Task Number 2(2)

The elevator stopped on the top floor, the suite floor, as it was called. The entire floor was composed of only three rooms, one of which was occupied by Vince Neil, the others by an Arab sheik and his wife. Ashley stepped out of the elevator and walked down the richly appointed hallway, stopping at the last door and using the card key to enter.

A massage table had been set up in the center of the living room area and a naked Vince Neil reclined on it, a frosty beer in his hand. "Hey, how ya doin'?" He seemed oblivious to the fact that he was naked and swung his legs over the table's edge, his flaccid penis flopping against his leg.

"Hello, Mr. Neil. Nice to meet you."

"It's Vince. And you are … "

"Ashley."

"Ashley, you're cute."

"Thanks. And you're naked."

"Well, youare planning to ravish me, aren't you?" He was certainly charming, she'd give him that, and his easy manner was calming her jangled nerves. "Want a beer?"

"Sure."

"Great!" He jumped down from the table and fetched two beers from the fridge, popping and handing her one. "I hoped you weren't gonna be some stuck-up chick."

"Why? Have your other masseuses been stuck-up?"

"Very! One weirded out on my 'cause I had a hard-on! Can you believe that?"

Ashley laughed. "Maybe she'd never seen one before!"

"Have you?"

The laughter suddenly stuck in her throat, visions of Matt flashing through her mind. She coughed lightly and willed Kelly Jo's beautiful smile into view. "Of course. Have you?"

Vince brayed, spewing beer across the table. "Oh, shit! She's got a sense of humor!"

"And you've made a mess of the table! Get up and let me clean it." She set her beer down, waited until he'd jumped down again and wiped the table down. She spread a large towel over the plastic surface and added a second smaller towel. "Well, we might as well get this show on the road. Hop up and lay on your stomach."

Vince climbed onto the table, guzzling some beer before laying face down. "Make sure you give my feet extra attention, will ya?"

"Are they sore?"

"Naw. I just like having them touched."

"Oh, you're one ofthose." Ashley giggled. "A foot fetishist."

"My wife loves it. I suck on her toes all the time."

"I bet you do." She poured some oil onto her hands and began with his left arm, thoroughly massaging the tendons and muscles in his hand, wrist, forearm, bicep and the connection of shoulder and armpit, then moved on to the other arm.

"Jesus, you're good!"

"Thanks." She continued down his body, attacking the torso, then legs, leaving Vince's tight ass for last. She enjoyed squeezing his tight buns and noticed his rapid breathing as her fingers moved closer and closer to his asshole. "You have a nice ass, Vince." She pressed against one of his knees, moving his legs apart a bit. Ashley let her fingers delve into his ass cleft again, feeling him tremble slightly as her fingertip stroked the sensitive skin surrounding his pucker. With deliberate slowness, she pushed inward and Vince let out a deep groan, opening his legs a bit more.

"Oh, yeah, Ashley. That's good." She moved her finger in and out a few times, hearing his answering moans, then withdrew it. "Oh, why'd you do that?"

"Because it's time to turn over." Vince sighed and heaved his body sideways, rolling onto his back. His stiff cock stood straight up and she smiled. Again, she poured oil and began to massage his chest and the front portions of his legs. Once she was finished, she moved down to his ankles and feet, spending extra time with his instep, heels and ball of his feet. Vince responded by arching his back. His prick throbbed, seeming to lengthen in front of her eyes. A plan formed in her mind.

"Oh, Ashley, that's perfect! God, you're going to make me bust a nut." She removed her hands, drawing a groan of disappointment from him. "Aw, that's not fair!"

Ashley just smiled. She pulled his leg up by the knee and did the same with the other. Then, positioning herself at the end of the table, she reached for his prick with one hand and impaled him on one of the fingers of her other hand. Vince arched off the table with a long, deep groan, his ass muscles momentarily tightening around her finger.

"Oh, God!" Ashley began to stroke his cock in concert with the finger in his ass, watching in delight as his hands gripped the edge of the table tighter and tighter, heading towards a colossal orgasm. "Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, baby, I'm almost there." Sensing that he was close, she bent down and took one of his big toes into her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. "Oh, fuck!"

His cock jerked in her hand and his ass muscles clenched around her finger as he came. Streams of cum splashed into her palm, some dripping down onto his furred groin. He squirted three more times, each smaller than the last, each drawing a grunt from him. He finally relaxed, his body melting into the clean towels, tensing for a quick moment when she slowly slid her finger from his still-clenching asshole.

Ashley stood straight, draped a hand towel over her filled hand and headed for the door. "Have a good day."

"Hey, wait!" Ashley paused, uncertainty coloring her features. "Here. You were fantastic." She looked down at the folded hundred dollar bills and the business card that he held out. "Do you have an office that you work out of?"

"Uh, no. I'm not really a professional."

"Well, you ought to be. When you get yourself situated, give me a call. I could steer a lot of business your way.A lot."

Ashley smiled. Out of this had come the unexpected boon of a job. And it was on her terms. Nothing forced. "Thanks, Vince. I appreciate it." She accepted his kiss on her cheek and departed, taking the elevator back down to the lobby. Nathan was waiting in the side room and gave her a smile when she presented her proof.

"Excellent. That's twenty-five hundred dollars you've won for each of your team members." She smiled widely. "I have also been authorized to offer you a thousand extra if you'll drink it."

The blood drained from Ashley's face. "D-Drink it?"

"Yes."

Ashley looked down at the pearlescent pool of cum in her hand. Another memory of Matt arose unbidden. Yet another lesson. The punishment had been being forced to drink an entire cup of his friends' cum. She had vomited not long after, her ears filled with his derisive laughter.What would Kelly Jo do?

She raised her hand to her face and swallowed its still warm contents, trying her best not to become nauseous. When she lowered her hand, Nathan held out a glass of ice-cold champagne, which she downed quickly.

"Congratulations." Nathan said warmly. "You may rejoin the others." Ashley washed her hands and left the room. In a few minutes, he entered the room and surveyed their faces. Kelly Jo and Ashley were holding hands, the eyes of both women wet with tears. But they were obviously tears of joy. Ashley's once-grim face was radiant with her personal triumph. The others were looking on, all wearing huge smiles.

"Congratulations, ladies and gentlemen. You have successfully completed your second task." As he spoke, he laid a brick of bank-banded cash in front of each person, saving Ashley for last. "You may take this money and leave now or you can spend the night and wait for tomorrow."

Kelly Jo looked at Ashley and in a whisper for her ears only, said, "Please stay."

The tears built in Ashley's eyes again and she gave Kelly Jo a nod. Kelly Jo looked to Kevin and they nodded to each other, then to James. James looked at Beverly and Shane and they gave him a nod.

"We'll all be staying."

Nathan gave a small bow. "Enjoy the rest of the day and I'll see you in the morning."