Page 10 of Drill Session

A few hours later,

The Lover’s Spa

This place was lit as fuck and it wasn’t your regular spa where people walked around in solid color scrubs and Sketchers, these bitches walked around naked as fuck. I sensed Akira’s disdain and told her if she felt uncomfortable then we could leave but she told me no, not wanting to ruin shit, since she mentioned it. Besides the sex appeal, the place was spotless as fuck and nothing like I’ve ever seen before. The lights were dimmed, and it smelled like vanilla and cocoa butter. It gave a very serene vibe, the walls were dark and when you walked inside there was a walk in, underground pool with people naked, mostly women giving other women neck massages.

There weren’t any male massage therapists on this floor from what I was told, so they gave a choice upon walking in if we preferred a male or a female one. Akira knew better than to ask for a male one, but if she did, I wouldn’t impose. She wasn’t that fucking bold.

I swear on my fucking mama, if I called my niggas right now and told them this shit, they wouldn’t fucking believe it. Now I see why people often vacation here, but for this place to ducked off and off the radar is wild to me. Obviously, popularity isn’t something they sought for because they didn’t need it, but the curator of this shit is a fucking genius. As a couple, coming here, you have to be mature as fuck, not that Akira and I were one, but this a great fucking start because it opened my eyes to how far she’d go if I wanted to try some shit with her.

“Don’t get no fucking ideas,” she mumbled to me; only loud enough for me to hear.

We sat in the lobby once we told the receptionist what type of massage she wanted. It was already booked and paid for, courtesy of the premium package Lucky and Jalisa encouraged us to purchase. Akira opted for a deep tissue massage, but I sat this one out.

Swiping the tip of my nose, I shook my head and pulled out my phone to keep my eyes glued elsewhere. Hers remained on the women in the pool, doing their own thing, engulfed in their own world, not paying us any attention.

“All I want is you baby,” I assured her, because it was the truth. Even leaving here, I wouldn’t be thinking about these flat pancake booty having ass women when Akira is all I’ve ever yearned for. I wouldn’t capture her and then fumble her like that. I’d be a fucking fool.

“I’m not insecure or anything,” she rambled.

Taking my eyes off my phone, I looked up at her and pecked her on the lips. “You better fuckin’ not be, Princess. It ain’t a bitch on this island I see the way I see you. I can fill up a college ruled notebook on why you’re the finest woman on this earth. Don’t make me act the fuck up.” I let her know, making her blush.

Just as I slid my phone back in my jean pocket, the receptionist told us our massage therapist was ready for Akira.

“Is it okay if my fr—um, if he joins me?” Akira asked.

The receptionist told her it was okay, as I nodded and shook my head to keep myself from showing the fuck out. She almost got caught slippin’, putting me in the fucking friend zone, like we ain’t past the point by now. We entered the cold room, and it was cozy as fuck in here. Just like the lobby the lights were dim, but soft white noise was playing lowly from the speaker.

“Your massage therapist will be in shortly, Ms. Moore. You can get yourself comfortable.” The receptionist smiled and closed the door to give us privacy.

As Akira removed her white crochet Chanel sandals, I slapped her across the ass and roughly grabbed her by the neck while pulling her up. Her eyes grew wide, but I applied just enough pressure for her to know that I wasn’t joking around.

“Akira, keep on fuckin’ playing with me,” I warned her.

Peering her eyes at me innocently, she batted her mink lashes and beseeched me. Her full, pretty, gloss coated lips parted and muttered, “What I do?”

“That friend shit gon’ get this pussy beat up.”

“But Drill we never?—”

Just as she was about to speak her peace, a subtle knock sounded through the room before the door slowly swung open and our masseuse announced herself. I didn’t remove my hands from Akira’s neck; however, I did loosen up my grip and looked over at the masseuse. I squinted my eyes and looked her over because I recognized her. It was Saira, the woman at the bar, lusting over Akira last night. What’re the fucking odds?

No doubt she was fine as fuck. I never said she was ugly, but last night I wasn’t looking at her like that because my primary focus was on Akira and getting her the fuck away from her. Now here she is, standing in front of us, naked as the day she was born. Her brown sugar-colored nipples sat up at attention and her titties were pretty and perky as fuck. She had a nice ass body too. Between her thighs rested the prettiest bald pussy and her vulva was peeking through.

Akira glanced at me, sensing my disdain now. Insecurity was never a factor when it came to me, but merely over the fact this woman felt comfortable enough to vocalize the way she felt about Akira was crazy. They do say women are bold when it comes to getting their way. I’ve always said it’s easier for a woman to ask another woman to fuck and they wouldn’t get offended versus if a nigga asked then he’d be called all kinds of perverts and shit. Saira got Akira’s pussy wet and from the way she admitted it to me last night when I asked, told me all I needed to know. Some shit was about to go down and if Akira allowed it, who am I to intrude and stop her from getting pleasure. After all, I’m just a fucking friend right, so I don’t have much say so.

Having greeted Akira and me, and after my refusal of a couple’s massage, she indicated a bench affixed to the wall, a quiet smile on her face. Before doing so, I whispered, “If you get the urge to suck on her pussy, make sure you suck the cum out that I put in her last night,” in her ear.

CHAPTER5

Akira

Drill released my neck, and I gulped. Goosebumps covered parts of my body. The cool breeze coming the AC wafted with the mixture of Saira standing in front of Drill and I with so much lust and admiration in her eyes. The man above was playing wicked games or maybe this was his devious enemy reckoning with a force to start something that wasn’t supposed to happen. My mouth parted open looking over her beautiful body with my eyes. I mean damn, I knew she was beautiful because attached to her was a pretty face. To ease my nerves, I took a deep breath and smiled at her.

“Hey,” I greeted her and nudged for Drill to do the same.

“Wassup,” he spoke with a slight head nod.

“Good evening,” she purred seductively. “I see that you’re still dressed. Of course, you know for a deep tissue massage full nudity is required and I didn’t see any exclusions when you filled out the paperwork,” she spoke to me then looked at Drill. “Will you be joining her today?”

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