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Lotus Spring Salon

Author's Note: The opinions and attitudes of the characters within are theirs and do not represent the views of the author.

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'Honk! Honk! Honk!'

"Where'd you learn to drive!?" Rachel screamed at the blue Toyota as she accelerated past.

It was a pointless effort since both the Toyota's and her own windows were up. She swerved into the Toyota's lane, cutting the other driver off and hoping they had to slam on their brakes. Rachel mashed the gas and glanced at her car clock. She was already twelve minutes late for her manicure and massage session. Her last morning meeting had run long.

The new junior vice president had taken the time to rub her new promotion in everyone's faces, especially Rachel's. The only reason she'd gotten it was because she was black. It was a position Rachel had broken her back for and had rightly earned. And she thought she had sealed the deal by sleeping with that disgusting pig man in human resources. The recollection of the experience made her skin crawl.

His fat belly slapping against her over and over. Him wheezing in time with every thrust of his tiny dick. The way his eyes bulged out of his head and his tongue hung out of his mouth when he came. He fell down on top of her when he was done and for a moment he'd stopped breathing and Rachel had silently wished he'd collapsed and died of a heart attack. She took two showers when she got home.

But in spite of all her hard work, the junior VP promotion had gone to that black bitch.

Rachel made a hard right turn into the parking lot of her nail salon, squealing tires and ignoring the pedestrian who scrambled to get out of her way. She jumped out of her car and moved as quickly as her high heels would allow. An east Asian woman in her 20s greeted her with a smile as she pushed her way into the Lotus Spring Salon.

"Hello, welcome to Lotus Spring. Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist said.

"Yes, with Lynn," Rachel replied.

The receptionist turned and punched several keys on her computer's keyboard. "I'm sorry," she turned back to Rachel frowning, "that appointment was at 1100."

Rachel shrugged, "And? I'm a couple minutes late."

"Well as you know, there's a ten minute grace period regarding appointments. If a customer is more than ten minutes late, they forfeit their appointment slot."

"First of all," Rachel brought her index finger up in front of the receptionist's face and jabbed the long nail at her, "don't tell me what I know. I've been coming here for four years. You've been working here, what? Four weeks? " Rachel lifted another finger, "Second, it's only," she paused and consulted the time on her iPhone. "It's only 11:14."

"I'm sorry ma'am but-".

"No!" Rachel interjected. "I don't want to hear about any 'buts', I wanna hear: 'Yes ma'am, happy to see you ma'am, right this way ma'am."

The receptionist shifted her weight from leg to leg, clearly uncomfortable with the exchange. "If there was anything I could do..." the receptionist said.

"Well you'd better do something!" Rachel flung her hands in the air.

The receptionist hesitated for a moment then left the desk and walked out onto the salon floor. Rachel craned her head around the corner. The receptionist walked up to a middle aged Asian woman. She gestured wildly and pointed back towards Rachel. When the other woman stepped clear, Rachel recognized her as Lynn, the person her appointment was scheduled with. And her chair was open!

Rachel raced out onto the salon floor. The two women stopped their conversation and turned to look at her as she approached.

"I'm here for my appointment," Rachel said as she made a beeline for Lynn's chair.

Lynn stepped in front her, blocking her path. "You were late so someone else took your time slot."

"But there's nobody here!" Rachel waved her hands at the empty chair.

"They're on their way," Lynn said.

"But-it was like ten or fifteen minutes. I've been coming here for years and you're gonna screw me over a couple minutes?" Rachel was getting louder by the moment.

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. It's the policy," Lynn said.

Rachel noted that when she said 'sorry' it sounded more like 'Sorry I'm not sorry.'

"Where's May?" Rachel asked, referring to the manager.

"May's out of the shop today," Lynn said.

Lynn stepped away and began sorting through the cosmetic supplies at her station. Her smug look was making Rachel's blood boil. She clenched her fists and seriously debated thumping Lynn on the back of the head, forcing her down to the tiled floor and making her drink nail polish remover until it burned a hole in her throat.

Their exchange had already drawn glances from other customers and Rachel decided to spare herself any further indignity. Fine. She'd make a special trip back to the shop tomorrow when May was back and deal with Lynn. In the meantime Rachel would try to salvage her time at the salon.

Rachel took a deep breath and let it out. "You know what? My nails look good already anyway," Rachel lifted her voice and tried to disguise the rage still coursing through her. She fanned her nails out in front of her then buffed them on the bottom edge of her blouse. "I'll just skip the 'mani' and go straight to the massage."

"With Ming right?" Lynn said but didn't stop organizing the bottles on her counter.

"That's correct," Rachel replied.

Lynn stopped straightenng and looked at her watch. "She's busy right now," Lynn said and went back to cleaning up, as if the matter was resolved.

"What do you mean she's busy?" Rachel was losing control again. The receptionist took a step away, eyeing Rachel like a dangerous dog that might lash out and bite anyone nearby.

