Chapter 1878
"Ms. Johnson, I swear, I didn't mean to," Quentin stammered, clearly embarrassed. "I was just feeling really tired and needed a place to crash. When I woke up, I saw you changing clothes. I didn't want to make it awkward, so I thought I'd wait until you left. But then you started screaming, and I had to cover your mouth."
Audrey realized she had wrongly accused Quentin. She reflected on her own actions—this was an office, not a changing room. She had been too lazy, thinking she was alone and choosing not to go to the restroom to change. This had led to the awkward situation, giving Quentin an unintended advantage.
Thinking about how Quentin's lower body had brushed against her own, Audrey felt a strange sensation, but acknowledged it wasn't intentional. Feeling frustrated, she shot Quentin a stern look and said coldly, "Quentin, don't tell anyone about what happened today, especially Ms. Wood."
"Got it, Ms. Johnson," Quentin replied with a sheepish smile, rubbing his hands together. "About earlier, I really..."
"Don't mention it again," Audrey snapped, glaring at Quentin before turning to leave. Her work uniform accentuated her curvy, well-endowed figure, causing Quentin to feel a rush of excitement. She was simply perfect—tall, with an icy demeanor, and a body that was both voluptuous and firm.
Especially when he had held her earlier, even through their clothes, he could feel the warmth of her body. It seemed that beneath her cold exterior, she was also longing for intimacy. Quentin daydreamed about the day he could break through her façade and satisfy her desires, but he knew it would take time.
Vanessa arrived a bit later, greeting Audrey but noticing the awkward tension between her and Quentin. "What's going on with you two? Something seems off."
"Nothing," Audrey replied, her face slightly flushed. "I just got startled when I came in and saw Quentin instead of you. You said you'd be here earlier, but I had to wait for ages."
The three of them headed to the schoolyard for an event. After it ended, Audrey suddenly winced in pain while descending the steps—she had twisted her back.
Vanessa quickly called Quentin over to help Audrey to the office and lay her down on the couch. Audrey's face was contorted with pain, and she was continuously gasping for air. Vanessa, worried and pacing, suddenly had an idea. "Quentin knows how to massage. Maybe he can help you feel better. Quentin, you should give Ms. Johnson a massage."
Quentin had been excited ever since he had helped Audrey earlier, feeling the warmth of her body and smelling her perfume. His excitement was evident. Hearing Vanessa's suggestion, he eagerly moved to help Audrey, thinking he might win her gratitude and perhaps even more.
"Don't come near me," Audrey said, her voice trembling as she saw Quentin preparing to massage her. She wasn't comfortable with a stranger touching her. "Vanessa, let's go to the hospital instead. A massage won't help."
"Who says it won't help?" Vanessa said, her eyes lighting up. She saw this as a perfect opportunity for Quentin and Audrey to get closer. "Last time I twisted my back, Quentin massaged me, and I felt better immediately. You should try it. If it doesn't work, we can go to the hospital."
"Alright then," Audrey reluctantly agreed, thinking about the inconvenience of going to the hospital. She hated hospitals and the idea of a male doctor possibly taking advantage of her. Letting Quentin massage her seemed like the lesser evil. "Vanessa, are you sure this will work? Don't trick me."
"Of course not. Why would I trick you?" Vanessa replied, smiling. She noticed Audrey's shirt and jeans might hinder the massage's effectiveness. "You know, it would be better if you weren't wearing clothes. It might not work as well if he massages you through them."
Audrey felt embarrassed. She couldn't imagine taking off her clothes in front of Quentin. Even allowing him to massage her through her clothes was pushing her limits.
"Oh, come on, don't be shy. This is for your health," Vanessa said, trying to persuade Audrey. "How about I show you how Quentin massages me?"
Vanessa then started to remove her T-shirt and tight jeans, revealing her body in just her underwear. Her tall, curvy figure was accentuated by lace lingerie, making her look even more alluring.
"Go ahead," Vanessa said, lying on a nearby chair and presenting her round, firm buttocks for Quentin to massage. Quentin moved forward, his hands touching Vanessa's shoulders, back, buttocks, and thighs. The sensation of her smooth skin excited him, and his excitement was evident.
But he tried to maintain a serious demeanor, focusing on the massage. Vanessa's body was incredibly enticing, but he knew he had to stay professional. Audrey, lying on the couch, couldn't see Quentin's reaction, which was a relief.
Quentin concentrated on massaging Vanessa's perfect body, making her moan and squirm with pleasure. Audrey, hearing Vanessa's moans, felt her ears burning, but noticed Quentin's actions were respectful and professional.
Audrey finally relaxed, thinking Vanessa was right about Quentin being a gentleman. Maybe she should let Quentin massage her too.
"How are you feeling, Ms. Johnson? Do you want Quentin to massage you?" Vanessa asked, still moaning. "If you don't, I'll keep him for myself."
"Alright, let Quentin massage me. My back is really hurting," Audrey said, pushing through her embarrassment. She slowly removed her shirt, revealing her black lace bra and cleavage, which made Quentin's heart race.
Audrey then took off her jeans, revealing white lace panties that hugged her round, firm buttocks. Quentin tried to control his excitement, walking over to the couch with his erection barely contained.
He placed his hands on Audrey's smooth shoulders, gently pressing on key points with all his strength.
"That feels so good," Audrey murmured, her muscles tensing at first but relaxing as Quentin's fingers worked their magic. The warmth from his hands spread through her body, easing her pain.
Quentin's hands felt like fire on her shoulders, making her blush. She had doubted Vanessa, but now she realized Quentin was truly skilled.
Vanessa, seeing Audrey's flushed face, teased, "Ms. Johnson, how are you feeling now? Comfortable? You didn't want the massage earlier. Should Quentin stop?"
"No!" Audrey exclaimed, enjoying the massage too much to stop. She shot Vanessa a look, knowing she was being teased. But Quentin's massage was too good, making her lose her usual composure.
Quentin's hands slid down to Audrey's back, but the bra strap was in the way. He leaned in and whispered, "Should I undo your bra strap? It'll be easier to massage."
Audrey, blushing deeply, nodded. Quentin deftly unhooked her bra, causing it to fall to the sides and expose part of her breasts, making Quentin's excitement grow.
But he knew he had to stay focused, continuing to massage Audrey's back with dedication.
Massaging was tiring, but Quentin didn't mind. He wanted to help Audrey and prove his worth. He gently touched her smooth back, feeling her soft skin and enjoying the sensation.
Vanessa, still watching, teased, "Quentin, Ms. Johnson's skin is so smooth. Look at her butt – it's so firm. Make sure you check where she twisted it."
"Okay, I'll check," Quentin said, sliding his hands down to Audrey's round buttocks, massaging them with care. Her firm, smooth skin felt incredible under his hands.
Quentin's touch made Audrey feel relaxed and comfortable. She let him massage her, enjoying the relief from her pain. Quentin worked hard, sweating from the effort.
Audrey felt grateful for Quentin's skill, realizing Vanessa was right. Quentin was truly talented.
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