mouth was hot and wet on her nipples, his tongue flicking and swirling in a way that made her heart race.
He moved lower, his mouth finding her wet cunt, his tongue delving deep inside her. Lina moaned, her hips bucking as Anil's fingers joined his tongue, probing and exploring her most intimate places. She felt herself growing wetter, her body betraying her as Anil brought her to the brink of orgasm.
But Anil was not done yet. He positioned himself on the bed, his dick hard and ready. He ordered Lina to suck him, and despite her disgust, she found herself complying. Anil's dick was big and hard in her mouth, and Lina couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation as she sucked and licked him.
Anil then moved on to get a boob job, and Lina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It was better than what he had been doing, and Lina found herself growing more and more aroused despite herself. She moaned as Anil sucked and licked her nipples, his hands kneading her breasts in a way that made her body tingle with pleasure.
Lina, the seasoned massage therapist, had grown accustomed to the various idiosyncrasies of her clients. However, Anil was no ordinary customer. Two weeks had passed since their last encounter, an experience that left her with more than just bruised muscles.
Her boss had instructed her to attend to the last client of the day, a task she had performed countless times. She entered the room, securing it behind her, and began her routine. The figure on the massage table was already undressed, facing down.
Lina's hands glided over the familiar contours of a muscular back, her fingers tracing the lines of a tattoo she knew all too well. Her breath hitched as recognition dawned, and she froze, her heart pounding in her chest. The tattoo belonged to Anil, the man who had left her bruised and shaken two weeks ago. She had hoped never to see him again, but here he was, lying naked on her massage table, his face still hidden in the cushion.
Anil sensed her stillness and slowly turned to face her. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers. "Lina," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I've been waiting for this."
Lina gathered her composure, her professionalism kicking in. "Anil," she acknowledged, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "I thought we were done after last time."
Anil didn't respond immediately. Instead, he flipped onto his back, exposing his fully erect dick. He took her hand, already slick with oil, and guided it to his length. "I need you, Lina. I need you to finish what you started."
Lina's hand trembled as she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her mind racing. She remembered the last time, the way he had taken control, the bruises that had taken weeks to heal. She pulled her hand away, her voice firm. "No, Anil. What happened last time was a mistake. I won't do it again."
Anil's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't push her. Instead, he reached for his phone, his fingers moving swiftly over the screen. He turned it to face her, showing a picture of her naked and covered in cum. The sight made her stomach churn. "Delete it, Anil," she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disgust.
He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. "I will. On one condition."
Lina shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "No, Anil. Whatever you're thinking, the answer is no."
Anil's smirk faded, his expression turning serious. "You know I can share this with your boss. It'll reach your husband eventually. Is that what you want?"
Anil's smirk was as sleazy as it was triumphant as he waved Lina's nude picture in her face, the evidence of her shame and his power. The massage parlor was empty, the hour late, and Lina was at his mercy. She had made a mistake in the past, allowing him to take such a picture, and now he held it over her head like a sword.
"Delete it," Lina demanded, her voice shaking with anger and disgust.
Anil shook his head, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Not until you give me what I want."
Lina's heart sank as she realized what he was asking for. She had hoped he would simply delete the picture and let her move on, but Anil was not one to let an opportunity pass him by. He wanted to push her, to degrade her, and Lina knew she had no choice but to comply.
With tears in her eyes, Lina began to undress, her fingers trembling as she removed her clothes. Anil watched with a hungry grin, his eyes roving over her body with blatant desire. Lina felt violated, exposed, but she knew there was nothing she could do.
Anil approached her, his hands reaching out to grope and suck her ample breasts. Lina closed her eyes, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure despite her disgust. Anil's mouth was hot and wet on her nipples, his tongue flicking and swirling in a way that made her heart race.
He moved lower, his mouth finding her wet cunt, his tongue delving deep inside her. Lina moaned, her hips bucking as Anil's fingers joined his tongue, probing and exploring her most intimate places. She felt herself growing wetter, her body betraying her as Anil brought her to the brink of orgasm.
But Anil was not done yet. He positioned himself on the bed, his dick hard and ready. He ordered Lina to suck him, and despite her disgust, she found herself complying. Anil's dick was big and hard in her mouth, and Lina couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation as she sucked and licked him.
Anil then moved on to get a boob job, and Lina couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It was better than what he had been doing, and Lina found herself growing more and more aroused despite herself. She moaned as Anil sucked and licked her nipples, his hands kneading her breasts in a way that made her body tingle with pleasure.
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