"I mean she's busy," Lynn spoke without looking up. "You weren't scheduled for your massage until after your manicure...which you were late for. She's in with another customer right now."

Rachel was about to go through the roof. An older woman in the middle of having her nails done was completely turned around in her chair watching her. Rachel closed her eyes and counted to four. It was as close to ten as she could manage at the moment.

"Well what am I supposed to do in the meantime?" Rachel said.

Lynn shrugged, "Wait I guess."

The receptionist decided to make a run for it and scurried back toward the front desk. Rachel rubbed her temples. It wasn't just the inconvenience of how this had all unfolded, it was Lynn's non-chalant attitude. Yes, Rachel would definitely be back tomorrow to deal with her. She would have Lynn's job before all was said and done.

Lynn stepped back from her station, admiring her work. She started for a moment when she turned to see Rachel still standing there. "You know," Lynn said as she wiped off her hands, "if you're that impatient, Young-jin is free right now. He could see you."

Young-jin was one of the other massage therapists at the salon. Rachel had seen him around before but had never received work from him. She had never had a massage from a man before...at least not one she had paid for. The very idea of it was absurd to her.

Rachel folded her arms. "No, I'm quite sure that won't work for me."

"Oh right, I should've figured...," Lynn waved her hand dismissively at Rachel. "You know, never mind. I figured you'd be afraid to try him which is why I didn't bring it up." Lynn turned and began walking away.

Rachel practically ran after her and grabbed her by the shoulder to get her to stop. "Excuse me? Afraid? Afraid of what?"

Lynn let out a long sigh. "Look, you can either take the massage or not take the massage. If not, there's some magazines over there somewhere. I'll let Ming know you're here and she'll see you when she's finished."

Rachel had never been talked to in this manner, much less by some stuck up wannabe jade princess. She knew eyes were on her and she wasn't about to back down. She pushed past Lynn without another word and started toward the back of the shop where the massage rooms were located.

There was a short hallway at the back of the main floor that led to a small waiting area with a tacky, grey faux leather couch. Clients were usually led back to this room and offered bottled water while they waited for their massage therapist to greet them. Past the waiting area was another hallway with doors to the three massage rooms. Rachel continued through the waiting area to the massage rooms. The first door she came to was where Ming usually worked. The door was closed. Rachel walked to the second room and found it empty. Young-jin suddenly came out of the last room as she approached, startling her.

"So, sorry ma'am, I not mean to alarm you. I hear someone in the hall," Young-jin said, slightly bowing. He had a noticeable accent. It wouldn't matter. Rachel rarely talked during her massage sessions as there was little she had in common with these people.

Rachel looked him up and down but didn't speak as she walked past him into the room. Like the other providers, he was dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants. He was rail thin and looked to be in his late 20s or early 30s but it was hard to tell with Asians. He could just as well have been in his late teens or early 40s. His dark hair was too long in the front and hung over his eybrows in a haircut that was far too effeminate for Rachel's taste. He wasn't ugly but then, she wasn't attracted to Asian guys anyway.

"You're here for massage?" Young-jin asked?

"Uhh, yeah, why else would I be here?" Rachel replied.

"Sorry, I not get lots of customers," Young-jin said.

Rachel turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

"No, not because I'm bad," Young-jin chuckled. "Most women like massage by woman."

"Yeah, well, I guess today's your lucky day." Rachel walked toward the chair in the corner, kicking off her high heels as she went. The room was dominated by a massage table in the center of the room, covered in white towels. In addition to the chair in the corner, there was a counter with a stack of towels and a cabinet which held scented oils and lotions. There was also a box containing hot towels. A digital clock with a large green readout sat on an end table next to the chair. Rachel reached the chair and began unbuttoning her blouse before pausing to glance over her shoulder. She cleared her throat.

"Oh, excuse me," Young-jin said. "You get comfortable now, take your time." He backed out of the room and shut the door.

"Perv," Rachel muttered.

She removed her blouse and hung it on one of the hangers above the chairs. She laid her skirt over the back of the chair and unhooked her bra and laid it with the skirt. She started tugging her panties down her legs but then reconsidered. She usually fully disrobed for her massage sessions but this time it was a guy providing the service. Rachel pulled her panties back up and retrieved a towel from the counter. She draped it over her back and laid on the table. She reached up to let her long blonde hair out of its bun but decided to leave it up and out of the way. She put her head into the face cradle and closed her eyes.

Young-jin knocked at the door several minutes later and waited until Rachel told him to come in. Rachel heard him moving items around in the cabinet.

"Do you like oil or lotion?" Young-jin asked.

"Oil and non-scented," Rachel said. No need to go back to the office smelling like jasmine, green tea, or bamboo.

Rachel tensed up when Young-jin came and stood next to her. "It is fine," he said, apparently sensing her nervousness.

