Chapter Three

The frenzied clicking of the black gel pen interrupted the peacefulness of the room. With every minute that passed, the sound quickened. Realizing her manic behavior, Lillian slammed the pen on top of her desk and put her hands on her thighs. Restless, she opened her email, and scanned her inbox for anything to distract her mind.

There was an appointment later than usual this evening on planner. Forcing her to stay at work past five. She mumbled discontentment into the screen. Tobias Andeno was highlighted on the calendar, he wanted to meet with her to discuss developing a bigger brand for his small business.

Lillian did not recognize the name, and honestly had little interest. This attitude problem was bad for her job, being so distracted by her gym sessions, which had caused her to be a mess all week.

Triston seemed to disappear. She had religiously visited the gym, with no sign of her smutty study buddy. Lillian was so pissed off by the desertion she decided not to go tonight after the meeting.

The weather was getting nicer, so she would be able to run in the park soon. Lillian didn’t like feeling so out of control of the situation. The last time she saw Triston in the storage room, the urge to have him inside her was too great. Then he left abruptly leaving her lacking what she craved. The experience was erotic enough, and she enjoyed herself, but what could possibly be keeping him away for so long. The waiting was driving her mad.

There was about ten minutes until Tobias was scheduled to arrive. Lillian decided to go to the restroom and freshen up, leaving her office and walking down the hall to the ladies room. She checked her hair in the mirror, she had her locks pulled back loosely in a low bun, a few pieces out to frame her cheekbones and jaw. She ran her hand under the faucet, and slicked back the few stray hairs on her head. She adjusted her black jacket, and ran her fingers down the red silk trim that accented the fabric. Suddenly reminded of Triston, she scowled and brought her hands to her box pleated skirt, it flowed loosely around her knees, but tightened at her hips. It was black, and had a red silk lining.

It just so happened that red was her favorite color too, the rich shade accented her features well. When it came to her business attire, she had very few pieces that did not have some form of crimson accent. This only caused more affliction when getting dressed in the morning.

Gazing into the mirror she put her game face on. When she wanted, her serious expression could speak more than words. She used this to her advantage with new clients.

Lillian had little need for makeup, besides the occasional mascara. Her complexion was best left natural, highlighting her eyes and full lips. Content with her efforts, she washed her hands, and retreated back to the hallway.

Passing by the front desk, the receptionist Robin informed her that her five thirty was waiting in her office. Lillian thanked her, and walked leisurely to the open door. There were two men inside, one sitting and enjoying the city view past her desk. His strong frame, covered by a navy blue sports coat that looked as if it would bust at the seams. The back of his head was full of wavy jet black hair.

The other man was standing, his hand on the back of his chair. He was an attractive older gentleman. His black hair was peppered with silver strands, he had an athletic build as well, and was wearing a gray suit, with a white dress shirt opened just above his chest, a gold chain exposed under the fabric. At first glance, Lillian thought he was someone famous, the way he carried himself. He brought his attention to Lillian as she walked into her office.

“Miss Reed, It is so nice to meet you,” he said, extending his hand, “My name is Tobias.”

Lillian smiled at him, shaking his hand firmly. She then motioned to his empty chair.

“Pleasure to meet you Tobias,” she said, heading towards her seat. She removed her jacket, placing it on the back of her chair, exposing her white taffeta sleeveless top and sculpted tan arms.

The other stranger's head lifted quickly at her voice.

“Please call me Lillian,” she said. As she lowered her body she looked up at the quiet man, expecting another introduction.

Lillian was met instead by Triston’s shocked expression. She almost slipped off of the cushion.

“Lillian is a beautiful name,” Tobias said warmly, “I apologize for my son, he seems to have lost his manners. This is Triston Andeno, my business partner.”

Tobias slapped his son’s back playfully, and chuckled.

Triston’s mouth had been hanging open, when his father spoke his name he snapped it shut. He stood quickly and offered his hand.

Lillian sat for a moment and studied him coldly. The options of what to do next bombarded her mind. She decided to return the greeting and enjoy this position of power for now.

“I apologize, it is nice to meet you Lillian,” he said softly.

Triston's sat back down carefully. His father was unaware of the choking tension emanating from his son. Tobias began talking rapidly about his business proposals, his need for a marketing expert to expand their brand. Lillian stared at Triston, his blue eyes never wavered, but his expression was difficult to read.

She broke their stare to look at the file folder Tobias handed her. On the front was her fitness center’s blue and white logo staring back at her.

