Chapter 1672
Kevin found himself in a pickle as he wandered into the wrong area. "Dang it," he muttered under his breath. Just as he was about to skedaddle, a person popped out of a nearby room and greeted him, "Hey there, you must be the new intern. Quick, the guests are getting antsy. Head to the third room on the left up ahead." Handing Kevin a key card, the person dashed off before Kevin could get a word in.
"I ain't..." Kevin started to explain, but the person vanished into thin air. Shaking his head in defeat, Kevin realized there had been a mix-up. Eyeing the key card, he thought about tossing it, but his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to play pretend as a hotel staff member and snoop around.
Spying some staff uniforms on a nearby table, Kevin snagged one and threw it on. Ignoring the third room, he strolled all the way to the back, hoping to sneak a peek into an empty room.
Swiping the key card, the door creaked open. Kevin cautiously pushed it ajar and peeked inside. Hearing nothing, he slipped in. The room was swanky, decked out in antique decor, with mellow tunes playing and a hint of incense in the air. A massage bed sat in the middle, and a wine cabinet in the corner held a stash of drinks and snacks.
It was the VIP massage spot, and Kevin was intrigued. As he scoped out the room, the bathroom door swung open, and a woman sauntered out in a towel, showing off her toned thighs. Sporting a face mask, she shot Kevin an impatient look, "Finally, you're here. I've been waiting for ten minutes. What's up with this hotel?"
Kevin's mind went blank, panic setting in. He never expected to find someone there, especially not a woman. He feared he was in deep trouble. If she caught on that he wasn't staff, she'd think he was a total creep. His legs turned to jelly, rooted to the spot.
Surprisingly, the woman didn't bat an eye. She hopped onto the massage bed and murmured, "Alright, let's get this show on the road."
Kevin was caught off guard, realizing the woman hadn't clocked that he wasn't a hotel staffer, likely due to her face mask and his getup. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he toyed with the idea of slipping away unnoticed. But as he gazed at the woman lounging on the massage bed, he found himself spellbound.
Her legs stretched out, a mix of plump thighs and slender calves, with feet that looked soft as silk. Her skin glowed, and her curvy backside arched beneath the thin towel, hinting at a tantalizing mystery underneath. Was she really bare under there?
His heart raced, picturing the alluring figure hidden beneath the fabric. He moistened his lips, drawn in like a moth to a flame, and approached the bed, captivated by the sight of the half-naked beauty.
"Why the holdup?" The woman sensed Kevin's hesitation and prodded impatiently, her voice commanding, used to calling the shots.
Kevin's brain clicked into gear, and upon a closer look at the woman's features, he nearly blurted out in shock. Wasn't she Maurice, the wife of Armando, the County Executive? What was she doing at Egret Hot Springs Hotel?
Maurice had been on edge lately. With her husband shaking things up as County Executive and ruffling feathers with his bold reforms that threatened the old guard in Harmony County, she had been butting heads with other officials at the County Executive's office.
At the forefront of the opposition stood Jack, a heavyweight in Harmony County who had climbed the ranks to hold key positions in various towns before landing roles like Deputy County Executive. He had lorded over the Organization Department for years, pulling the strings on the previous County Executive, who had to find a way out of Harmony County.
Meanwhile, Armando had been making waves as County Executive. His efforts in West Stream Town had sparked a boom in investments, reeling in a whopping $1.5 billion by year-end, with 30 projects in the pipeline. His administrative upgrades were on point, and his work in Starfall Town had garnered major buzz, even scoring him a full-hour spot on Starfall Town TV.
Word was going around that Armando was on the fast track to becoming the big shot in Harmony County. Naturally, Jack, eyeing the same prize, saw Armando as his rival. Initially, Maurice brushed off Jack, thinking he was a nobody. But to her surprise, he stooped to dirty tricks. Failing to get ahead fair and square, he started playing dirty. He tried to lure investors away to other towns while spreading online gossip, accusing Armando of shady dealings, a tarnished reputation, affairs, and even secret kids, causing quite a stir.
The city government was flooded with complaints and even dispatched a team to Harmony County to dig into the claims. Maurice's dad even rang from Skyview City, cautioning Armando to watch his back and not give his foes any ammo. This sparked a heated clash between Maurice and her father.
Armando might have been new to Harmony County, but he had dived headfirst into his duties. Maurice found herself alone most nights, watching Armando wear himself out, his hair turning gray. She felt sorry for him and grew to despise those troublemakers spreading lies.
Once the poorest spot in Harmony County, West Stream Town had been Armando's focus for poverty relief, drawing investments and boosting industries. Now that progress was showing, opportunists came out of the woodwork, looking to cash in. Disgusting!
The previous night, Armando had finally come home to rest after ages. Maurice had bathed, slipped into sexy lingerie, spritzed perfume, hoping for a romantic evening. But Armando couldn't rise to the occasion, no matter her efforts to arouse him. His manhood stayed limp, leaving her frustrated, lying in bed, stifling her desires until sleep finally took her in the wee hours.
Reflecting on Armando's declining health over the past couple of years and their dwindling sex life, from half an hour to ten minutes, and now nothing at all, Maurice felt a wave of sadness. At forty, in her prime, she couldn't bear the thought of enduring this day in, day out.
Today was supposed to be a chill weekend, and Maurice had planned to go with Armando to the city hospital for a check-up. But Armando got a call about a safety issue at a company and had to dash off.
Feeling restless at home, Maurice remembered Natalie had given her a VIP pass for Egret Hot Springs Hotel. She decided to head to West Stream Town for a full-body private massage to unwind her tired body and frazzled nerves.
After showering and waiting in her room, Maurice grew more and more impatient as the masseur failed to show up. Her tone turned sharp, a far cry from her usual friendly self.
Hearing Maurice's frustration, Kevin found himself in a bind. Eventually, he reluctantly started gently massaging Maurice's smooth shoulders.
Though not a pro masseur, Kevin had experience soothing his weary mom in the past and had been practicing on Alissa and Audrey for the last six months. His skills had sharpened, picking up various techniques. Faced with the esteemed Maurice, he couldn't afford to slip up, focusing intently and deftly working on her arms.
At first, Maurice had a low opinion of the masseur. She valued punctuality and disliked tardiness. But once he began, a warm sensation flowed through her heavy arms, easing her tense muscles. She was taken aback by the unexpected relief.
The masseur seemed quite skilled. Though she noticed his slightly rough hands, unlike a woman's, she figured they were calloused from frequent massages. Closing her eyes, she relaxed and started to savor the massage.
Seeing Maurice wasn't onto his true identity, Kevin finally loosened up. He'd been anxious she'd catch on to his ruse, especially since he'd massaged her before, and she was sharp and detail-oriented, not easily fooled.
Maybe Maurice hadn't slept well the night before and was in a funk, leading to this mix-up. She hadn't paid close attention and mistook Kevin for the masseur.
After working on Maurice's arms, Kevin gently pressed his hands against her soft back, feeling her silky skin. Maybe it was the post-bath glow, but her body emitted a lovely scent, captivating him.
Maurice did have flawless skin. Kevin couldn't resist the tempting touch and began caressing her supple skin with his palms, his eyes wandering over her curvy figure wrapped in a towel. The sensation caused his manhood to stir once more.
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