Rachel was pleasantly surprised when Young-jin touched the back of her shoulders. Despite his slim frame, he had strong hands. And while Rachel had worried that his hands might be cold, they were quite the opposite. They were warm, bordering on hot, as if he'd dipped them in a bucket of boiling water before he came back to the room.

Rachel felt her stress being squeezed away as Young-jin kneaded the flesh on her back. He was getting into the muscles and tissues as well as Ming or any of the other workers. He moved from her back to her arms. Rachel gave slight resistance when he lifted her arm. Laying as she was, Young-jin would undoubtably be treated to a good view of her side boob.

"It's the closest he'll ever get," Rachel thought as she surrendered her arm.

Young-jin's hands worked her neck next. Rachel found herself actually lifting her head out of the cradle to meet his hands as he thumbed the back of her neck. Young-jin gently guided her head back down to the table and continued to let his fingers play along her skin. When his fingertips traced along her jawline to her ears, her whole body shivered.

"Are you cold?" Young-jin asked. "I get you another towel."

"No I'm fine," Rachel said sheepishly. That had never happened during any of her trips to the salon.

Rachel's neck began to feel limp as Young-jin ran his fingers under her chin and framed her cheeks with his hands. She had to stifle a moan when he pinched and tugged her earlobes and was both grateful and disappointed when he removed his hands.

Young-jin shifted the towel higher onto Rachel's body, exposing her legs four inches below her butt. Rachel heard him moving around and felt him drape a towel over her left leg. His hands came down on the back of her right thigh, plying the muscle. His hands only touched the back and outer side of her thigh, staying far away from her inner thigh. The other providers had always massaged her entire thigh and Young-jin's oversight was distracting. Rachel chalked it up to him being afraid of being accused of being unprofessional. Even still, it felt like she wasn't getting a full massage.

Young-jin continued down her leg to the back of her knee. Rachel giggled when he touched her.

"Sorry, I don't mean to tickle," he said.

"No, it's fine," Rachel said. "I've always been sensitive there." She was surprised with how comfortable she was starting to feel with him. Any reservation about having a male masseur was gone.

Young-jin didn't linger on the back of her knee and moved to her calf and foot. When he was done, he moved the towel covering her left leg to her right one and began to massage the back of her left thigh. As he worked, Rachel parted her legs slightly and shifted to the left, hoping he'd do the entire leg this time. As with the right leg, he stayed on the back and outside of her thigh.

Rachel spoke up when he moved toward her knee. "Hey, you missed a spot."

"Huh?"

"You missed this entire area," Rachel reached back and patted her left inner thigh. "Both legs actually."

"Yes, most customer don't like me to touch there," Young-jin said.

"Well I'm paying for a full massage so I expect a full massage."

"Yes ma'am," Young-jin said.

Rachel was pleased to feel his hands traveling back up her leg. He passed them along the back of her thigh a few times before moving toward the inside. It was only there for a moment and then it moved to the back of her thigh. He treated her leg like this the entire way, never daring to go more than an inch or two inside and never there for more than a few seconds. Rachel was actually getting a little annoyed. It was great that he wasn't trying to molest her but he needed to do his damned job.

She sat up on her elbows and turned to face him. "Are you afraid to touch me?"

"I don't want to be unproper," he said.

"Improper," Rachel corrected him. "I'm not gonna pay for this massage if you're gonna do a shit job. Now come on," she said and laid her head back down.

She felt his hands start over at the top of her thigh. She let out a long, exaggerated sigh when she felt him doing the same tentative back and forth routine. He stopped for a moment and then returned to the top of her thigh. This time, as he brought his hand over her thigh, he continued around her thigh until his hand touched the table between her legs. Rachel felt a fluttering in her stomach as his fingers pressed along her skin. He moved quickly and was done far too soon. He moved the towel from her right to her left leg and began redoing the massage on her right leg.

"A little slower this time," Rachel said, "And you can go a little higher."

Rachel felt him move about a half inch up her leg and then back down. She let out another loud fake sigh. Young-jin moved his hand back up until he was at the edge of the towel covering her back. He lingered there for a moment and then moved his fingertips beneath it. Rachel felt a jolt of excitement as his fingers stroked skin. Having his warm hands so high on her legs almost made her want him to keep going up. She parted her legs a bit more but instead of up, he moved his hands down her leg.

"You may turn over now," Young-jin announced when he finished. "I will turn around."

Rachel propped herself up and rolled onto her back. She positioned the towel over her torso, just above the top of her breasts. Young-jin offered her a towel to place under her head and then draped towels over her legs. He then moved in and began running his fingers over her neck. It felt more sensual this time around, being face to face. Rachel kept her eyes shut as his palms slid over her throat. His movements were smooth and slow and Rachel once again felt herself being drawn up toward him.