“You own Lux Fit?” She asked, startled.

“Yes we do,” Tobias said proudly, “it was my son's idea to make it a luxury center.”

Triston shifted uncomfortable in his seat, and Lillian looked up at him, her brow furrowed.

“What luxuries do you offer exactly?” she asked Triston, sarcastically.

His father interrupted before he could answer, rambling on about the steam rooms, pool, saunas and tanning beds.

“We just added a full time masseuse and waxing professional. It will be launching soon,” he said beaming.

Triston mouthed the words I can explain. A look of desperation crossed his face.

Lillian sat with her legs crossed, tapping her pen on the folder. “You are in need of marketing? It seems to me you guys are very successful with memberships.”

She was angry with him for blowing her off this week, but sitting there watching Triston, she couldn’t help but recall every smack he had placed on her skin. Lillian was reminded every time she sat down over the past week. She wasn’t going to let him get off that easily.

Tobias got up from his seat and wandered around her office talking about his ideas to expand. He continued his speech while studying her awards on the back wall, his hands moving wildly as he spoke. Lillian took the opportunity to play a little game.

She swirled her chair to face Triston head on and backed it up against the glass window. Triston’s eyes were locked on her as she slid her skirt slowly up her thighs.

As Tobias moved down the wall, Lillian knew she had time, there were many frames and pictures to admire. She spread her legs open, the silk red lining of her skirt reflected off Triston's eyes, his lips parted again, mesmerized by her movements.

She ran her hand slowly against her skin, and stopped at her scarlet lace thong, caressing the material and circling herself slowly while Triston watched. His hands were gripping both arms of his chair tightly now, his body looked as if it would pounce across the table. She took both hands to the sides of the garment, and leaned back on the chair, lifting her ass carefully. Her flesh was exposed as she freed herself from the fabric. She slid it down and stepped out quietly, clutching the undies in her hand.

Triston was biting his lip now, staring at her balled fist. She stood up and walked around the desk toward her silent student. When she stepped next to his chair he peered up at her, looking like a sad puppy, wanting to play.

She slapped her panties against his chest and he brought his hand to grab hers tightly. She released the fabric, and he pulled her wrist to his mouth, kissing it softly, then licking her flesh. Tucking her thong into his jacket pocket.

She broke his burning gaze by stepping away, just as Tobias turned around smiling.

“Here I am rambling, my son has barely said a word and it’s his baby!” He laughed.

Lillian crossed her arms over her chest, aware that her nipples were poking through her shirt from the excitement.

“Tris, tell her your ideas son,” Tobias said.

Triston cleared his throat. “Well, I’m pretty sure you hit them all Pop.”

Lillian could see sweat beading on the back of his neck. He was pulling at his pant legs awkwardly. A feeling of accomplishment washed over her.

“It all sounds wonderful, I would be happy to help. Unfortunately I have a full client list at the moment, but I can refer you to another agent here,” she said, smiling.

“That would be great,” Tobias said excitedly, “here, take this. It’s a complimentary deep tissue massage before our big debut.”

“Thank you very much,” she said, glancing at the business card.

Both Tobias and Triston’s names were printed, along with their business phone numbers and emails.

Lillian turned and approached her desk, brushing her hip against Triston as she passed. Bending over to grab her own card, she thought she heard him moan behind her. She lifted her phone and pressed the intercom. Speaking quickly with Robin she set the men up with another agent, who was thankfully still there. She hung up and turned to face the men.

She met Triston’s stare, a devilish look had invaded his face.

Lillian handed Tobias her card. “Do not hesitate to call if you need any assistance, but Penny is very successful and has a lot of experience in your niche.”

Triston stood up and adjusted his dress slacks. He ran his hand across the back of his neck and stared at the floor.

His dad was busy thanking Lillian for her time, as he made his way out of the office towards the reception desk to invade Penny next. Unaware that his son had stayed behind.

Triston pushed her gently out of the door frame, hiding them from view. His arms on the wall on each side of her head, his face was inches from her lips.

“I see you,” he growled, his breath hot on her face.

“You haven’t seen me for a week,” she snapped back.

He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing her chin.

“You are wrong,” he was staring at her lips, “I have been watching you every night.”

Lillian licked her lips slowly, trying to get Triston to kiss her, instead he brought his mouth to her ear, pressing his chest against her body.

“Just like Devon watching Tess,” he said.

