novelraw Chapter 50: Caught in the act
Chapter 50: Caught in the act
""Fine then," Lana said, her voice low and charged. "Get on the bed."
Joren didn’t hesitate.
He climbed onto the bed, his breath quick. Lana straddled him without hesitation, her fingers trailing down his chest, her lips brushing his. The scent of lavender oil hung in the air, mixing with the sound of their shallow breaths.
Outside, the masseur returned, the small bottle of softer oil in hand. He walked quickly down the hallway, shoes tapping against the tile. When he reached the massage room, he stopped.
The door was shut.
He tried the handle.
Locked.
He frowned, then knocked twice.
"Hello?" he called. "I’ve got the oil you asked for."
No answer.
He knocked again, louder. "Hello?"
Inside, Joren tensed. "He’s knocking," he whispered, his voice laced with fear. "Lana, he’s knocking."
She didn’t even look up. "So? He can’t come in."
"He’s gonna know something’s up," Joren said, his voice tight.
Lana rolled her eyes. "You’re being whiny. Just focus."
Another knock echoed through the room.
"He’s still knocking," Joren said. "This is bad. This is really bad."
"He shouldn’t be disturbing us," Lana muttered, her annoyance growing.
"Miss," the masseur called through the door, "I’ve brought the oil you requested for. Open up so we can continue the massage."
"You’re a pain in the ass!" Lana snapped.
There was a pause.
Then the masseur said, "Open the door now, or I’ll call security."
Lana scoffed. "Go ahead. Call them."
There was silence for a few seconds, like he was hesitating.
They heard his footsteps.
They were getting fainter and fainter, until they could no longer be heard.
Joren sat up slightly. "Why would you say that? Now he’s actually gonna do it."
Lana leaned down, lips brushing his ear. "Relax. He’s bluffing."
Joren looked at her, uncertain. "He didn’t sound like it."
Selected closer and kissed him hungrily, her body pressing close to his. "Let’s just enjoy the date," she whispered. "Don’t ruin it."
Lana leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck. Her hips shifted, grinding against him, slow and deliberate, and a soft moan escaped her lips — unfiltered and unrestrained.
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The masseur walked briskly through the busy plaza corridor, the bottle of oil still in his hand. His face was tight with frustration. He turned a corner and stepped into the security office tucked behind the main plaza — a glass-paneled room with a desk, a few monitors, and a uniformed guard seated behind them.
The guard looked up from his screen. "Afternoon. Something wrong?"
The masseur nodded, trying to keep his voice steady. "There’s a couple in one of the massage rooms. They locked the door."
"So?" The guard countered.
"I think they’re doing something inappropriate."
The guard raised an eyebrow. "Maybe they just don’t want to be interrupted."
"I heard sounds from inside the room," the masseur said, more firmly now. "I’m not imagining it."
The guard leaned back in his chair, unimpressed. "And what if you heard sounds? That doesn’t mean they’re doing anything wrong."
The masseur’s jaw tightened. "Come on. It’s that obvious."
Before the guard could respond, another officer stepped out from the back room, adjusting his belt.
"What’s going on?" he asked, glancing between them.
The first guard gestured toward the masseur. "He thinks a couple’s getting frisky in one of the massage rooms."
"They locked the door," the masseur added. "And I heard things."
The second guard sighed. "Alright, alright. No need to argue."
He motioned for them to follow. "Come on. Let’s check the cameras."
The security guard led the masseur down a short corridor into the CCTV room — a narrow space lined with monitors flickering with live feeds from across the resort plaza. Pools, lounges, hallways, service rooms — every corner was under watch.
"Alright," the guard said, gesturing to the console. "Which one’s the massage room?"
The masseur stepped forward, eyes scanning the screens. His fingers tapped through the feeds, one by one.
Then he froze.
"There," he said, pointing.
On the screen: Joren lying on the massage bed, naked. Lana was on top of him, also naked, her body pressed close. Her head was pressed against his groin, and her groin was pressed against his mouth — they were giving each other head. The lewd sounds echoed throughout the room.
The masseur’s face twisted — part disgust, part grim satisfaction.
"I told you," he said. "I knew what I was saying."
The first guard, the one who had argued with him earlier, didn’t respond. His jaw was tight, eyes locked on the screen.
The second guard — the one who had let the masseur in — didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the radio clipped to his belt.
"Dispatch," he said. "We’ve got a situation in the spa. I need a team. Now."
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Heavy footsteps thundered through the spa corridor.
Security stormed in — a cluster of uniformed men moving fast, led by the officer who had called for backup. They reached the massage room and didn’t hesitate.
A loud bang rattled the door.
"Open up! This is security!"
Inside, Joren jolted upright. "Oh shit," he whispered. "He actually brought security."
Lana froze, her body tense. She hadn’t expected the masseur to follow through.
Another bang.
"Open the door!"
Lana flinched at the sound, her face draining of color. She looked at Joren, eyes wide, searching for a way out — but he looked just as lost.
She climbed off the bed, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around herself. Joren did the same, his hands trembling.
They walked to the door.
Joren hesitated, then unlocked it.
The moment it swung open, the guards rushed in. Two grabbed Joren, two grabbed Lana — firm, controlled, no room to move. No chance to run.
Outside the room, the hallway was no longer empty.
A crowd had gathered — guests, staff, loiterers. Some peeked in, others raised their phones, whispers flying like sparks.
"Is that them?"
"What did they do?"
"Unbelievable..."
The lead guard stepped forward, eyes locked on Joren and Lana.
"You two are in big trouble now."