Young-jin's fingertips followed one another under her chin and then up to her lips. She kissed them before she even realized what she was doing. He continued moving his fingertips over her face, gently pressing against her cheekbones. His hands smelled a little like cinnamon. He gently massaged her temples and forehead before moving his fingers back down over her lips. He traced them along her upper and lower lips and Rachel parted her lips and kissed his fingers again.

He withdraw his fingers and patted her gently on her head. "All done, I let you get dressed. Water?"

Rachel opened her eyes and looked around the room. Everything looked hazy. Young-jin was moving toward the door.

"Wait a minute," she called out to him.

Young-jin turned to face her, looking puzzled.

Rachel bit the inside of her cheek, not sure if she wanted to ask what she was about to ask. She had reached an understanding with the other masseuses. Although the manager would surely frown on it, Rachel tipped generously and in exchange, at the conclusion of her massage, they would massage her breasts as well. She wasn't into women and didn't get off on it, but having them handled always put the punctuation mark on a good session and sent her back to work stress free.

"Do you umm...do you do any other massage?" Rachel wasn't sure how best to frame her request.

"No Swedish, just Asian," Young-jin said.

"No what I mean is, do you massage anywhere else?" Rachel could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

"Massage else? Massage where?" Young-jin said, still clearly not understanding where this was headed.

"Do you uhh...," Rachel cleared her throat. "Do you...could you massage here too?" she made a circular motion above her chest with her hand.

Young-jin's eyes went wide. "Ohhhh, no, we not do that kind of massage."

Rachel felt like the opportunity was going to slip away from her. She sat up on the table but kept the towel pressed against her chest. "No it's fine. I'll tip extra."

"I'll get in trouble," Young-jin said.

"No, you won't, I won't tell anyone," she motioned him over. "I just need a little bit."

Young-jin stood motionless by the door, seeming to consider her proposal. "Just a little bit," he raised a finger to accentuate his insistance.

Rachel grinned and laid back down on the table. Young-jin walked back over and stood at the head of the table, behind Rachel. After seeming to think it over again, he brought his hands down on Rachel's upper chest, just below her neck. It was a full minute before he slid his hands down to the edge of the towel. He placed his fingertips at the tops of her breasts and massaged them with a circular motion. He moved the towel slightly lower and pressed into her flesh with more confidence. His fingers touched the outer edge of her breasts and then back to the top.
Young-jin's motions were causing Rachel's tits to bounce, which was rubbing her hard nipples against the towel. Each time they grazed the fabric, they sent a spark through her body. As much as she didn't want to admit it, it was quickly becoming evident to her that getting a breast massage from a guy was different than it had been from the women.

Young-jin seemed to grow bolder by the minute. His hands were now slipping below the edge of the towel into her cleavage. His pace also seemed to slow considerably every time he put them between her breasts. Rachel wasn't sure exactly where she wanted him to stop. Her pulse had quickened and the entire experience seemed mischievous to her. At this point Young-jin was essentially squeezing her tits underneath the towel but had stopped just short of her nipples. They cried out to be touched.

While Young-jin's hands were beneath the towel with his hands filled with her breasts, Rachel casually arched her back, moving them higher in his hands. She kept moving until his hands brushed over her nipples. Rachel couldn't help letting a moan escape her lips. Embarrassed, she worked quickly to misdirect.

"Hey, watch what you're doing," she said, seeking to shift the blame to Young-jin.

"Sorry, ma'am," he said quickly and pulled his hands away.

"No, don't stop, just be careful." Rachel reached back and grabbed his wrists and moved his hands back to her chest.

It took a couple minutes for him to regain his nerve and wander back below the towel. Rachel felt the need to have her nipples touched again. Just as before, she arched her back little by little until Young-jin's palms skimmed over her nipples. She bit down on her tongue to keep from making noise. Young-jin froze with his hands completely over Rachel's tits but when she didn't do anything, he began squeezing again, now openly touching her nipples.

Rachel clenched and rubbed her thighs together as she squirmed beneath his hands. Things had gotten well out of hand. Never in a million years would she have expected to find herself letting some Chinese guy fondle her bare tits in a massage room. She knew he could hear her heavy breathing as he pinched and stroked her nipples. The towel had slid so far down that her breasts were almost completely exposed. Rachel reached up and tugged it free, showing herself to Young-jin. His hands slowed for a moment but didn't stop. Even with her eyes closed, Rachel knew he was staring at her breasts. They were full but not overly so. Enough for her to show off impressive cleavage at work when she needed to, but they weren't so large that her back hurt.

Rachel was growing wild with passion. In the past, once the masseuse had massaged for as long as they cared for, they left Rachel by herself to get dressed. Only on one occasion had she felt the need to pleasure herself before getting dressed and returning to work. Things were different this time. She wanted more. She needed more.

Young-jin was standing at the top of her head massaging her. In his position, his dick was just beyond her forehead. With his dark slacks it was difficult to determine whether he was enjoying the massage as much as she was.