His words caused her body to twinge in provocation. Triston pressed his pelvis against her hard, teasing her. Then broke away and stepped toward the exit.

He looked back and tapped his front jacket pocket. “Thank you for the gift Miss Lilly.”


Devon and Tess were the main characters in the book Lillian had suggested. Devon was a spirit, obsessed with Tess, the girl who had moved into his home after he died. The book was a constant struggle for Devon, who had to suffer watching Tess every night, longing to take her, but only able to invade her dreams.

Lillian flipped through the paperback copy of Haunt Me Only, while sitting on her beige couch in her large studio apartment. She had opened a bottle of wine the night before to refresh herself on the story, after Triston had whispered the reference in her ear. It was now noon the next day, she was happy to be off of work.

Unable to sleep, too rushed with an air of expectancy. She tried everything to satisfy her lust with little success.

She got up and paced the floor. Making her way to the kitchen island in the open room she glanced down on the marble countertop. The Lux Fit card sat beckoning her.

Lillian contemplated if she should take advantage of the free massage. Then she was struck with a tempting idea.

Fuck it, she thought, and went to get changed.


The gym was quiet for early afternoon. Lillian walked up to the desk, realizing she should have called to make an appointment. Speaking to the employee at the counter, she handed him the card and apologized for not calling.

The young man gave her a pleasant smile and told her he would check. Picking up the phone he dialed the number and waited.

Lillian walked back from the desk, and stared through the glass at the people working inside. Her eyes wandered to the treadmills, and she felt a flutter in her stomach. She knew she had come here to see Triston, and she thought about asking the employee for Triston’s office instead. She held her tongue, anticipating his appearance, while staring at the security camera tucked away in the corner of the ceiling.

After mumbling on the phone, the man hung up and came around the desk.

“Miss right this way,” as he led her to a hallway opposite the gym, “My name is Andy, when your service is complete, we would love for you to fill out a comment card rating your experience. I have them at the front.”

Lillian smirked then nodded, and let Andy lead her away. She was surprised at the size of the facility. She had been a member for a while, but had never even noticed the wing behind the main entrance. It was decorated in a contemporary style, the walls painted an olive green with white accents. As she walked, she noticed each room was embossed with silver flowers on wooden doors instead of numbers. Roses, Violets, and Lilacs all on display as she followed Andy down tranquil space. He stopped in front of the Water Lilly door, and opened it for her. Stepping to the side, Andy allowed Lillian to enter.

“You will find a robe, slippers, and complementary lip balm and lotion. I apologize, but the spa locker room is not ready yet for guests. Once you disrobe, please lay face down on the table and cover your body with the heated sheet. When the chimes ring, your masseuse will enter.

“You will be receiving the hot stone treatment first, then our signature aromatherapy package. It includes a deep tissue massage, with your choice of oil. They can be found on the counter as well. Place your selection in the basket there by the table.”

Lillian glanced over at the many bottles and smiled. “Thank you.”

Andy shut the door gently and left her alone in the large room. She walked over to the counter and studied the selections carefully, lifting each oil to her nose. Deciding on a lemon, orange and eucalyptus scent. The uplifting aroma immediately alerted her senses, and refreshed her mind.

She placed the vile in place as instructed, then pulled out her own bottle from her handbag. Her hand shook nervously as she set it in the warmer on the tray. Lillian peeled off her dark jeans and black sweater, folding them neatly on the oversized parlor chair in the corner of the room. The wood was delicately carved with Lilly’s, and the fabric of the cushion a light baby blue.

Lillian removed her bra, tucking in between pants and shirt. She peeled off her bottoms, she never did like getting completely nude for these things. This time was different.

She laid on the table and brought the warm blanket around her. In a cocoon of heat, placing her head in the open hole and closing her eyes. The music softly played sounds of a stream, peacefully bubbling over a classical song. Lillian waited, enjoying the serenity. Feeling relaxed for the first time in weeks.

Four chimes rang slowly over the speaker, and the door opened. It made a light click as it shut softly. Lillian opened her eyes and could see the lights dim low. The masseuse walked to the counter, rustling around, then moving to the tray by her head. A sudden citrus scent filled her nostrils. The hot stones from the warmer made a tap as they were piled together. Her esthetician paused for a moment, and she could hear the mystery bottle being studied next to her. She watched the floor, peering at the large sneakered feet next to her vulnerable body.

Lillian couldn’t help but smile widely, she was ready to finally have the upper hand.

