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Introduction
This is the third instalment of the Nerdy Neville series of stories. The title character is Neville Vincent. He is a nerdish, 18-year-old high school senior who was a virgin until being advised by a kindly uncle to visit Forbidden City, a massage parlor in his hometown, to correct that shortcoming in his life. In Part #1, Neville had a wonderful time with an exotic Asian masseuse named Annie.
The stories are set in 1999 when computers were becoming standard office machines in the workplace. Based on a chat he has with a Forbidden City shift manager named Jasmine, Neville learns that none of the three acting managers at the massage parlor knows how to operate a computer. This is a problem since the proprietor insists that the managers input daily data into the new office computer he just bought. Neville comes up with a great idea, albeit a self-serving one. He will give each of the three managers a 60-minute computer lesson in exchange for three hours of credit at Forbidden City. In Part #2, Neville redeems one hour of credit for a fabulous time in the VIP room with Jasmine.
Part One
Neville’s 60 minutes of fun—which was actually about three hours—with Jasmine in the VIP room was a terrific experience for the nerdy high school senior. Jasmine, grateful for the excellent computer tutoring Neville provided her, treated him like a king. It began with a sexy groping session in the Jacuzzi culminating in a fantastic blowjob, and an oily massage that ended with full sexual intercourse in the room’s comfortable bed. Neville was exhausted, but he was looking forward to using his second Forbidden City credit once he had fully recovered his stamina!
Neville had figured on using his credits for the services of the three different shift managers he had tutored. However, just before he spent three fabulous hours in the company of jasmine, he spotted another Forbidden City employee he had never seen before. She was an absolute cutie, a petite blonde named Victoria who did not look much older than Neville himself was. She vaguely reminded Neville of a longtime classmate of his named Emma Eddelson whom he had always fancied due to her good looks, but he never mustered the nerve to speak to her. Within a couple of hours of his romp with Jasmine, Neville definitely desired to burn his second credit in the VIP room with comely Victoria.
Accordingly, he made a telephone call to Forbidden City to find out what Victoria’s upcoming schedule at the massage parlor was. Neville spoke to Jasmine and learned that Victoria was only a part-time employee, but she was tentatively scheduled to work the afternoon shift on Saturday—which was five days away. Neville immediately asked Jasmine to book the VIP room at 2 p.m. for himself and Victoria.
“Consider it done, Neville. I’ve booked the reservation into the computer thanks to your lesson,” Jasmine said. Then she added, “Of course, I knew Victoria had caught your eye this past Sunday afternoon, so I was expecting you to request her services.”
“Jasmine, what was your first clue that I fancied Victoria? Was it my uncontrollable drooling, perhaps?” he joked.
Part Two
Saturday couldn’t arrive fast enough for Neville. He was so enthusiastic about his appointment with Victoria that he arrived at Forbidden City approximately 15 minutes ahead of time. That gave Neville a chance to chat with Jasmine who was pleased to share her growing computer knowledge with him.
“Big news here, Neville,” she began. “We’re going to have a website for the business.”
Neville smiled and said, “Mark my words: Soon it will be commonplace. The businesses that don’t have websites will be the oddballs.”
Jasmine showed him a rough draft of what will appear on the website’s home page. Neville took a quick glimpse at it and promptly frowned. Jasmine noticed Neville’s negative expression and asked him what was wrong with her draft.
“It contains English errors—rather basic ones. They need to be corrected, Jasmine.”
“I was the person who wrote this draft!” Jasmine declared somewhat defensively. “Point out the errors to me, please, Neville.”
“Well, the first one that grabbed my attention was the incorrect use of ‘there.’ You wrote, ‘Our girls treat there customers like princes.’ That’s incorrect. It should be ‘their customers’—the possessive spelling of ‘their’—not ‘there.’”
Neville could see that Jasmine had no understanding of what he just said, so he tried again to explain the error. “Jasmine, this is a homophone issue. There are three homophones—words that sound the same but are spelled differently and have different meanings—that are constantly misused: there, their and they’re.” Neville wrote them out on a notepad for her to see. You need the middle one, which is a possessive. It shows ownership or relationship. The one you wrote indicates a location or state of being.”
