He was always hitting the same spot, the right part of my behind. It tingled and stung. I put my thighs together, feeling my intimate inner parts cont...ract, and a wave of arousal go through my whole body. I didn't know what to do, so I decided to feel angry as well. "FUCK YOU!" WHAT!?" He screamed. It was the first time I said something like that to him. He grabbed me by the hair, making my head yank back, and he started hitting me non-stop.One. "AUGH!" Two. "AAUUGH!" Three. "OWWW!." I screamed. . pounding in my head and ears, a sound like pouring sand, deafening. What the hell? What the... hell was I doing, shit, I'm a fucking guy! What the hell was I doing, getting all prettied up and mincing about like some goddamn....With a deep, shuddering breath I settled myself. The throbbing across my temples quickly subsided. These silly headaches were becoming a real pain. With a quick pat I smoothed down my blouse and straightened the skirt. Another breath. Another. I shouldered my purse. A. The boys were all downtrodden and nervous, most not able to make I contact with each other knowing they might be looking at someone that would be fucking them soon. The girls were all giggles, constantly pantomiming the sodomy that would soon be forced on us.The bell finally rang and the girls happily filed out, one smiled and whispered “have fun boys”. Mr. Richards saw the last one out and locked the door. Sliding the key into his pocket he turned to us “Alright boys, strip! I will be pairing. They were all casually attired in their massage therapist uniforms, so they kind of stood out from the regular hotel crowd.As I approached the bar, Bridget was the first to see me.“Oh Lord,” Bridget said out loud, “Here comes trouble.”I knew all four of my co-workers very well. They were consummate professionals. They were also all single, two by choice and two by divorce. At work, we had a very amicable relationship and none of us ever dared to cross the line that separated us as.