The heated blanket was pulled back, exposing her upper body. She moaned softly, and the sneakers shuffled. Two large oiled hands rested on her shoulders and began kneading away at her tense muscles. Lillian let the ruse continue, trying to calm the impulse inside her mind. Hot stones were then placed gently down her spine. Stopping at the space just above the cleft of her ass. Each one placed firmly and massaged in a slow circle.

As the hands made their way down the backs of her arms, she clenched her body.

“Triston, a little harder please,” she smiled at the floor.

The hands retreated, aware that the jig was up.

“Miss Lilly, you ruined my surprise,” Triston said, disappointed.

The lack of his touch on her skin made her roll over, the stones falling to the floor. The sound made Triston step back, he was staring at her exposed breasts. His eyes could burn a hole through her flesh.

Lillian sat up gracefully. “Maybe I have my own surprise planned.”

She stood up, dropping the heavy blanket to join the stones. Inches away from Triston, she grabbed the bottom of his white shirt and lifted it over his torso. She grabbed both of his arms and pulled him to the large massage bed, sitting him down to watch her naked body.

Triston’s chest muscles flexed as she reached over to the tray, her limbs glistening in the soft light. Lillian’s eyes locked on his face, observing his tongue sliding around slowly inside his mouth.

Taking the bottle of Nuru gel, she brought the top to her collar bone and squeezed it liberally from left to right. The thick silky oil covered her front, and dripped down off her breasts like a sexy waterfall. She dragged a hand across her chest, massaging her own body, cupping each orb, then traveling down her abdomen and reaching the smooth skin between her legs.

Triston reached up, attempting to assist her, she allowed his palm to make contact for only a brief second, then slapped it away playfully.

He grinned and rubbed his gelled fingers together. “What the hell is this stuff?”

“I thought you would have known,” she started, rubbing herself and softening her eyes, “the next read on your list, A Foreign Affair, they explore with Nuru massage. I thought your complementary rub was a hint.”

“I haven’t gotten that far Miss Lilly,” he said quietly, studying every inch of her skin.

“Consider this a prologue then,” she said in her own sultry growl, “now undress Triston.”

He did as she demanded. Kicking off his sneakers and yanking away his gray sweatpants and shorts. Lillian couldn’t help raising her eyebrows at the sight of his girth. He smirked at her reaction and she pinched his cheeks together with her oiled hand, forcing his lips into a pout. The stubble on his face slipped against her fingers.

Now lay down on that thing,” she shifted her eyes down to his hard cock.

He frowned, making her squeeze tighter.

She released his face as he simpered. “It's teachers turn Triston.”

Lillian watched him roll over. Lowering himself face down, adjusting his manhood uncomfortably. Lillian poured the hot gel on the small of his back, letting it pool and spread over his sculpted muscles. The sensation made him tense then relax into the table.

She climbed on top of him straddling his lower calves. Her wet body quickly saturated his lower half. Rubbing the gel around his back, and bringing her hands to his firm ass cheeks.

She glided her slippery body across his back, letting her breasts run across his skin, up towards his neck.

Triston moaned loudly at the pressure of her arms, as they slid from one side to the other.

“Nuru massage is an erotic Japanese massage, using only your body to please your partner,” she explained in a whisper, as she pressed her warm pussy against his thighs and slid easily up to straddle his buttocks.

She grinded her ass into him as she flexed her hamstrings against his hips. Bringing her tits down again to cover his back like a wet paintbrush. The gentle pressure of her lower muscles caused Triston to moan in approval. She slid down the curvature of his spine, her chest pressed against him, working her way back down to his quads. Gliding her palms in different directions on his skin. She lifted herself up and straddled him backwards, now facing his feet. She grinded her sits bones into his ass, in a tauntingly slow and hard circle.

“The special lotion is extremely slippery, made specifically for erotic massage,” she said.

Lillian slid her clit along his wet back, resting herself on his upper spine. She reached down and grabbed his hard calves, squeezing them as she dragged her body back and forth. Every movement created a welcome sensation, she pressed her lips together tightly and gripped her hands back into his muscle.

“It’s a tantric massage, that could go on for hours,” she said, letting her nipples graze his cheeks sideways, and continued to his thighs.

Triston groaned and used his arms to lift up from the table and turn over, causing Lillian to slide further down his calves.

“I can not wait hours,” he said, his hands reaching for her, trying to pull her close. Her skin was gleaming and impossible to grip. Lillian twirled around and sat on his lower abdomen, feeling his hard-on tap lightly behind her.

