A little fun time
Michael glanced at Lana, her confident and eager expression almost infectious. He simply shrugged, his response nonchalant. "Do what you want," he said, turning to head into his room.
Lana's face lit up as she followed him inside, practically skipping with enthusiasm. Ella, on the other hand, hesitated briefly, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red. Yet, she reluctantly trailed behind, unable to leave her companion alone with their young master.
As Michael walked toward the wardrobe, Lana took it upon herself to close the door behind them with a soft click. The sound was subtle, but deliberate. Michael, however, didn't notice; his focus was elsewhere, rifling through the neatly arranged clothing in search of something suitable to wear.
"Young master," Lana chirped from behind him, her tone playful. "Need any help choosing an outfit?"
Ella stood quietly near the door, her blush deepening as she tried to avoid eye contact with Michael or Lana, clearly flustered by the situation. Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her maid outfit, but she didn't dare speak up.
Michael didn't turn around, simply shaking his head. "I'm fine. Just stay out of my way," he said flatly, pulling out a plain shirt and a pair of pants. Despite his casual tone, he was keenly aware of the tension in the room. "And stop staring," he added without looking, his voice a touch sharper.
Lana giggled softly. "As you wish, young master," she said, though her amused tone suggested she wasn't taking his words all that seriously.
Michael sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a long day?" he muttered to himself.
"But maybe, Master, if we undress first, the young master won't be so embarrassed," Lana said suddenly.
Michael turned back to ask what she meant, but his words got stuck in his throat as he saw her. She was now dressed in a red bikini—a very revealing and sexy one at that.
She kept smiling as she looked at him, her expression both teasing and confident.
Seeing him stunned on the spot, Lana stepped closer. Her hand reached for his crotch, and she gently rubbed it, smiling even more as she felt his reaction. "It seems Master really is in need of relaxation," she said, her voice playful and teasing.
Michael could only nod, unable to find his voice. Lana smirked as she took his hand, guiding him toward the bedroom. Ella, watching her companion's bold actions, hesitated. She gritted her teeth, steeling herself, before slipping out of her uniform to reveal her body in a violet bikini. Embarrassed but determined, she followed after them.
Lana noticed Ella's resolve and smiled approvingly as they entered the bedroom. She gently pushed Michael onto the bed, climbing over him with a mischievous grin.
"Master, are you ready for a relaxing massage?" she asked, her tone dripping with seduction.
Michael just nodded, his thoughts in disarray. I can't control it anymore, he thought, surrendering himself to the care of these two enticing women.
As Michael lay on the bed, his body tense with anticipation, Lana leaned closer, her fingers brushing over his shoulders. Her touch was soft and deliberate, skilled in easing the knots in his muscles while simultaneously igniting a fire within him.
Ella hesitated for a moment, standing at the edge of the bed, her cheeks flushed as she watched Lana work. Gathering her courage, she climbed onto the bed as well, kneeling beside Michael.
"I-I can help too," she said softly, her voice trembling but determined.
Lana glanced at her, a sly smile forming on her lips. "Of course, Ella. We're here to make sure Master is completely... relaxed."
Ella nodded, placing her hands on Michael's arm, mimicking Lana's movements as she began to massage him. The two worked in tandem, their efforts oddly synchronizing as they teased and soothed him.
Michael's thoughts were a whirlwind. What is even happening right now? This is... way too much. He fought to stay composed, but the two maids were relentless, their actions blurring the lines between professionalism and temptation.
Lana leaned in, her lips dangerously close to his ear. "Master, you work so hard. Let us take care of you for once," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin.
Ella, emboldened by Lana's lead, began to trail her fingers along his chest. Her touch was tentative but grew more confident as she saw Michael's lack of resistance.
Michael swallowed hard, his resolve weakening with every passing second. How did I end up in this situation? Despite his best efforts, he found himself surrendering to their ministrations, the tension in his body slowly dissolving under their combined efforts.
"Young master, turn over," Lana said with a soft, teasing smile.
Michael, now lying on his stomach and stripped down to just his underwear, hesitated for a moment. His face was flushed, and his thoughts were racing. How did it even come to this? he wondered, but he complied, turning over onto his back.
Lana and Ella exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of playful confidence and professionalism. Lana leaned in, her hands gliding expertly across his chest. "We need to make sure you're fully relaxed, Master," she said, her voice low and smooth.
Ella, not wanting to be outdone, began massaging his legs, her fingers working their way from his calves upward. She avoided eye contact but worked diligently, her cheeks tinged with pink.
Michael's muscles tensed slightly under their touch, but the soothing motions gradually eased his nervousness. Lana's hands moved to his shoulders, applying gentle pressure. "See, Master? Isn't this much better?"
Michael nodded, his voice caught in his throat. "Y-yeah, I guess."
Lana chuckled softly. "Just trust us, Master. We're here to take care of you."
Ella finally glanced up, her shyness melting away as she focused on her task. "Please let us know if there's anything more we can do to make you comfortable, young master," she said sincerely.
Michael couldn't find the words to respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and let out a deep breath, resigning himself to their care.