Neville could tell that Jasmine still was in the dark about the mistake. “Here’s what my sixth-grade teacher told the class: ‘THERE are people who don’t learn THEIR homophones. THEY’RE the ones who make errors.’ That’s how I’ve always kept them straight in my mind.”
Jasmine nodded and said, “I’ll take your word for it. Anything else wrong with it?”
“Yes, you’ve got two greengrocer’s apostrophes. They stand out like a sore thumb. They need to be corrected.” In one sentence you wrote ‘girl’s’ and ‘client’s’. There should be no apostrophe in either word. Those are simple plurals—not possessives.
“Just tell me what to correct, Neville. Don’t bother to explain it, ” Jasmine said. “As I’m sure you can tell, English grammar and spelling aren’t my strengths.” Neville quickly made the simple corrections with a pencil.
“Thanks!” Jasmine told him. “Catching those errors before they showed up on our new website was timely. We don’t want to look foolish. That bit of helpfulness just earned you an extended three-hour session today with Victoria in the VIP room. It won’t count against your two remaining credits. You still have them, Neville.”
Neville was tempted to say that few people who would log into Forbidden City’s website would likely care about proper English, but he chose to say nothing further on that topic. Instead, he exclaimed “That’s wonderful! I thank you, and Mr. Stuart thanks you, too.”
“Who is Mr. Stuart?” asked Jasmine.
“He was my sixth-grade teacher,” Neville responded with a chuckle. “He was a grammar and spelling fanatic. English errors on signs drove him crazy. He always preached to us that using good grammar and knowing how to spell well would eventually pay dividends for all of us someday. He was absolutely right—but I highly doubt he figured it would someday get me VIP service at a massage parlor.”
Victoria showed up in the lobby a few moments later. Jasmine introduced her to Neville, who politely shook her hand. She further reminded Victoria that Neville was a very special customer, that he had the VIP room for three hours, and that she was to give him the “best full-service massage ever because everything has been prepaid by the owner.”
“I have to be completely honest,” Neville said. “Victoria, you are absolutely beautiful—especially with what you are wearing right now.” Victoria was wearing a sheer, red peignoir that highlighted her fine, busty figure. Victoria was perhaps 5’3” tall, but every inch of her was first-rate. Neville generally preferred long-haired girls, but Victoria’s short hairstyle, which looked like it was from the 1970s, was perfect on her. She smiled at the compliment and thanked Neville with a kiss on the cheek.
“That’s a small step but a good start,” he said.
“It’s only the beginning, Neville,” she told him.
“Yes, it’s like the old Chinese proverb says: A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
“I don’t know what a proverb is; I wasn’t much of a student during my school days, Neville,” Victoria told him.
“Don’t worry about it, Victoria,” Jasmine told her. “Just go to the VIP room and do what you do best: Make horny males blow their loads.”
“Hey, that’s another example of the possessive ‘their’,” Neville pointed out as Victoria led him to the VIP room.
Part Three
“I’ve only used this room once before, ” Victoria informed Neville when they stepped inside Room #1—better known as the VIP room. “I hope I can recall how the Jacuzzi and everything else works in here. You sound like a very brainy guy, Neville. Maybe you can help me if I can’t get something to work.”
“Well, I am a straight-A student,” Neville said. “But that’s mostly book smarts, not hands-on mechanical stuff.”
“I never got an A in my life,” Victoria told him. “If I got a C on my report card, I was happy with it. I dropped out of school at age 16 and left home at age 18. Here I am at age 20, an occasional employee at a massage parlor. I guess one thing leads to another.”
“We all have our strengths and weaknesses, ” Neville sympathetically told her. “I bet you are great at your job here. At least I hope you are. Victoria, you are so totally gorgeous that I can’t wait to begin.”
Then Neville asked her an unexpected question: “Victoria, have you ever thought of trying to earn your high school diploma in your spare time? Maybe I could help you.”
Victoria replied, “I’ve actually started two separate correspondence courses to get an English credit and a geography credit. I find them both to be very difficult, so I haven’t even looked at them in weeks.”