She pinned his arms down and slid her breasts across his face. “No hands Triston.”

He glared into her eyes as she worked back down, her lips inches from his mouth. His breath was hot, panting against her face. By his expression, she thought he would protest, but instead he stared deep into her eyes.

“Yes Miss Lilly,”

Pleased, Lillian grabbed the gel and poured it over Triston's pecs. Circling each nipple and then working down to his abs. He watched her, his arms resting above his head. she flipped around again, straddling his hips, grinding circles with her body. Letting his dick stand at attention between her open legs. Wanting him, but forcing both of them to wait. Lillian needed to be patient, to return the sexual exasperation he tortured her with.

She worked her body like a dance. Leaning back to let her shoulders shimmy across his chest. Parting her legs wide and drilling her back against his abs. She brought a hand to her core, and allowed her fingers to linger, feeling the immense heat radiating off of Triston’s body. Traveling lower, she brushed her center lightly against his twitching cock. Rising up and bending forward to give him a nice view of her ass. He groaned at the sight, and she ran her hands back up his legs, across his balls, and finally his long shaft.

Triston’s body tightened, and she watched as his toes curled from the sensation.

“Miss Lilly,” he said breathlessly, “May I please-”

“You may use your hands now Triston,” she breathed out.

Immediately his paws were on her, sliding around her ass and pinching her skin lightly. Unable to grip her because of the slickness. Triston sat up, using one hand to brace himself, the other he brought around her waist, and pulled her close against his chest. He grabbed her right breast firmly in his hand, squeezing it tightly. She let her body melt, using her legs to rotate her backside into him. Trailing his fingers down her stomach and stopping just below her navel, Triston bit her neck and groaned into her ear.

“I need you now Miss Lilly,” he murmured.

Lillian grabbed his cock tightly, and began to stroke. “Mr. Andeno, how does it feel to need?”

The words made the man howl with frustration. The sound of her lubed hand kneading his length only tormented him further.

“I was trying to build anticipation like the ghost book,” he pleaded with her, “it was your suggestion.”

Lillian released her grasp and stood up from the table. Leaving him propped up on his elbows and looking desperate. She smiled over him. Grabbing her breasts in each hand and squeezing them together.

“So are you finally ready for the big test?” she asked playfully.

Triston seemed to fly off the table towards her, grabbing her ass with one hand, her breast with the other. Bringing his mouth down to bite at her nipple. She gasped out with pleasure, and wrapped her wet arms around his neck . He pushed her back against the wall, knocking over the tray.

Lillian jumped at the crash, but found herself pinned by his massive body, his erection stabbing her in the thigh.

“Yes Ma’am” he grunted, and bit her neck, sliding his hand between her legs. As Triston used his strong arms to lift her, Lillian tried to keep from slipping against the wall. Bracing herself for penetration, she sucked her lip, trying to stifle her eagerness.

Triston cupped her ass with one hand propping her up against the wall. His strength was remarkable. Lillian wrapped her legs around his waist and waited. He slid his other hand down his shaft, and pressed it against her lower lips. “I have been thinking about this every mile on that damn machine.”

Before he could enter her, a blinding light flashed from the ceiling, and a blaring alarm rang out through the room. Echoing painfully against the walls. Shocked from the sudden intrusion, Triston lost his grip, sending Lillian to the floor. Her bottom made a wet smack against the cold tile.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” she hollered out into the room.

Triston grabbed under her arms and lifted her upright.

A panicked expression invaded his chiseled face, as he started to speak, but stuttered in confusion.

“It’s okay, just go,” she waved him off in a hurry.

Triston turned to run, but slipped and fell hard on his back. The Nuru Gel creating their erotic slip and slide was not helping his retreat. Lillian grabbed a robe off the hook and wrapped herself in it quickly. She took the sheet from the floor and tossed it on his naked body. The piercing sound was making her head ring in pain. The lights flashing from the smoke detector above continued their assault.

Triston used the fabric to wipe down his feet and legs, then stood on it to get dressed. His white shirt stuck to his skin. He reached for his shoes and pounced towards the exit.

Opening the door, they were greeted with a cloud of smoke. Triston whipped his body around and reached out his greased hand.

“Lillian, hurry!” He shouted at her, snapping her out of her daze.

“This is real?” She said, shocked.

She slid on the floor forgetting about her bare feet. Triston bent down and shoved on his sneakers. Before he stood, he swooped her body up and into his arms, carrying her out and into the hallway.