His orgasm had started. He could now rest inside himself and experience one last rush of pleasure before he resigned himself to his existence as a pre...ty object for the rest of his life. Nikki waited for his final orgasm to seize him but as he did he felt another equally powerful sensation. His cock, which hadn't been hard in years, was turning to stone. The feeling rose up alongside the pleasure, the two sensations seeming to race each other along the length of his hardening cock. Nikki was. Business was good; a little slower than he'd like, but even in a tough economy, car repairs aren't things people usually put off. He was also thankful that his job wasn't one that could be outsourced to Bangalore or shipped overseas to Shenzhen.He did notice that more and more people were paying with credit cards instead of cash, and he was doing fewer minor repairs. It seemed that folks were waiting until major things broke instead of bringing their cars in for regular maintenance. It wasn't. They really didn't advertise too much. In fact, I only saw it in this magazine. But, they did say that it was an experience you would never forget. I really couldn't imagine what they meant by that. What could be so exciting about massages and other spa services? I was really excited to find out what that meant exactly.My appointment was at nine o'clock today. I got ready and drove over to the spa. It was about a forty-five minute trip to get there. It was a very large building. I hurried out. Six words brought my hopes for a new life crashing down again, See you at Victor's on Friday.Where did I stand? What had Lisa told him? Had I just walked (or been led) into a quid pro quo?I felt trapped. I could go to Victor's party and trade my self respect for a career or I get another job as a code monkey in a doomed startup on a death march and lose my sanity and my health along with my self-respect.Lisa had meant well, I am sure of that. Girl goes to party, girl gets favor: Why should the.