A bonus story to make up for my tardiness at posting today.
Stella and Morgana were getting complaints again. It seemed Melvin was not living up to expectations. He was supposed to be making their clients happy.
They sought him out until they found him in room 206 with a client. They sent an electronic message to his room to report to them as soon as he was finished. Then they spent some time looking through the feedback on Melvin’s performances on their laptops.
He reported to their office twenty minutes later. By then, another complaint had been lodged. It had come to them less than five minutes ago.
He was instructed to sit down. Morgana icily asked him how his performance had been lately. “I’ve been getting no complaints,” he replied. “Why?”
“Well, that’s not the way we’ve been hearing it,” Stella told him. “We just got one five minutes ago. She says you were not attentive to her needs.”
“What do you ladies want from me?” he asked indignantly. “I lick ‘em and I fuck ‘em. Isn’t that why I’m here?”
“We want happy clients when they leave,” Morgana told him. “If they’re not happy, they might not come back. And if they do, they seem to ask for someone else.”
“I can’t help it if I don’t look like Brad Pitt or Robert Redford.”
“Looks are not as critical as performance,” Stella told him. “Our clients want the complete package. They want you to wine and dine them before taking them to bed. They want your undivided attention.”
“Have you listened to some of these woman?” Melvin protested. “It’s no wonder they can’t get a date out in the real world! And have you seen some of the women that come in here?”
“That’s not our problem,” Morgana told him, an angry tone in her voice. “Their private lives are none of our affair. Our only purpose is to give them a pleasant experience that will bring them back again and again.”
“Well, I don’t know how those other guys do it. Some of those bitches are crazy.”
Stella slammed her fist down on the desk, causing him to jump with a start. “I don’t care what shape they’re in when they come here to see us. I only care about what shape they’re in when they leave. You were hired to make sure they leave happy and fulfilled.”
“But I tell you, you can’t please these women! They’re expectations are off the charts, even for a place like this!”
“We’re not getting complaints directed toward any of the other gigolos, Melvin. We’re only getting complaints directed toward you.”
“It’s not my fault you keep sending me bitches who can’t be satisfied no matter what you do for them.”
Now it was Morgana’s turn to slam a fist down on the desk. The black-haired manager eyed him coldly as she told him, “You will not use that word again to describe our clients. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Melvin replied emotionlessly. “I won’t ever use that word in your presence again.”
“You’d better not,” Stella warned him. Then the blonde looked at Morgana who nodded back at her.
“You seem to be having an off-day today, Melvin.” Then Morgana looked at the screen on her laptop before adding, “I think we’re going to call it a day for you. Maybe a good night’s sleep will clear your head and help you perform better.”
“As you wish,” Melvin replied unhappily as he stood up to go. “Is there anything else?”
Morgana started typing something. That’s when Stella looked at her laptop screen. “Just a minute, Melvin. We’ve got a last minute client who just came in.” Then she looked up at him and smiled.
“This will be an easy one, Melvin. Don’t fuck it up, and maybe we’ll keep you on a little while longer. Now get the fuck out of here and go get ready.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied irritably as he headed for the door.
—
Melvin went back to his room and checked his laptop. There was one more client he was supposed to meet up with. But they wanted him clean. So he took a quick shower.
He applied a little cologne. Then he pulled up the screen to the laptop and read the instructions for his last client of the day. This one was a little odd.
He was wanted up on the penthouse floor. That was where Stella and Morgana lived. What the hell was this? Was he supposed to entertain one of their personal friends?
He was supposed to arrive naked, a robe draped around his shoulders. He was also supposed to be wearing a set of handcuffs. Some of these crazy requirements were a bit much. The pay was good, but he was starting to wonder if he should consider another line of work.
—
He emerged out of the elevator onto the penthouse floor. He walked straight down the hallway. Then he turned the corner.
He inhaled sharply when he saw Morgana standing there in her sleek black outfit. She smiled as she waved him over. What the hell was this?
“Who’s my client?” he asked in confusion. She just smiled as she removed his robe, allowing it to drop from his shoulders. Then she escorted him naked down another hallway.
“Are these satisfactory?” he asked, holding his cuffed wrists up before her.
“They’ll do,” she replied with a smile.
“Who’s my client?” he asked again.
“You’re looking at her.”
“You??” Morgana just smiled at him as she nodded her head with a faint giggle.
“You… you want me to…”
“…to satisfy me,” she finished for him.
“Gawd!” he panted with growing excitement as his cock began to stir. “I never dreamed…”
“…you’d get the chance to please me?”
