Summary: Trish gets stressed out when she forgets her wall street boy toy, who is super picky about appearances, is coming back from his convention tomorrow. With the help of a creative surprise from her bestie, Milena, she gets a rub down that will certainly relax her for his arrival.
Categories: Completed Het Stories Characters: Justin Timberlake
Awards: None
Genres: Alternate Universe
Challenges: None
Series: The Dirty Series
Chapters: 3 Completed: Yes
Word count: 3627 Read: 10134
Published: Dec 08, 2009 Updated: Dec 09, 2009
1. The Realization by ninabina
2. The Brazilian by ninabina
3. The Massage by ninabina
The Realization by ninabina
“Oh...my....God,” Trisha sighed.
“What?” Milena rolled her eyes, picking at her manicured nail as she tapped her foot, flipped through her magazine, and chewed her gum--all while talking on her cell phone to her best friend.
“I completely forgot that Joe is getting in tomorrow from his conference,” she sighed.
“So?” Milena asked, disinterestedly.
“So? So! It means that I have to go to the spa, or he’ll kill me. You know how he is about...you know,” she grumbled. “I just don’t have time for this--I have to finish Christmas shopping, I have to make sure the house is spotless, go grocery shopping, whip up a gourmet meal, and somehow make time to go to the spa to get my eyebrows waxed, the milk wrap, and get every inch of my body hairless.”
Milena rolled her eyes again. She hated Joe. He was the biggest douchebag on the face of the planet, always forcing Trish to try and keep up with his Wall Street image. She swore that Trish was just his little trophy girl, and that became more and more obvious the longer that they were together. She just thought that it was unfortunate--because she had so much more to offer.
“Then don’t, Trisha. You know that you don’t have to do anything for anyone. You don’t have to get a brazilian and act like you’re on your honeymoon every time that boy comes home. Is he really worth the effort?” Milena asked.
She listened to her sigh. “Of course...” but there was definitely a meekness in Trish’s voice, one that she had grown accustomed to.
“Look. You know I don’t approve of Joe, but if it means that much to you....I can pick up the groceries, call the maid, and then meet you at the spa. How does that sound?” Milena offered.
“Really?” Trish asked, almost unsure of herself. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“You don’t need to. That’s what friends are for. I’ll make the appointment, and I’ll see you at five. I have the perfect place to go--it’s a new place, and I’ve heard rave reviews. I’ll text you the address.”
“Thanks, Lena...you’re the best.”
She could hear her smile through the phone, and just nodded. “Just remember this if I finally tie the knot.”
Both of them chuckled before hanging up, Milena opting to finish her mani/pedi while she made all the arrangements for the girlie spa day, immediately calling her latest find, Le Crux Spa & Resort.
“Le Crux...Spa & Resort. This is Adrienne speaking, how may I help you?”
“Hi Adrienne...my name is Milena Brown. I’ve been in to your spa a few times...and I wanted to make a last minute reservation.”
“Sure, just for you, ma’am?”
“No...my friend Trisha Jones will be arriving before me, and I want to make sure you give her the ‘special treatment,’” Milena offered as the young asian painted the white tips on her french pedicure, a sly smile adorning her face.
“Ah...the special treatment?” she asked curiously, her throat clearing just a little.
“Yes....the special treatment. Preferably with that new guy I’ve heard rave reviews about. What was his name? Justin?”
“Yes...Justin...he’s available. And for you?”r32;
“Just a rub down. I’ll see you at 4pm,” Milena replied.
“See you then, Ms. Brown.”
The Brazilian by ninabina
Trish groaned as she ran to the curb to put money in the meter, making sure she put enough time in until it expired, so that she wouldn’t get a ticket.
She frantically grabbed her purse, checked her blackberry, and ran towards the spa that Milena had sent her the address to. She checked the name before running in and skidding to the receptionists desk.
“Hi,” she uttered, completely out of breath. “I’m Trisha Jones. My friend Milena called and scheduled me an appointment for 4pm. I’m sorry I’m late...traffic,” she tried to explain frantically.
“It’s okay, Ms. Jones. We’ve been waiting for you. Calm down,” she smiled. “I’m Adrienne, and let me just confirm your packages.”
“Sure,” she smiled, taking a few deep breaths to calm her nerves.
“You’re getting a brazilian, a mud wrap, hot stones, facial, mani/pedi combo, and our special rubdown treatment. That sound right?”
“Yes, that’s perfect. Um...how long will this take?” Trish asked nervously, checking her watch again.
“There’s no such thing as time here at Le Crux. You’re here for your enjoyment, and that’s all we allow,” she smiled. “Let me lead you to your room.”
Trisha went to protest, but decided that she was here, she might as well enjoy this. She followed her through the gorgeous lobby and off to the lockers. After she was left alone, she effortlessly slipped down to nothing and pulled the robe on.