“What if I helped you?” Neville asked her.
“I probably couldn’t afford you as a tutor,” Victoria responded.
“I know a way you could pay me!” Neville asserted. “The two of us could have the same arrangement as I have here—an hour of tutoring you for an hour of screwing you!”
“That’s worth considering!” Victoria said. “Let’s talk about it in detail after we finish our business together today. If we’re compatible, I like the idea. I hope it wouldn’t bother you to tutor someone who isn’t very scholarly.”
“I’ll make sure we’re compatible!” Neville insisted. “Now let’s get undressed, jump in the Jacuzzi, and have some fun without our clothes on. Similarly, Victoria, I hope you don’t mind pleasing a teenager who didn’t have much sexual experience on his résumé up until a week ago.”
Part Four
Victoria sexily removed her peignoir and let it drop to the floor, but Neville made a point out of relieving Victoria of her brassiere. He loved female breasts—and Victoria possessed a world-class pair. Slightly oversized but wonderfully perky, her boobs were marvelous objects. Neville, who towered over the blonde masseuse, stood behind Victoria to play with her best assets while simultaneously placing kisses on the back of her neck. He was already quite aroused—and he had barely gotten started.
After a few minutes of Neville’s affection, Victoria turned around to undress her client, saving his briefs for last. His obvious erection forced Victoria to do a bit of work. She had to lift the garment over the top of Neville’s stiff penis before sliding his drawers down his legs. “That looks like a fine, healthy dick to me, ” Victoria commented.
“I think so, too,” Neville replied. “It’s a good match for your fabulous tits. Let’s see if your pussy is just as appealing.” Taking the cue, Victoria removed her pale blue panties and displayed her shaved vagina.
Neville almost gasped at the sight of it. “Oh, yes...that will definitely do. It’s quite a lovely female body part.” Neville then lifted Victoria off the floor and carried her to the edge of the Jacuzzi. Neville was able to remember what Jasmine had done six days earlier to activate it. Not long afterward they were both enjoying the warm, soothing, gurgling waters. The experience was all the more enjoyable for Neville as Victoria sexily sat on his lap. As Neville sucked on her tits, Victoria stroked his throbbing manhood.
“I think we’re compatible,” Neville concluded with a huge grin on his face.
“Absolutely!” agreed Victoria. “I think I want you to shove this hard dick into my warm pussy, Neville. In fact, I want it in me right now.”
Neville politely lifted Victoria out of the Jacuzzi and then shut the machine off. He carried her directly to the room’s sizeable bed and gently laid her in the center of it. Then he returned to get a few thick, white towels to dry off himself and his bedmate. Victoria tried to grab one of the towels, but Neville refused to let her have it. “I want the simple pleasure of drying your small, hot, and very sexy body, Victoria. It would make me very happy!”
“Go for it!” she said. “I like you, Neville. You’re fun and romantic—and you have a nice dick. What more can a girl ask for?”
“Roll over on your back so I can dry your back and your cute bum,” Neville said, taking the opportunity to thoroughly caress Victoria’s butt cheeks.
“Now turn over, onto your back, and spread your legs,” was Neville’s next command.
What a sight! Victoria had such a lovely vagina to gawk at that it almost made him forget her terrific tits. Neville rubbed her over and over again with one of the towels. Then Neville put his face against it to lick it. Licking a female’s most private part was a new sexual experience for him. He liked it, but not nearly as much as he enjoyed sucking on Victoria’s prominent nipples.
Neville figured correctly this he would soon be suffering from sensory overload. “I think I better fuck you before I have an accident, if you know what I mean,” he told Victoria.
“Climb aboard me, Neville,” she reminded him. “That’s why we got out of the hot tub, remember?”
Another new sexual adventure was awaiting Neville—fucking without a condom. Jasmine insisted he wear one six days earlier; Victoria seemingly didn’t care. Without further ado, Neville shoved his penis slowly inside this dream girl and began thrusting in and out. The feeling was simply sensational. Victoria seemed to be enjoying the fuck as much as Neville was as they got into a terrific screwing rhythm together.
