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That’s when the masseuse started massaging Trixie's glutes, which repeatedly pressed her mound against the table. She didn’t notice her arousal at first until the warmth had already spread outwards. When did that happen? Her body was so relaxed at this point that she was on the verge of releasing. It would be near impossible to stop at this point. More importantly, she could tell that this was not a mild orgasm in the making. It was building to her whirligig, the explosion that she had no choice but to ride out.

Trixie thought back to everything she had drunk since last night. A cocktail in the bar, a bottle of mead all by herself, and a beer after the race. Alcohol didn’t replenish her fluids. If anything, it dried her out more. Trixie was empty. When she had her largest orgasm more than once in a day, especially without properly hydrating first, it was always rough going.

She had to think fast. A bathroom would do the trick. She could lock the door and rub herself out on the floor before losing consciousness. The heat warbled inside her belly to signal that she would detonate soon. They were almost like contractions, complete with shortening intervals. It wouldn’t be long now. She had to find someplace private fast.

Trixie turned over and sat up to face her masseuse for the first time, only to find Cy staring back at her. Cy... was her masseuse.

That’s when everything fell into place. The familiar way Cy addressed the bartender. He worked at the hotel. The way Cy leaned tiredly at the bar. He just got off work. The smell of lavender when they first met. It all made sense. He had even arranged this diamond spa treatment as a way of cleverly surprising her with his profession, but there was no time for that now. She wouldn’t be able to flee anymore.

“Cy, it’s coming. Whatever you did to me, it’s coming. You set me off again.”

“It’s coming? What’s coming?

Her nethers ignited. Trixie scrunched up her fists in his shirt, already panting from the approaching heat in her body.

“Oh, it’s coming,” he finally deduced.

“YES,” she barely ma

naged. Trixie was already finding it difficult to think. “I need you to take me.”

“What, you mean...?.”

“I need you to be the water I lack.”

Trixie pulled him forward, held his face between her hands, and forced him to make eye contact.

“I’ve always been safe Cy. I’m even on the pill. I know we’re strangers, but do you trust me?”

She could sense his impulse to look away. Cy wanted to consider his thoughts in that place where he went, but she wouldn’t let him. She needed him to see her urgency in this moment. Yes there was desire, but it was also necessity. If anybody could do it, he could. He had done it once already. Cy was her unicorn.

He nodded earnestly.

“Then fuck me Cy. So help me I need you in me right now.”

Trixie slid her naked ass to the edge of his table and pushed her engorged labia towards him. Cy had his belt off in an instant, pushed his boxers and pants down together, and pulled out a fully-formed, vein-pulsing erection.

Cy was already leaking out of himself in a light dribble. Trixie’s slit was already coated in lavender oil from his inner thigh massage. Nothing could keep them apart.

“Here.”

He placed his belt, now folded, in her mouth. The shockwave erupted in her body. Trixie urged him to hurry in a muffled cry. She felt like screaming, but couldn't, and bit down on his belt instead. That's when Cy drove himself up her gash. Trixie detonated at the precise moment that his cock mushroomed, propelling a river of cum up the furnace of her cunt. It was exactly what Trixie needed. She moaned as his shaft hardened and her cleft willingly took each thrust.

The last thought Trixie had before passing out was that Cy must have been erect the whole time he was giving her a massage… and how deliciously unprofessional that was of him.

When her mind became lucid again, she found herself lying on the massage table alone in the spa room. The robe from earlier had been placed over top of her otherwise naked body.

“Cy?”

She heard the sound of water running in an adjoining room, from which he emerged. His pants were already belted up again. He walked over and sat on the table beside her, putting an around Trixie's shoulders. She leaned against him, enjoying the feel of his body.

“Did anybody hear me?”

“I don’t think so. You took to the belt really well. Those teeth marks are permanent now,” he said, pointing to a set of crescent dimples in the leather. “And even if they did hear you, it’s not unheard of for women to orgasm during massage. It happens more than you think.”

“How long was I out?”

“A few minutes, but you were also mumbling in your sleep.”

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