When she came out, she saw Milena waiting for her, ready to go get in their milk bath.
“Milena, you really didn’t need to do all this, but thank you,” she smiled.
“Girl...if he’s that picky, I figure you might as well at least have a good time prepping,” she winked. “C’mon, we’ve got some soaking to do.”
The girls made their way to their baths, where they relaxed and chatted about everything and anything, just enjoying the time out that they rarely got to spend together. She saw two very handsome men walk in, both wearing wife beaters and shorts. As soon as she saw them, she turned to Milena with a raised eyebrow.
“I meant to ask you about this special treatment....” she trailed off.
“You’ll thank me later,” Milena smirked.
“Trisha?” Both women looked up at the man that just spoke. “I’m Justin. I’ll be taking care of you for the rest of the afternoon. Would you like to come with me?” he asked gently.
Trisha looked back at Milena and shook her head with a smirk. “Sure.”
Justin held out his hand and gently helped her out of the milk bath, gently walking her over to the shower area and letting her rinse off before handing her the bath robe.
“So...I’m told we need to get you a brazilian and the special massage. You think you’re up for that?” he asked.
“You’re going to do my brazilian?” she asked, incredulously.
“That was the plan, unless you’re not comfortable,” he smiled, flashing his perfectly white teeth. There was something playful about his energy, yet innocent at the same time. She couldn’t help but notice his strong muscles in his wife beater, and how low his pants rested on his hips.
“No, of course not. I’m just used to having a woman do it, that’s all,” she smiled, but secretly she was a little nervous about baring her privates to a man and a complete stranger.
She followed him into one of the private rooms, waiting for him to disappear before she dropped her robe. She bit her bottom lip as she climbed on the massage table and pulled the sheet over the bottom half of her naked body, feeling a little shy.
When Justin finally walked back in, she bit her bottom lip.
“So are we doing the massage first or are we doing the brazilian?” she asked, the nevousness evident in her voice. She had never had a male masseuse before.
“What would you prefer, Ms. Jones?” he asked. God, his voice was so soothing.
“I think the brazilian. Best to get it over with not, right? Get the pain out of the way to enjoy the pleasure?” she asked, timidly.
“I like the way you think, Ms. Jones,” he smirked, a hint of flirtation in his voice. “Well, spread ‘em. Let’s get this over with, “ he winked.
“Excuse me?” she asked, shocked.
“Sorry. I was just trying to lighten the mood--you seemed nervous,” he offered, backing off a little. He quickly warmed up some wax and readied the supplies before walking over to her. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“It’s okay...I am just nervous...I’ve never had a male masseuse before.”
“It’s alright. But we’re going to need to get you to relax a little, or this massage is going to be pointless,” he smiled again, flashing those gorgeous pearly whites.
“I’m going to need you to lay on your back, darling. And we’re going to have to remove this towel,” he finished.
She finally complied, slowly turning over on her back, baring her breasts to him as he gently peeled the towel from her lower half to cover her breasts. She could have sworn that she saw him staring at them when he did, but she shrugged it off.
“Alright...I’m going to spread your legs a little. Is that okay with you?” he asked gently, his hand slowly moving down her thigh to her knee.
“Y-yes,” she whimpered. The feeling of the sheet sliding against the taughtness of her nipple, mixed with seeing him catch a peak was really affecting her. Not to mention the fact that this man was fine as hell and just asked to spread her legs. She was dripping already, and she was a little afraid of what he’d find when he did spread them.
He gently grabbed her hips and pulled her down to the edge of the table, his hands gently massaging her thighs sensually before gently pushing them apart. From the view she had, it looked as if he was about ready to plunge into her, and she closed her eyes to let her imagination continue.
He smirked a little when he saw her fluids slowly starting to drip, and he knew that this wouldn’t be very difficult.
“So what’s the occasion? Most women hate getting Brazilians,” he asked casually as he gently started spreading the wax on with the wooden stick.
“Oh...my...boyfriend. He’s very picky, you could say,” she whispered.
“That’s too bad. I think you’re perfect the way you are,” he gently spoke.
“Thanks,” she blushed.
“What shape do you want?” he asked.
“Shave it all...” she whimpered.
“All of it?” he asked.
“All of it.”
“Damn, he is picky,” he laughed, spreading the wax over every inch of her hair before delicately pressing the white strip over her center, to which he heard a slight whimper. “You okay?”
“I will be...” she uttered.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you,” he smiled, right before he ripped the strip off and she screamed out in pain.
“God, I’ll never get used to that,” she cried, biting her fist to keep from screaming more. She closed her eyes tightly, but her eyes flew open when she felt something wet on her center, something warm.
She looked down to see Justin’s head buried between her thighs.
