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‘This is beyond unprofessional. Grossly unethical and if caught, could get me blacklisted from working at any luxury medical spa within the nearest town’ Big thought to himself.
Currently, he was pressed against the massage table, staring intensely at the chipped plaster clinging to the ceiling. It was starting to turn yellow and forming a collection of cobwebs.
‘Shit, we should really clean this place.’
He is kinda surprised that his manager hasn’t said anything about it yet. Khun Pin often complained to him about needing to keep the spa spotless and lavish for their refined clientele.
‘Can’t have them staring at chipped paint or dust settling into the room. The absolute horror’ he rolled his eyes.
Apart from minor issues, Big actually liked his job. The pay was decent, his clients (although bougie as hell) weren’t too annoying and it was relatively close to where he lived. Plus, his co-workers understood that he wasn’t a social butterfly and mostly left him alone to his work. It was probably the best place he has worked at since becoming a massage therapist.
However, his mind was quickly brought back to his current dilemma. He found himself having to bite down on his tongue in order to keep quiet. Yet, that was becoming harder and harder by the minute.
He swallowed a deep groan as Porsche continued to leave a trail of kisses down his neck and chest.
Oh, that’s right. So lost in thought, he briefly forgot that Porsche had wedged him against the massage table, too hyper-focused on sucking every inch of his body. But thankfully, Porsche knew the rules: nothing above the collar to avoid suspicion.
His shirt was long gone the moment he entered the room. ‘I just hope that he didn’t rip it this time’ Big grumbled. He’d gave Pin some bullshit excuse last time to why it looked like he had been in a fight after a particular session with a client.
And although he really shouldn’t encourage him, Big found his hand trailing up and down his stomach. He smirked as he felt the muscles quiver and a sigh leave Porsche’s lips.
First it was Kinn, now it was Porsche trying to seduce him. Big knew that should put a stop their antics. Not only was it unprofessional, he really didn’t want to give off the impression that he provided his clients with ‘happy endings.’
His five-star reviews shouldn’t include giving the ‘best blowjobs’ in the description.
Still he couldn’t deny that it was an exciting feeling having two handsome men court him.
Nonetheless, Big still had a ton of questions: Were they trying to date him solo or together? Did they discuss any of this at all and just forgot to tell him? Their relationships dynamic really left him confused at times.
“Big please, you know you shouldn’t tease me like this.” Porsche whined near his ear.
‘Tease you! That’s rich. You’re the one shirtless, wedged in between my legs trying to dry hump me to death’ Big scowled inwardly.
And as much as he hated to admit, the seduction was definitely working. Seeing Porsche on his knees was such a beautiful sight.
After working with both Kinn and Porsche, he noticed a shift in their interactions with him. The flirting had gotten even more blatant, along with the generous gifts, sometimes to the whole spa.
The invitations to fancy dinners and events (dates??) were becoming an increasingly common occurrence.
His coworkers often teased him saying how lucky he was to have TWO generous boyfri… clients who adored him. Big was definitely annoyed.
Yeah, it was safe to say that he was beyond compromised at this point.