Rachel extended her arms up past her head and reached back past Young-jin. She brought her hands up and stroked the backs of his thighs. He flexed his knees but didn't stop massaging, which she took as a good sign. She slowly slid her hands up the back of his legs until she felt the roundness of his butt. His butt muscles clenched and he showed his fingers on her breasts. Rachel gently squeezed him.

Young-jin cleared his throat. "What you are doing?"

"It's fine, just keep going," Rachel said.

Young-jin resumed fondling her. When he did, Rachel sank her fingertips into his cheeks with more determination. She could still feel the tension in the muscles.

Taking a gamble, Rachel tipped her head back and pulled Young-jin toward her at the same time. He resisted moving at first but Rachel gave his butt a strong tug, knocking him off balance. With his hands full, Young-jin couldn't keep himself from rocking forward. The movement caused his dick to bump into her forehead. Rachel grinned when she felt that it was hard.

"I'm very sorry," Young-jin released her tits and took a step back.

Rachel opened her eyes and rolled onto her stomach. Young-jin had placed his hands in front of his crotch and was staring at the floor. Rachel reached out for his wrist and he took another step back out of her reach.

"I said it's ok," Rachel said. She wiggled her fingers at him. "Come back, you haven't finished."

Young-jin shifted from one leg to the other.

"Please...," Rachel said, "I umm...like that you find my body exciting."

She rolled back onto her back and waved her hands at him. He took a half step toward her and then another. When he was within range, she grabbed his wrists. She closed her eyes again.

His pulse was quick beneath her fingertips. She pulled his arms and he allowed her to put his hands back on her breasts. She squeezed herself with his hands until he started touching her on his own again. Rachel moved her hands back to his butt. She felt him tense up like before.

"Yesss, just keep going," Rachel cooed when he thumbed her nipples. Rachel pulled him closer. She felt his body tremble. "Do not stop," Rachel did her best to sound authoritative. He didn't resist as Rachel brought him towards her. When his dick pressed against her forehead, he started trembling but didn't stop moving his hands. Rachel moved her face against him. When he didn't respond, she moved her head back until her mouth was against his pants-covered cock. She opened her mouth and nipped it causing him to moan loudly.

Rachel could hardly believe what she was doing. Young-jin's ass cheeks began to clench rhythmically as he pushed his dick back and forth against her lips. He was squeezing her breasts harder, almost so much it hurt.

Rachel's pussy was on fire. She knew she was soaking through her panties. She wouldn't be able to wear them back to work. She bounced her thighs together, longing to be touched. Rachel made up her mind.

Rachel released Young-jin's butt and grabbed one of his hands. He let go of her breasts. Rachel kept her eyes closed, unable to watch what she was doing. She tugged Young-jin's arm, moving him from her head to the side of her body. Her breathing picked up when she placed his hand on her inner thigh. The towel that had been there had long since been cast onto the floor.

As Rachel moved Young-jin's hand towards her pussy, her legs clamped shut around it as if her subconscious was trying to salvage her dignity. She pushed past the voices screaming in her head and wedged Young-jin's hand against her mound. Her body shuddered as soon as it made contact. Young-jin tried to move his hand away but Rachel held it tightly in place.

Rachel gasped for breath and grinded her hips against his hand. She was ashamed knowing he could feel her wetness but she couldn't stop. She was hot for cock and didn't care whose it was.

Rachel dared to open her eyes and moved one hand from his hand and brought it up to the front of his pants. Young-jin used his free hand to block her path.

"Move!" she said and slapped his hand.

Young-jin obliged but didn't move his hand far. Unobstructed, Rachel pressed her hand into his crotch. He was rock hard. She fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper until she had the front of his pants open. Once again Young-jin tried to block her. Rachel responded by pinching the back of his hand which caused him to yelp.

The front of Young-jin's white briefs were bulged. Rachel licked her lips in anticipation. She reached up and pulled down the front of his underwear. A thick patch of dark hair came into view and then his hard Asian dick. Rachel frowned at its size. It was small but not comically so.

"I guess the rumors are true," Rachel muttered.

"What?" Young-jin said.

Although small, it wasn't the smallest she'd ever seen. That distinction belonged to her English professor from her sophomore year. She had overslept and was late turning in her final paper. He had only been willing to accept it after she'd deep throated him at his desk.

Rachel wrapped her hand around Young-jin's cock and slowly stroked it. It was hot in her hand. Young-jin looked like he was about to fall over and grabbed the side of the massage table. While he was distracted, Rachel pushed his other hand past the edge of her panties. Young-jin curled up his fingers to try to keep from touching her but Rachel rubbed his knuckles against her slick lips. Rachel moaned loudly as the bumps grazed her clit.

"Shhhhh, we must be quiet," Young-jin said.

"Touch me please," Rachel said. Her stomach spun as she heard her own voice begging.

"Ok but quiet," Young-jin said.