“Uh...what are you....” she went to protest, but the feeling of lips encasing around her clit stopped her.
“Shh,” he muttered against her skin, lapping at her dripping fluid. “I told you I was going to take care of you.”
“Uh....huh.....” was all she managed to get out.
HIs tongue continued to work up and down her clit, her legs beginning to shake from the excitement. Joe would never go down on her in a million years, and she certainly wasn’t expecting this. She couldn’t deny how good it felt, the pleasure of his soft, nimble tongue moving against her most sensitive hub, the stinging from the wax job an afterthought.
“Oh....God,” she whimpered again, feeling one of his fingers enter her. Her hips started to move involuntarily, a hand moving down to slide into his gorgeous curls.
“Fuck, yes. Faster....” she moaned.
He obliged, letting his tongue flick expertly against her clit before starting to nibble ever so carefully. His fingers were massaging her insides expertly, making sure that he was working her right.
“Faster. That’s...oh yes. God, fuck....right there,” she whimpered again, starting to ride the wave higher to her peak until he pulled away, leaving her hanging and wanting more. She gently hit the massage table with her first out of frustration.
“What the hell was that. First you flirt with me, then you cause me incredible amounts of pain, then your mouth is on my clit, sucking me off...but you have the audacity not to let me finish? Not only is that unprofessional, but that’s just wrong....” she whimpered.
“Hey....” he laughed. “Calm down. We have the next three hours to get you completely relaxed. You wouldn’t want to blow it all in one sitting, would you?"
"You're evil," she mumbled, taking a few deep breaths. "Pure evil."
She had finally calmed down after he disappeared into the other room to get the massage oils. She still couldn’t believe that it happened--that he actually went down on her after waxing her. Part of her wanted to march out of there and report it, but the part of her that desperately needed a release wouldn’t let her, no matter how dirty she felt.
She finally heard some rustling and realized that he had returned.
“Lavender okay? Or would you prefer vanilla?” he asked gently.
“Vanilla, please,” she replied. She had long since rolled back over onto her stomach and pulled the sheet back over to cover her ass.
“Vanilla it is, beautiful,” he smiled.
She heard some squirting, followed by some rubbing, and she tried not to let her mind wander. In no time, she felt his big, strong hands on her back, gently lubing her up and rubbing his fingers along her tense muscles.
“You’re tight,” he whispered gently against her ear. “Feels like someone hasn’t been getting the relief they need. Your man stop taking care of you, babygirl?” he asked quietly, his fingers expertly kneading into the flesh.
“Mmmhmm. He certainly doesn’t take care of me the way that you just did,” she whispered, feeling his hands move to her lower back.
“I could tell, or you wouldn’t have been dripping on my massage table,” he whispered with a chuckle.
“Don’t tease me,” she smirked.
“I’m just getting started,” he whispered, gently pulling the towel off of her ass, his big hands moving against her curvaceous cheeks, cupping and rubbing them admirably. “You have a gorgeous ass. Anyone ever tell you that?”
“Not lately,” she whispered, feeling him slowly work his way down her thighs, spending a lot of time on her calves and her feet before working his way back up to her ass. It was when she felt his fingers slide between her thighs again that she knew that their first encounter wasn’t a fluke.
“That’s too bad, beautiful. You deserve to have a man treat you right,” he continued, feeling the wetness easily slip onto his fingers, lubing his fingers before they slid into her tightness.
r32;“Looks like your shoulders aren’t the only area that’s tight. You want me to take care of this for you, babygirl?” he whispered, letting his thumb rub her nub effortlessly.
“I...uh...” she stuttered. “How were you planning to take care of this, exactly?” she mumbled.
“Why don’t you roll over and I’ll show you...” he responded.
She turned over, baring her naked body completely to him, and her jaw dropped completely when she saw that he was completely naked, hard, and ready to go.
“Holy shit....” she uttered. “Were....were you planning on this?” she asked, incredulously.
“Why do you think they call it the special treatment,” he asked, a smile on his face.
“Great,” she mumbled. “Milena dragged me to a male brothel.”
“Hey...I take offense to that,” he uttered. “Look, I’m just trying to take care of your needs. It’s obvious by the puddle of pussy juice over there that you need a good hip rocking. I can do that for you. I know you need it...” he smiled, grabbing her hips and pulling her to him, his penis sliding against her wet pussy before becoming trapped between their bodies.
She tried to mumble out something like ‘I’m not a whore,’ or ‘i have a boyfriend,’ but the feeling of his thick long cock throbbing against her was too much. She looked back down between them and saw his length and girth, and knew that there was no way she would have the strength to say no.
“Do I still get my massage,” she whispered.
“Honey...you’ll get plenty more than a massage,” he smirked.
“What are you waiting for, then?” she smiled, spreading her legs and pushing her hips towards his.
