The company retreat lodge hunkered in the Catskills like a timber-and-stone beast. Cedar beams. Roaring fireplaces. Snow dusting pines outside. Buses dumped two hundred employees at dusk. After trust-fall seminars and forced cheer, the real games kicked off. Alex stepped off the elevator into the spa level. Tux jacket slung over one arm. Harness hidden under crisp white shirt and midnight vest. The plug. Upgraded again. Thicker. Curved arm kissing his prostate on every breath. Hummed faintly. Secret metronome. Damian's text glowed on his phone. *Suite 12. Couples massage. Bring the oil.*
**[Straight-Façade System | Target: Damian Voss | Level 6 Progress: 100/500 SP]**
**[Active Perks: Silent Orgasm Skill (Lv1), Remote Tease (Lv1), Desk Drawer Toy Kit (Lv2), Collar Link (Lv1), Overnight Recovery (Lv1), Altitude Arousal (Lv1), Blackmail Vault (Lv1)]**
Tie floated beside a flickering sconce. Tiny spa slippers. "Spa sabotage incoming, asset. Oil slick multiplier: +30 SP per illicit touch. Victoria's booked the same slot. Bring popcorn."
Suite 12 bathed in dim amber light. Eucalyptus steam. Two massage tables side by side. Draped white. Rice-paper screen between. Damian waited in a black silk robe. Collar peeking at the throat. Victoria lounged on the far table. Matching robe. Silver this time. Legs crossed. Red soles flashing. Two masseuses hovered like nervous birds.
"Darling," Victoria purred. "I upgraded us to couples. Intimacy builds trust." Her gaze sliced to Alex. "Intern carries the oils."
Damian's eyes flicked to Alex. Permission. Warning. "Reed. Table."
Alex set the warmed oils down. Heart jackhammering. Masseuses started. Hot stones. Firm hands. Robes slipping strategically. Damian's back gleamed. Victoria's skin is porcelain. Every vertebra is a dare.
Five minutes in. Victoria waved her masseuse off. "I prefer self-service." She slid off the table. Robe pooling. Naked beneath. Assistants gasped. She ignored them. "Damian, switch. Let's compare techniques."
Damian rose. Robe tenting. He moved behind Alex's table. The screen is blocking the view of the room. "Reed. Face down."
Alex obeyed. Cheek to padded hole. Damian's hands replaced the masseuse. Oiled. Possessive. Kneading down his spine. Under the drape. Fingers found the harness buckle. Twisted tighter. Plug buzzed once. Collar Link syncing pulses.
Victoria stared at Damian's table. Eyes never left them. "Intern looks tense. Allow me."
She crossed. Hands join Damian's on Alex's back. Touch clinical. Until it turned sharply. Nails raked harness lines through fabric. "Interesting texture."
Damian's hand slipped lower. Under the drape. Cupped Alex's ass. One finger traced the plug base. Victoria's breath hitched. She saw motion. Not the toy. Yet.
"Switch positions," she commanded. "I'll work the fiancé."
Damian moved to her table. Alex stayed prone. Plug ramped to low tease. Victoria straddled his thighs. Naked. Wet heat pressing his calf. "Relax, intern."
Her hands roamed. Shoulders. Waist. Dipping low. Damian watched. Jaw tight. Remote Tease kicked in. Plug vibrating waves. Alex bit the table edge. Silent.
Victoria leaned close. Lips to his ear. "I know what you are. Pet." Her hand slid under the drape. Found harness strap. "Leather. Cute."
Damian's voice cut frost. "Hands off my asset."
Victoria laughed. Retreated. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, darling."
Masseuses returned with hot towels. Victoria dismissed them. "Privacy now."
Door locked. Steam thickened. Victoria poured oil over Damian's chest. Straddled him open. "Show me how you unwind."
Damian's eyes locked on Alex. *Watch.*
Victoria ground against him. Robe gone. Damian's cock rose. Hard. She smirked. Guided him inside with a moan echoing through the cedar. Slow hip rolls. Performative. Alex's plug synced to Damian's thrusts. Every push inside her mirrored inside him.
Victoria noticed Alex's tremor. "Intern. Join. Rub his feet."
Alex crawled under the table. Shaky knees. Damian's foot nudged his face. Then lower. Pressed bulge in slacks. Alex mouthed an outline through the fabric. Tasted pre-cum. Victoria rode harder. Unaware.
Damian's hand dropped. Yanked Alex up by the collar. Spun him. Bent him over an empty table beside them. Slacks down one motion. Plug exposed. Gleaming.
Victoria froze mid-thrust. "What the."
Damian pulled out of her. Slick. Shining. Slammed into Alex. One brutal stroke. "Mine."
Victoria's eyes widened. Shock. Fury. Then darker. Lust. She watched. Fingers circling clit. "So the rumours are true."
Damian fucked Alex like punishment. Table screeching. Oil bottles are toppling. "Say it," he growled to Victoria. "Say you see."
"I see," she gasped. Coming on her fingers. "But the board won't."
Alex's world narrowed. Stretch. Slap. Audience. Plug discarded on the floor. Damian's cock is the only intrusion now. He came untouched. Silent ropes painting drape. Damian followed. Flooding him. Pulled out to paint Victoria's thigh. Marking both.
Tie materialised in steam. **[SP +280 → Level 6 Achieved! New Perk: Public Risk Play (Lv1) – Arousal meter visible to target in high-stress zones. Façade Integrity: 72%. Rival Alert: Kyle live-streaming spa cams to OfficeTea forum. Victoria is recording audio.]**
Victoria wiped cum with a towel. Eyes calculating. "Blackmail mutual now, darling. Gala tomorrow. You'll announce our engagement. Or this goes viral."
Damian zipped up. Calm as death. "Try it."
He dragged Alex to the shower alcove. The Glass walls were fogging. Under spray. Washed him gently. Then bent him again. Slow. Intimate. Whispered apologies. Promises. "She won't win."
They emerged clean. Victoria gone. The audio recorder was left on the table. Red light blinking. Damian crushed it under his heel.
Kyle's text. *Forum's blowing up. "CEO's side piece" trending. Want me to nuke it.*
Damian. *No. Feed them crumbs. Retreat bonfire tonight. Time for a public accident.*
Tie pinged. **[Overtime Alert: Midnight Bonfire – Location: Lakeside Firepit. Dress Code: Tux + Collar Exposed. Penalty for Tardiness: Victoria's "Proposal" Speech. Arousal Meter locked at 99%. New Quest: Turn the Forum Leak into a Live Demonstration.]**
Snow fell outside the windows. Two hundred employees milled below. Unaware. Alex's collar gleamed wet under the lights. Damian kissed the bite mark on his shoulder.
"Tomorrow the gala. Tonight, we burn the façade a little."
The firepit roared in Alex's mind already. Sparks and secrets ready to ignite. Victoria thought she held the match. She didn't know Damian brought the gasoline.