Rachel released his hand and let her legs flop to the side. Young-jin unfurled his fingers and poked her lips with his fingertips. He moved his fingers back and forth along the surface, barely making contact.

"I'm not made of glass," Rachel said. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her pussy. She guided his finger to her entrance and rocked her hips down on it.

Another moan escaped her lips. Young-jin placed his hand over her mouth as Rachel fucked down on his finger. Rachel kissed his hand and flicked her tongue along one of his fingers. Young-jin curled his finger into her in time with her movements.

When she looked up at Young-jin he was staring at her shaved pussy and his eyes looked like they were going to fall out of his head. Rachel couldn't tell how much of it was from what he was seeing and how much was from what she was doing. She continued to stroke him as he masturbated her. The smooth skin slid back and forth against her palm. He throbbed in her hand with every movement.

Rachel reached back and grabbed Young-jin's butt, pulling him closer. Young-jin stepped up to the table, his cock jutting out above Rachel's face. She moved Young-jin's hand away from her mouth and propped herself up on her elbow. He looked over just as she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth.

Young-jin let out a gargling moan as Rachel easily inhaled him down to the base. His head brushed against the back of her throat but she fought off her gag reflex. He mumbled something in Chinese as she withdrew her lips up to the ridge of his head and then took her soft lips back down his length. She rocked her tongue from side to side under the shaft and watched as Young-jin clenched his eyes shut and turned his head to the ceiling.

Young-jin's delicate in and out thrusting with his finger became short and choppy. He pulled his finger out of Rachel and began rubbing his fingers around her pussy in a haphazard motion. Her pussy juice made it easy for his fingers to glide over her lips.

Rachel moaned onto his dick as he picked up the pace of his fingers. She was surprised when she felt him moving his hips and withdrawing his dick. She tightened her lips around him to try to keep him from pulling out. He moved forward again and slowly forked his dick in and out of her mouth. He was mouth-fucking her! He wasn't pushing it in very deep but he was using her. She realized she must look like a whore to him. Part of her wanted to bite down and chop his little egg roll in half but she needed to cum.

Rachel reached down and grabbed Young-jin's hand and tried to steady it. As he fucked her mouth, he had lost focus on her pussy. Rachel guided his finger back into her and worked his hand back and forth while she tried to move her body against it. With her other hand she reached up and pinched her nipple. The sensation shot through the hard, pink nub and into her core.

Rachel was distracted by Young-jin's hand on her forehead. When she opened her eyes she could see him sweating and see the muscles in his face straining. His hips started moving faster and he pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Saliva was starting to run out past her lips and down her cheek. The sound of his breathing was competing with her own.

It was obvious he wasn't going to get her off before he finished. She hated him for having such low stamina. It was probably from all the rice in his diet. But she needed to cum and he wasn't about to cum anywhere near her face.

Rachel pulled her head free and his dick came out with an audible pop. She draped an arm over her face, unable to look him in the eye, "Do you...umm...have...any protection?"

Young-jin hand between her legs stopped moving. "Protection? From what?" he said.

"No I mean do you...have...," Rachel couldn't believe how dense he was. "Any condoms?" she said barely above a whisper.

Young-jin snatched his hand from between her legs. "No do that!" he whispered harshly.

Rachel moved her arm and her eyes snapped open. Young-jin was backing away from the table! No guy had ever turned her down. He of all people should be eternally grateful for the opportunity. The only chance he'd ever have at white pussy would be a diseased crack whore.

Rachel swung her legs around on the massage table. "Where the fuck are you going?"

"Shhhhh, please quiet," Young-jin said, already reaching to redo his pants.

Rachel's blood was boiling. She slid off the table and darted toward him. He took his hands off his pants and put them up in front of himself. Rachel considered kneeing him in the groin but she needed it in one piece.

"Look Chong, or whatever your name is, I'm going to pay you for a...'full'...massage and that's what I expect," Rachel said.

"But I have girlfriend," he said.

Rachel pictured some porcelain bitch in a robe with chopsticks in her hair. "I don't give a shit." Rachel stepped closer until her breasts were touching Young-jin's shirt. His cock was poking her just above where she needed it to go.

"We get caught, I too much trouble," Young-jin sounded like he was whining.

"We won't get caught," Rachel said. She had backed him against the far wall.

Young-jin put his hands on her shoulders and gently tried to move her but Rachel refused to budge.

"Look, if you don't get over here and fuck me, I'm gonna get your ass fired."

Young-jin's eyes were wide and they shot back and forth between her and the door. Rachel pressed her tits against his chest and reached down between them and grabbed his cock. She lifted up onto her tip toes and moved her hips forward. She closed her eyes and exhaled sharply as she nudged the head of Young-jin's cock against her pussy lips. It brushed against her clit and she had to grab him around his back for support. Young-jin's body went rigid and he stopped trying to move her.