“Let me ride you, Neville,” Victoria suggested. Neville had no objections to that at all. With his dick still impaled in his lover, he rolled himself and Victoria so that his back was now touching the bed. Victoria gyrated herself wonderfully while on top of Neville, enveloping every inch of Neville’s penis. An ejaculation was near.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Neville accurately warned Victoria. “I’d better pull out right now before it’s too late!” Victoria somewhat reluctantly lifted herself from Neville’s hard shaft and masterfully gave him a hand job to bring him to a terrific climax. Neville groaned with pleasure. Within seconds, three strong ropes of jism flew in all directions. More of it ended up on the body of the prostrate Neville than on sexy Victoria.
After a short silence, Neville noted, “I think the past few minutes have proven that we are compatible, Victoria. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Yes, I do agree!” she responded. “I think you have a new person to tutor. If it fits your schedule, let’s start tomorrow, please.”
“Okay, that’s great, Victoria,” Neville said, “but we still have a long time together here in the VIP room today. Let’s make the most of it!”
Neville positioned Victoria’s body into a spoons position so he could cuddle her and freely fondle her tits. He spent about 20 minutes doing that.
“I see you’re a true tit man, Neville. That’s plainly obvious,” Victoria exclaimed after about 15 minutes of being ceaselessly and wonderfully groped.
“Here’s my theory: As a kid I liked to play with other people’s toys, ” Neville commented. “I guess my attraction to your beautiful breasts is sort of the same thing. I really like them because I don’t have them!”
Victoria giggled at the silly comparison, but politely replied, “Whatever you say, Neville. I’m here to please you.” About 10 minutes later she said to him, “I just realized I never gave you a massage. That’s supposed to be what happens here at Forbidden City. I know that’s not really the case, but I’m pretty good at it. Let me massage your back, Neville.”
He promptly agreed, saying, “That sounds like a relaxing way to spend some quality time!”
Victoria actually was a fairly competent masseuse. Of course, she was especially appealing when she oiled up her body and slid herself all over Neville’s front and back. This time, Neville did have a premature ejaculation, firing a smaller amount of semen than he had with his first cum shot. This time it mostly struck Victoria’s forehead or landed among her beautiful blonde tresses.
Neville tried to apologize for the mishap. “Oh, jeez!” he blurted. “I’d didn’t mean to come on you like that, Victoria. Honestly, it just happened because you are so sexy and I’m so new at this.”
Victoria gently said, “I take it as a compliment, but thanks for being a gentleman today, Neville.”
Victoria grabbed a nearby box of tissues and used them to tidy herself up from Neville’s unexpected and messy sperm eruption. Then she laid atop Neville, wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a very long and passionate kiss. Ten minutes later they were still embracing and smooching—and both loving the intimacy of it all.
For a while they relaxed in bed and watched the cum shot compilation pornographic film on the TV/VCR combo. Victoria hadn’t seen it before. She noted, “The only other time I was in the VIP room with a client, he wasn’t very interested in watching adult movies. All he wanted to do was fuck me.”
“I can hardly fault him for that, Victoria,” Neville responded. “I hope I was as satisfactory to you as he was.”
“You were much better, Neville,” Victoria claimed. “However, for a 60-year-old, he was quite good at it, too.”
Neville just laughed at Victoria’s remark.
Victoria changed the subject. “Neville, you still have one or two credits to redeem here at Forbidden City, right?” she asked.
Neville replied, “I was down to one but I got another one today from Jasmine. It was a reward for correcting the English errors that would have been on the company’s website. Now I’m back to having two credits.”
“Which girl or girls will you be choosing?” Victoria said to Neville as she snuggled up and laid her head gently on his chest.
“Well, let’s see...” Neville began. “There’s you...and you!”
“That’s very flattering, Neville,” Victoria told him, “but we’ll be doing this frequently at my apartment as payment for my tutoring. Maybe you should choose two other girls to spend your two credits here for the sake of variety.”
“Nah, you are the total package, Victoria,” declared Neville immediately. “You’re the best. Besides, I have a desire to fuck you in the warm Jacuzzi! That would be so sexy! I’m guessing that you don’t have one at your place. Am I right about that?”