Billy Olborne is this 45-year-old virgin we chill with at work and convince him he needs to get some sort of sexual union in his life so he won’t be so fucking uptight all the time and he’ll be able to be more lenient when it comes to things like talking to chicks and texting them at work and breaking out for a cigarette break.

So, we tell him if we finish all our work before 4 we’re going to take him to the nearby massage parlor, which has two of the hottest masseuses–they of the pleasure palms and proclivity for inhaling dick for dough–working at 5.

They’re names are Lucy and Lainey.

We make a concentrated effort to get everything done on time, and we’ve managed to get Billy O at the door.

We ring the doorbell, and a scantily-clad 20-something chick answers and grabs him by the arm as the clown literally scratches the door before we push his sorry ass in there.

We ask the chick to sick Lucy and Lainey on the poor dork and they shove him in a room, butt-ass naked, before Lucy and Lainey finish two cops in the neighboring room with cfnm blowjobs.

As they funnel the cops’ spunk into each other’s mouths, they are advised to go into the room where butt-ass naked Ben is shaking his ass off.

The two chicks start by laying him down and rubbing his ass and balls with oil.

He’s making the weirdest fucking noises we can hear him all the way from the lounge room of the massage joint and and it sounds like a mule is getting into a fight or something.

All of a sudden, the two scintillating Chinese chicks (Lainey has the words China, under her left tit) start giving him a dual cfnm jerkjob to calm his poindexter ass down and 20 seconds later the dick-to-mouth action happens as Lucy gulps his dick down and the nerd is surprising us with how long he is lasting through the slow, tantric style cfnm blowjob.

Then, Lucy takes a couple licks of his balls–a sensitive spot he will later explain to us–and boom, he covers the room with the cumshot heard around the world!

Afterwards, as we stroll to our car in the parking lot, he’s laughing his head off at what he’s just done and begging us to take him next Friday again, claiming he doesn’t care how much we produce in the office.