Chapter 49: Chapter 49: The Rebirth of the Jason
Jessica headed down the hall. Fast steps. Too fast, maybe. She was already half-turned-on, heart thumping not just from fear but from anticipation. Her uniform was tight, the hair—perfect, of course. She was swaying her hips; she knew she was. Showing off the cleavage. All part of the show.
She tasted the handsome millionaire already in her mind, the one she’d been suffering for. Ethan. She was ready to prove herself. I hope he’s excellent. A low, hungry smile stretched her lips. She bit down lightly, waiting for the prize.
She pushed the door open—and it all slammed to a halt.
It wasn’t Ethan.
It was him. A smell hit her first: stale sweat, damp garbage, cheap oil. A wreck of a man. Rags for clothes, that long, filthy hair matted to his scalp, the beard a nest. His presence alone seemed to stain the gold trim of the luxurious room.
Jessica’s face went rigid. The disgust was instant. No. God, no. She clenched her teeth, fighting the urge to gag. Brooke’s threat flashed—never work here again. The job. The money. It all depended on this moment.
"Hi. I’m Jessica," she got out, forcing the smile. It felt like plastic. "I’m here to take care of you. Just... clothes off, please?"
The man, Jason, looked at her. Tired eyes. Empty. Apathetic. He saw the revulsion, even though she tried to hide it. He knew that look. Used to it.
But the Boss ordered it. He’d follow the rules.
He started undressing. Slowly. Layer by dirty layer. Jessica took a shallow breath, braced herself for the worst—sores, tracks, whatever was hiding under the grime.
Then the shirt came off. She choked on her breath.
Not a tramp. Jesus. Under the rags was pure, hard muscle. Sculpted. Ropey sinew. Clean skin underneath the dirt. The shock was intense. But then the pants came down.
His cock sprang out. Full. Veiny. Hard as granite, ready to burst. Years of running, of abstinence—seeing her, the perfect woman in the sexy outfit, it was too much. His monstrous cock throbbed, completely ready.
"Oh, Christ," Jessica whispered, the professional mask shattering. "I didn’t leave. Thank fcking God! Mr. Jason... that is beyond impressive."
Jason watched her. Curiosity, and something hot, simple, and hungry in his stare. "Uh, my apologies," he rasped, the voice rough from disuse. "Hope it doesn’t offend you."
Jessica was already moving. No more hesitation. Her hands were shaking slightly as she touched his chest. "Offend? No, darling. That is the highest compliment. The best. Please, it’s on the house. Full treatment, absolutely free. I would be honored to serve you, Master."
Jason gave a slight nod. Permission granted.
Jessica didn’t waste time. She kissed his chest, her lips tracing a hot, wet path down. Her hands found the cock, stroking it gently, greedily. The heat, the size—it was breathtaking.
"You’re a delicious specimen," she moaned, the lust winning. "Can’t wait. Come. Shower first."
She dragged him to the bathroom. Flipped the shower on. The steam hit them, instant warmth. Jason felt the water washing away two years of fear and filth. Renewal. She joined him. Her hands—soaping every defined inch of his body, tracing every muscle.
"Perfect," she breathed, kissing him hard. The water pounded around them. Jason responded, pure instinct taking over. His hands clawed at her ass, squeezing, pulling her tight. His hard cock slammed against her belly, a burning rod.
"Jessica," Jason groaned, savage and demanding. "Now."
She laughed, a low, victorious sound. "Then let’s go," she said, dragging him out, back to the bed.
She dried him, slow and deliberate. Then to the chair. The haircut was transformative. With every snip, the tramp disappeared. A hard jawline, piercing, focused eyes. When the beard was shaved, a genuinely handsome man looked back—a rough, dangerous aura, like a paid killer, but refined.
"You are a bull," she whispered, stroking his smooth cheek. "A perfect stud. Now, let me serve myself."
Jason smiled, a dark promise. "And you, Jessica. A goddess."
Jessica climbed onto him, straddling his waist. Her hands took his cock, guiding it right to the slick entrance. One deep, smooth glide. Filled. Completely. She let out a guttural, drawn-out moan, her head thrown back as she began to ride, her hips pounding out a relentless rhythm.
"Fuck, Jason!" she screamed. "You’re enormous! You stretch me all the way!"
Jason grabbed her hips, driving her faster, harder. "You’re perfection, Jessica. Your pussy is damn tight. Like a glove on my cock."
The sounds—their bodies smacking, desperate moans, filthy pleas—filled the golden room. Jessica leaned down, crushing their mouths together. Tongues tangled. Her orgasm was a runaway train.
"I’m gonna fucking explode, Jason!" she shrieked, her body locking up. "You’re driving me absolutely insane!"
"Do it, Jessica!" Jason roared, his thrusts frantic. "Come! Come right over me! Squeeze around my cock!"
With a piercing cry, Jessica shattered, her pussy clamping down, milking him hard. Jason howled, his own release hitting like a sledgehammer, flooding her with hot seed.
But he wasn’t done. He grabbed her hips, lifted her, and flipped her onto her hands and knees in one brutal move. Jessica gasped, already wet and anticipating. Jason lined up behind her, his cock already hard again, rubbing against the wet, parted lips of her entrance.
"I’m fucking you like the bull I am, Jessica," he muttered, pure predator now. "Get ready."
One massive, firm push. He was inside her, hips slamming against her ass. Jessica screamed, the pleasure violent. Jason grabbed her hips, spreading them, giving her a hard slap on the perfect curve of her ass.
"Perfect ass, Jessica," he growled. "So firm. So round."
Jessica whimpered, rocking back against him, their hips colliding wildly. "Fck me, Jason! Fck me hard!"
Jason drove into her, faster. Harder. The slapping sound of their bodies against the silence, mixing with her cries.
"Fuck, Jessica!" Jason bellowed, his body tense. "You’re heaven. Can’t hold back!"
"Come inside me, Jason!" Jessica shrieked, her body already spasming toward another peak. "Fill me up!"
With a final, ragged grunt, Jason released, his cock pulsating as he poured his hot seed into her. Jessica screamed, her second climax ripping through her, her body shaking from the sheer, violent pleasure.
They collapsed onto the towel-draped bed, bodies intertwined, chests heaving. After a long minute, Jessica finally managed to smile.
"Thank you for the treatment, Jason," she whispered, kissing his shoulder. "That was... truly a pleasure."
Jason pulled her close, stroking her damp hair. "The pleasure was all mine, Jessica. All mine."