They rounded a corner and saw a door. Outside the door was some sort of structure. There was a noose dangling downward from it.
Morgana walked him right up to it. He looked confused as she put him in place before looping the coil around his throat. He didn’t even think to move or react until after she’d already tightened it around his neck.
“I don’t understand,” he murmured uncomfortably. Then he heard a door open. A moment later, Stella emerged.
“Allow me to explain things to you,” the blonde told him as she stepped up to the controls. “Morgana is your last client of the day. Let’s see if you can satisfy her, shall we?”
“Satisfy?” he asked in growing alarm. That’s when Stella pushed a button. Slack was taken out of the rope until he was lifted up onto his toes.
Morgana began caressing his naked body as he rasped for breath. Then she reached down and grasped onto his growing erection. “Mmmm… nice and hard, I see. I like that in a man.”
He shuffled around upon his toes as he looked at her in disbelief. His cock stiffened in her hand as she touched him all over. Then he turned to look at Stella as though begging her to do something.
She just stood there by the controls, a knowing smile on her face. “You want to satisfy her; don’t you, Melvin?” He wasn’t sure how he should respond to that.
Morgana grabbed his head and turned his face toward her as she jerked his cock. “Look over here, Melvin. This is all about me; understand? You DO want to satisfy me, don’t you?”
Melvin quickly thought it over as he shuffled around upon his toes. Perhaps this was their last ditch attempt to get him to do their bidding. And since he didn’t want to hang, he certainly wanted to please Morgana, if not the both of them. So he nodded his head.
“You see, Stella?” the black-haired beauty told her companion. “He can be reasonable. You just have to give him the proper motivation.” Then she addressed Melvin as she told him, “Now stroke your cock for me. I want to watch you masturbate.”
Melvin reached down with his cuffed hands and began stroking himself. It was hard to breathe, and he kept shuffling around upon his toes. Why the hell didn’t they just take the noose off so he could do a proper job of it?
Morgana told him, “Ok, Melvin. Now let’s see you stroke your cock for me in midair.” And with that, Stella pushed a button.
Melvin was abruptly pulled a foot up into the air. The strain around his neck was incredible. Instinctively he brought his hands up to claw at the noose around his throat as his legs started to pedal.
“No, Melvin,” Morgana chastised him. “I want you to stroke yourself in midair. Aren’t you listening?”
“Better do as she says, Melvin,” Stella warned him. “You want to satisfy her, don’t you?”
He tried to obey, tried to lower his wrists. But the agony around his throat made his hands instinctively jerk back upward. He kicked and twisted as he fought the urge to reach for his neck, but to no avail.
“No, Melvin! I said ‘STROKE YOURSELF’, damn you! Like this!” And with that, Morgana reached out, grabbed his erection and jerked him.
His cock twitched in her hand as he tried to reach down. But each time, instinct made him reach back up. That’s when Morgana grabbed his hands, pulled them down and forcibly wrapped his fingers around his erection… “STROKE, DAMN YOU!”
“Careful, Melvin,” Stella warned. “She wants you to make yourself cum while you’re in midair. Better get to stroking now if you want to satisfy her.”
Morgana forced him to jerk his cock. But when she let go, his hands instinctively shot back up to claw at the rope around his throat. He rasped as he struggled to get air down his windpipe.
“Still can’t satisfy a woman; eh, Melvin? Guess I’ll have to do this myself.” Then Morgana gently stroked him while cupping his balls.
His cock twitched in her hand. Then he started to thrust as he humped and shimmied. He was still humping when his cock shot a huge load into the air, arcing onto the floor in front of him.
His lips turned blue as his face went red. He gawked and humped until he suddenly seemed to run out of steam. A moment later, his cuffed hands fell in front of him.
“That’s better, Melvin,” Morgana affectionately told him. “Stroke that dick. Here, let me help you. We’ll teach you yet how to satisfy a woman.”
She wrapped his fingers around his dick. Melvin gently humped as though he was fucking his hand. Then he quivered before he stopped resisting.
He twisted as he gently swung in place. His fingers stayed wrapped around his dick. He looked like he was stroking himself as cum oozed out of the tip. It trickled down his hands, slithered down to his balls, and then dripped onto the floor.
“What do you think?” Stella wanted to know. “Are you satisfied, Morgana?”
“Not bad,” her companion replied. “But I think we should leave him here with his hand on his cock so he can grasp the point we were trying to make to him back in the office.”
“Agreed.” And with that, the two managers walked away, leaving Melvin dangling quietly, his hands on his cock as his tongue poked out past his lips.
4/3/25 Inspired by the render I found.