“Not so fast, darling. The point of this is to get you relaxed. I just need you to trust me,” he uttered.
“Trust. You’ve got it,” she nods.
He pulled away from her, grabbing more oil and sensually started spreading it over her entire body, taking extra time to lick, nibble, suck, and play with her breasts and her nipples before tantalizingly moving down her navel. He then playfully nipped at her center before tickling her legs and feet.
HIs motions were slow, deep, sensual, and more than anything she had ever felt before. He was gentle enough to calm her, yet teasing enough to drive her wild. By the time his hands worked their way back up to her hips, she was ready.
“If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to get the lotion, lube you down, and fuck you myself,” she uttered.
“Feisty, feisty....” he smirked. “I wouldn’t want to deny my customers of what they truly want. What’s your favorite position?” he asked, grabbing her hips and pulling her to the edge of the table again, holding the head of his cock and sliding it languidly against her center.
“I don’t care, just fuck me.”
“No, that’s not how this works. This is your day. How do you want it?” he asked again, but she didn’t respond.
“Missionary?” he asked, hovering over her, the head of his penis sliding gently into her center, but not going any further than the head.
She didn’t respond.
“Doggy?” he muttered, standing and flipping her again in a seamless motion before burying deep inside of her, and pulling out just as quickly as he entered.
“Doggy. Yes. Fuck. Just do that again...” she whimpered, her back arching to try and get close to him again.
He obliged, grabbing her hips and burying himself as deeply inside of her as he could get, feeling his length hit her walls as she shuddered a little from the impact.
“Now,” he whispered, bending his body over hers, appreciating her gentle curves as he massaged her shoulders and slowly down to the small of her back. The pads of his thumb gently circulated over the top of her ass.
“Please....” she whimpered, just feeling him push her, had never felt anyone that deep before, or stretch her as wide as he was at the moment.
“Patience, my dear. Patience,” he whispered as he started kissing up her neck. “Now do you want it fast....or slow?”
“Fast...” she groaned, gently biting into the pillow that was below her head.
“Fast. Got it,” he smiled, painstakingly slowly starting to move in and out of her, barely pushing in and almost pulling completely out.
“God, no. Come on...that’s so not fair...” she whimpered.
“I’m not convinced you know what you really want...” he muttered, gently pushing her legs further apart so that she was straddling the massage table and open wide to him.
“I know what I want. I want. you. to. fuck. me...” she whimpered.
“Fuck you how, babygirl?” he whispered, pausing as he pulled out, the tip of his head the only thing still inside of her. He looked down to appreciate the site of his long, thick cock attached to her body, his eyes closing as she started to tense around him. “You’re doing that on purpose babygirl.”
“So are you, jackass. Now fuck me...”
And with that, he grabbed her hips and plummeted deep inside of her, holding her hips ever so tightly so he could pound into her at a feverish pace. Her moans and cries of ecstasy convinced him to pound so hard into her that the massage table was starting to beat against the wall, causing items to fall around them.
“How’s....that....babygirl.....fucking.....fast......enough......for......you?” he grunted with each thrust, trying not to spill his load at the tightness surrounding him.
All she could do was squeak out her pleasure. She had never had a guy hit the spots he was hitting, and all in one motion, she became like a little cat. Her back arched, her hips raised, and her arms were reached out in front of her, desperately trying to grab onto something, anything.
Just as she was about to hit her orgasm, he stopped, flipped her over, and pulled her down so her ass was hanging off the table. He held her up effortlessly with his strong hands and folded her in half before he started pounding her again, his lips attacking hers. His hands were squeezing her breasts so hard that they were starting to turn purple.
“Fuck...yes....” he groaned.
He could feel her tightening around him, and he knew by the look on her face that she was there. It wasn’t until he felt her tighten completely around him that he lost his load, and he grunted a little.
“Damn,” she whimpered. “That was some special treatment.” She could barely get her words out, her voice was hoarse from screaming.
“We’re not done yet,” he smirked, pulling her down to the floor.
*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!*!
A few hours later, Trisha walked out of the room bow-legged and looking rested and exhausted all at the same time. Her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she had this complete look of ecstasy on her face.
“How was the special treatment,” Milena asked.
“Mmmm. You have no idea,” she giggled tiredly.
“Great,” she smiled in return. “You ready to get home and get read for Joe?” she asked.
“Joe, who?” Trisha smirked, laughing as Milena pushed her playfully and they walked to their cars.
“Girl...you are so bad. I was hoping this would make you come to your senses....”
“Oh, it definitely made me come. Five times,” she looked up at her and wiggled her eyebrows.
“Damn...what did you say his name was,” Milena asked.
“Justin. Mmmm, mmm mmm.”
The two women chuckled as they walked out of the spa together.
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