In this position, Rachel could only get the head inside. She lifted her right leg to try to get some leverage. Her knee made a loud thumping sound against the wall as she tried to hump against Young-jin's cock. It wasn't ideal but it felt better than his fingers.

Rachel was shocked when Young-jin suddenly grabbed her ass with both hands. Rachel lowered her leg as he moved her backwards. What an ungrateful shit! She opened her mouth to tell him so when he pushed her against the massage table and in the same instant lifted her and sat her on it.

Rachel fell back but started sitting back up, reaching for Young-jin. Before she could get ahold of his arms, he dipped them beneath her legs and lifted them, flipping her back onto the table.

Rachel sat up on her elbows and watched Young-jin step up to her, his dick aimed at her pussy. There was no hesitation as he pushed it into her all the way.

"Ohhhh fuck," Rachel said and threw her head back.

"Shhhhh."

Young-jin lifted her legs all the way up and Rachel laid back down. He slowly withdrew and then pushed back in. His lack of length and girth left Rachel feeling a little unfulfilled. He made up for his size with his tenacity and settled into a quick rhythm. His thrusting caused his pants to fall to his ankles. The sound of his thighs smacking against her ass echoed through the room. Rachel's tits bounced violently on her chest.

Each thrust brought Young-jin up against Rachel's clit. She grabbed her tits and shook them at Young-jin who stared back at her blankly and didn't appear amused. He only seemed to be concerned with pounding her pussy. Fine by her. As long as he kept it up, she'd be done soon.

"Mmmmmm," Rachel moaned as she pinched her nipples.

"P-p-please...q-q-quiet...," Young-jin struggled to speak as he sawed his cockin and out of her. Her ankles were up past his head and her feet dangled in the air. He reached around her legs to swipe the sweaty hair from his forehead.

Rachel hated to admit that Young-jin was driving her wild. She rationalized it as having less to do with him and more to do with her needing to get off. He was biting on his lower lip and his cheeks were turning red. He'd better enjoy it, Rachel thought, he'd never get another chance at a woman as hot as her. Rachel tightened her muscles around Young-jin's cock and grinned as she watched his face strain.

Young-jin's rapid strokes were making her head swim. He was like a vibrator with a body attached to it, a living fuck-doll. Rachel tried not to be distracted by the mental image of an assembly line of dark-haired, x-rated Young-jin dolls.

Rachel wouldn't last much longer. She pinched her eyes shut, trying to catch her orgasmic wave. She pressed her fingers to her clit and rubbed herself to the brink. She knew she was getting loud again but she was almost done.

Her eyes flew open when Young-jin abruptly stopped fucking her. At first she thought he was cumming but when she looked at him, his face was an odd mix of fear and annoyance.

"Why the fuck did you stop?" Rachel said.

Young-jin's eyes wandered to the door. "You too much loud. I will have trouble."

Rachel was incredulous. She sat up on an elbow and looked Young-jin straight in the eyes. "Listen to me China-man," she tried to control her speech through labored breathing, "if you don't let me finish, I promise you, I will call May today and by tomorrow you'll be on a steamboat back to China."

Young-jin looked down at Rachel's fingers as she continued to strum her clit. He glanced toward the door then back at where he was connected to the blonde woman. Slowly he began working his hips back and forth again. Rachel threw her head back and closed her eyes.

"Unnnhhh faster," she moaned.

Young-jin picked up his pace, his eyes fixed back on the door. Rachel pulled her legs down from Young-jin's shoulders and planted her feet flat on the massage table. She lifted her butt off the table and began fucking back at Young-jin.

"Ohhhh shit yeah that's it," Rachel met his strokes, the sound of their crashing bodies nearly matching the volume of her moans. "Fuck me with your China-man dick!"

Young-jin leaned forward and put his hand over Rachel's mouth. Rachel responded by kissing his fingers. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his finger into her mouth. She wished she had a fat cock to fill her mouth but this would have to do.

Young-jin struggled to muffle the sound coming from her mouth. The finger between her lips only seemed to drive her wilder as a low pitched howl built in her throat. She began to smash through the gate of her orgasm and tried not to bite Young-jin's finger.

Rachel's body began to thrash and she was getting louder by the second. Young-jin had to do something. He withdrew his finger from her mouth and began leaning forward even before he had mentally committed to what he was about to do. Rachel's mouth formed into a large "O" as she prepared to let loose. Young-jin fell forward between Rachel's legs, his chest landing on top of hers.

Young-jin didn't hesitate a moment longer. With his face already lined up over hers, he lowered his head and pressed his lips against hers. Rachel's eyes opened wide. For a moment Young-jin thought he saw a look of murder in them before Rachel shut them again as she exploded.
Young-jin was no longer moving his body and Rachel struggled to grind against him from underneath. She wrapped her legs around his back and tried to slide her pussy along his cock. She screamed into his mouth as she came and her pussy spasmed. Young-jin pressed into her and withdrew, sending Rachel over another cliff of bliss. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, searching for his own. She forced her tongue against it even as his retreated further into his mouth.

