I eventually found Hardcore it, neatly tucked into a strip mall close to the “bad side” of town, and parked my truck well away from it, hoping that anyone watching me would just assume I was going to one of the few other open establishments in the strip. The place was rather unassuming from the amateur outside, with a cheaply made, unlit sign hung over its fascia, reading SILVER CRESCENT MASSAGE in silver, peeling, capital letters against a sun-faded, but still dark blue background. The front windows and door were darkly tinted, making it all but impossible to see anything from the outside, save for a flickering neon “Open” sign. A makeshift sign, crafted from scotch tape, printer paper, and magic markers, listed the place’s hours of operation with brisk informality; “Open noon to midnight, every day except Monday.” I passed in front of the door several times, building up the courage to go in, pacing like a lunatic while trying to make it look like my actions were motivated and confident. Finally, after shooting a quick, paranoid glance over each shoulder, I grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, rushing inside. The interior of the business was much nicer than I would’ve expected from the outside, with a set asian of two large, comfortable looking chairs in a small waiting area tits across from a stylish, modern desk, behind which sat a nicely-dressed, middle-aged woman, all contained within a 4 well-decorated, teal colored walls. The woman behind the desk was eyeing me over the top of pink framed, horn-rimmed glasses. “Hi! Welcome!” she said in an accent I couldn’t quite place. “I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to come in!” Her voice was friendly, but there was a slight edge of annoyance to it. I felt myself blush. “S-sorry,” I stuttered awkwardly, “I’m just nervous.” “Nervous?!” she asked, seemingly incredulous. “Why would you be nervous? It’s just a massage parlor, Mr….” She paused, waiting for my name. “Uhh...Phillips,” I lied instinctively, but was unable to tell if she caught on to the obviousness of it. “Well, Mr Philips,” she continued in an almost patronizing tone, “Would you like to see a massage therapist today? We have openings available.” “Y-yes,” I said nervously, then gulped hard. “Great!” she said, “when would you like to have your massage?” I looked at the wall behind her, glimpsing the various framed licenses and documentation mixed in with the decorations, along with the thick curtain of colored beads hanging down over a doorway that led down a long corridor with several doors off of it. “Mr. Philips?” she asked again, slightly agitated this time “When would you like your massage?” I snapped to attention and looked down at her. “Uhh, now?” I said with pathetic uncertainty. “Can I do it right now?” “Sure,” she said proudly, “Ryan is just finishing up with a client. It’ll be a few minutes.” “Ah. Ryan?” I asked, confused by the masculine name. “Yes,” she said with a smile, “He’s very good. Deep tissue.” She made a kneading motion in the air with her hands, then continued; “Have a seat, it’ll only take a moment.” I stepped backwards and sat down on one of the comfy-looking chairs, pleased to find that it was indeed comfortable, but baffled as to whether teen I was going about things the right way. Was Ryan just a code name for something? Was I even in the right place? “Cal whispered let us in babe you said you were looking forward to amateur another fill up”. I did and she recorded. Finished, she stood, pulled up her knickers and staggered out of the door and fell against Denise. Their families joined them in marriage after they barely got to know each other and the poor girl probably would have never married the man if she knew of his dark side.” "Well are you ready to pay up slut?" Every few days two or three would do her at the same time, or someone would hold her down while they forced themselves into her. Before I gave Conner the headset, I handed asian him a couple of paper towels explaining tits briefly, why I had to change my underwear. You clap your hands together with girlish delight as you slam the vibrator into her over and over again, and she climaxes thunderously, a deluge of liquid from her cunt splattering all over your face. “Now clean up your mess, you dirty little slut.” “That’s not part of the agreement!” Carlo said angrily. This Hardcore one is mine.” “Abby’s not Magi bud, she just got screwed by one.” I pulled the rest of my spirit into the pearl. “And what?” she repeated. I glanced around and no one seemed to even notice us or what we were doing. I made it almost another mile when my worst fear was realized. I find you really cute, and nothing I’ve seen so far puts me off the idea of being with you.” He will be all over you like a rash for a few months and then he’ll move on to someone else. Now, they were seniors in high School together, even though she was eighteen. He thrust into me over and over until his seed flooded in me. Sitting back I could devote my efforts to Ben. He ripped my head up and his eyes were glaring. The End ... My father looked at teen me with a smirk. That’s funny. It was all part of the seduction after all.