Ethan stepped out of Brooke’s office. He was dressed, though his movents were a little stiff. The silence in the hallway felt strange. He spotted a young woman, clearly an employee, near the station. She looked young, cheerful—a little lacking in the chest departnt, but her small breasts were high and perky.
Ethan walked over to her. "Hey," he said smoothly. "Brooke is... indisposed right now. Could you go in and help her out?"
The girl looked at him, blushing furiously, and lowered her gaze. She spoke softly, almost too low for Ethan to hear. "Yes. I—I heard a little bit of what happened. I’ll go help her right now."
Ethan burst out laughing. As she walked past him, he couldn’t resist a quick, hard slap on her cheerful, small but well-toned butt. The girl giggled, turned back, and gave him a suggestive smile. "Any ti you’re free, Young Master, we can go out and have so fun."
"Sure, sure," Ethan replied, dismissing her with a nod.
[She’s a keeper, Ethan!] the System chirped imdiately. [Cute girl, completely wild about you and your cock. Tell her to drop her panties right now, I bet you fifty bucks she does it.]
Ethan laughed again, shaking his head. [I know, but I won’t lie to you. My cock is actually burning a little. Brooke’s ass was really damn tight.]
[Ha! Told you! You need to buy penis ointnt, you idiot! They sell it cheap at the drug store. Absolutely essential for you,] the System cackled.
[I’ll see if I need it later,] Ethan mused. [The pain isn’t exactly unpleasant. It reminds of that bitch crying and screaming under my cock.]
The System laughed even louder. [True! But let’s move it. You had a pleasant couple of hours in there, but you wasted too much ti.]
As Ethan walked down the long, quiet corridor, he noticed the lights were indeed dimd; the place was deserted. He kept going toward the front when another stylist intercepted him.
"Young Master, your friend is waiting for you in the reception area. Please, follow ."
Ethan nodded, walking behind her, enjoying the view of her swaying hips.
When they reached the waiting area, Ethan stopped dead.
Jason was standing there. He was completely new. Ethan knew he was strong, but he had not expected this. Jason looked like a movie star. His salt-and-pepper hair, neatly trimd and styled, and his matching beard made him incredibly handso. He was wearing a tailored outfit—no jacket, just trousers, a crisp white shirt, and a smooth, shiny vest with a simple tie.
The mont Jason saw Ethan, he stood up straight and gave a slight bow, perfectly executed, like a seasoned butler.
Jessica was also waiting behind the counter, looking much less defeated but incredibly nervous. "Young Master," she said softly. "We couldn’t get a full suit, as all the tailoring shops were closed. We could only get this outfit. We deeply apologize."
Ethan smiled at Jessica’s complete submissiveness and slight blush. "It’s fine. Give the QR for paynt."
She already had everything prepared. She extended the scanner, and Ethan paid without wasting any more ti.
As they walked out, Jessica stood behind the counter and delivered their farewell. "Co back soon. We’ll always be ready for you."
Ethan understood the subtle proposition, but he also noticed sothing else: Jessica wasn’t leaning in for him to see her cleavage through her low neckline. Her eyes, instead, were fixed on Jason, who looked distinctly uncomfortable and slightly nervous under her intense stare.
They continued to the car and got in. Ethan started driving, while Jason remained lost in thought, staring out the window at the passing city lights.
Ethan kept driving, breaking the comfortable silence. "I was waiting for quite a while, you know. You took your sweet ti."
Jason looked over, a faint blush creeping up his newly clean-shaven cheeks. "My apologies, Boss. Thank you for paying for the service. I—I may have enjoyed it too much and lingered longer than necessary."
Ethan looked genuinely confused. "What service are you talking about?"
Jason blinked. "The special service Jessica gave ."
Ethan burst out laughing, a loud, clear sound that filled the BMW’s cabin. "You an you slept with her? You actually fucked her?"
Jason, despite being an older man, a veteran of wars and extre situations, flushed even darker. He was quite traditional when it ca to n and won. "Sir, I—yes. I... did that with her."
Ethan chuckled. "Man, I didn’t pay for anything like that! I only paid for the haircut and the clothes. Everything you did with Jessica, she did because she wanted to. And it looks like she’s fallen head over heels for you. Didn’t you see the way she was looking at you when we left? She was scanning you like she wanted to devour you right there again!"
Jason managed a weak laugh, still looking down, bashful despite his new, imposing appearance. "I can’t deny it, Boss. That was the best... act of intimacy I’ve had in many, many years. Being on the run, I could never drop my guard. As a forr Special Forces soldier, I couldn’t afford to show weakness in a hostile place, and I never knew who might be watching ."
Ethan smiled easily. "Don’t worry about the ti. The manager ca to find , and we ended up having a long conversation ourselves. The girls there are pretty damn horny, so if you ever want to co back in the future, I’m sure they’ll treat you just as well."
[Haha! Jason the Stud! The old man went from holess to horn-dog! See, Ethan? Even military discipline breaks for a decent piece of ass,] the System quipped rcilessly.
Ethan took a deep breath, the casual conversation sliding into sothing serious. Jason’s admission about his background confird his suspicions.
"I’m very curious about your past, Jason," Ethan said, his voice dropping slightly. "Would you mind sharing a bit more with ?"
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