With Young-jin moving again, Rachel stopped grinding against him and let him fuck her through her orgasm. She stopped kissing him and laid back. Her moans turned to whimpers as she came back down. Young-jin was still riding her and had laid his face in the crook of her neck. He grunted into her ear as he drove his dick into her.

Young-jin's forehead felt slimy against Rachel's skin. She pushed against the side of his head and moved it to her shoulder. Young-jin raised his body and stared down at her grinning. Rachel hadn't noticed how big his teeth were before. He looked like a rabbit.

"Are you almost done?" she asked.

Now it was Young-jin moaning. "Mmmmmm yeah I almost."

He leaned down to kiss her but she turned her head away. She was regretting having kissed him before. She felt like she could still taste his tongue in her mouth and it made her stomach turn.

Young-jin closed his eyes and winced. His eyes seemed to bulge behind his eyelids. His lips were pulled back, showing his rabbit teeth. He flopped his body up and down against Rachel and his tiny arms shook as they tried to support his weight.

"Pull out," Rachel swatted his chest, "don't you dare cum in me."

Young-jin's pace increased and he groaned out something in Chinese. Rachel thought he was going to push her off the side of the table. He let out a low roar and stepped back, his cock making a squishy sound as he pulled out.

Rachel scrambled to get out of the way as Young-jin took hold of his shiny cock and stroked it. Before Rachel could move, a long rope of cum shot from Young-jin's dick and into the air. Rachel was frozen in horror as it landed on her thigh. She rolled away from him and the next spurt landed on her butt. She shuddered as she felt the warm liquid running toward the crack of her ass. Young-jin missed her with the rest. The sound of his wet strokes drew Rachel's glare. Cum continued to ooze from the end of his cock.

She turned away and snatched a towel from the table and wiped his cum from her body. It felt like slime. She dropped the towel on the floor and immediately got off the table and began to gather up her clothes.

When Young-jin finally finished, he took a deep breath and let it out. He pulled his pants back up, walked over and reached for her clothes, presumably to help.

"No! I've got it, don't touch them," Rachel eyed the white liquid on his hand. "Why don't you go...clean yourself up or something."

He retrieved a towel from the cabinet and wiped his hands and then his sweaty face. Rachel rolled her eyes as she noted he was wiping his own cum across his face. When he was done he leaned against the counter smiling and leered at her while she started to get dressed.

"Do you have to stand there like that?" she said.

He shook his head and started cleaning up the room, the shit-eating grin never leaving his face. The further she got away from her orgasm, the less Rachel could believe she'd actually had sex with this guy. Her stomach rolled again at the thought of having kissed him. She bent over at the waist and began to spit the taste out of her mouth.

"You ok?" Young-jin walked toward her.

Rachel held her palm out toward him. The thought of him touching her again made her want to peel her skin off. She was considering sitting in a tub of bleach when she got home.

When she was dressed, she pulled three 20-dollar bills from her purse and dropped them on the counter. She walked to the door and Young-jin led her from the room. When they got to the end of the hallway, he turned into her path. Rachel thought he was going to ask for the payment for the massage session. She lowered her purse strap from her shoulder. Instead of asking about money, Young-jin closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss her. Rachel reared her body back until she was against the wall. In an instant, she brought her hand up and slapped him across the face. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open.

"What do you think you're doing?" Rachel said.

"I...but we...," Young-jin tried to find the words.

Rachel lifted her purse strap back onto her shoulder and stepped around him. Young-jin lowered his head and retreated back down the hall.

Rachel strode quickly through the nail salon area of the spa. She kept her eyes low, not daring to make eye contact with anyone. She froze in her tracks when she got to the front desk and saw Lynn sitting there. Rachel smoothed her hair down and tried not to look like she had just been fucking. She knew she reeked of sex.

"That'll be 100," Lynn said. "I won't charge you for the manicure, even though you were late."

"Thanks," Rachel muttered and pulled out her credit card.

Lynn swiped it and handed it back. She slid the receipt across the table. "Sign here," she said.

Rachel signed and handed it back. Lynn took it and gave Rachel a copy of it. As soon as the woman handed it over, Rachel turned on her heels and hurried for the door.

"Oh by the way," Lynn called out.

Rachel froze in the doorway and only partially turned to face the other woman. Lynn stepped out from behind the desk and walked toward the door. If she meant to apologize, it was too late for that. Rachel still intended to speak with May the first chance she got.

Lynn closed to within arms reach and Rachel's body tensed, thinking the woman meant to fight her.

"Young-jin isn't a China-man," Lynn said, "he's Korean." Lynn shoved Rachel in the chest and pushed her through the doorway, "Move back, whore," Lynn said. As soon as Rachel was clear of the door, she shut it in her face.
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