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Nicholas doesn't leave his finger inside Ella's pussy for long, but he does make sure that she remembers he's the first to officially enter Ella. Nicholas pushes his finger a little deeper, twisting and turning all around causing Ella to instantly do a wet gasp as her legs shake.

Nicholas puts his other hand on the back of Ella's head, making sure that she stays down.

He does a itching like jester with his finger, making the juices inside of Ella to drip out and eventually roll down the inner parts of her legs, making her whole body shutter.

Ella moans before squealing.

"Well Nicholas, good job. You've successfully found her g-spot where I do all my paperwork at," Ian mutters.

Nicholas chuckles deeply. "Better now than later." He slowly pulls his finger out of Ella before giving her ass a hard slap which makes her quietly yelp. "Get up, Ella, and for now on you'll do what ever Ian tell you to do, understand?" he demands.

"Yes... sir," she breathes as she pushes herself up.

Suddenly Nicholas's phone rings.

"I have to take this, it's one of the staff from the competition," he tells Ian. "Please start without me, this might take awhile."

Ella watches as Nicholas quickly walks out the room and down the stairs, she also hears him say, "Hello Mr. Hugh, thank you so much for returning my call. Did the papers go through? Am I all ready for tomorrow?"

"Well get started sweetheart, we have lots to do," Ian says.

He takes her by the wrist and guides her to the left side of his office where there's a door that Ella didn't notice before. He pushes it open to reveal a very large bathroom. There's an all white clawfoot tub, but also a hair salon chair inside with a nail salon chair and a spa massage table.

Ella frowns at everything inside the room but the salon chair, because this is a salon, right? Not a spa? And why is everything up here and not downstairs with everything else?

"Wait here, my staff should be arriving any min- I mean, right now." Ian pulls himself and Ella aside as eight women walk inside the room and stand in a straight line in front of Ian. "Alright listen, ladies," he commands. "First, I want a full scrub down, from neck to toe."

The women, which dressed in bright white scrubs, with the salon's name printed on top of the left breast, and white sneakers and have their hair pulled back in a tight bun, nod before breaking a part to different sections of the room in pairs.

Ian takes Ella to the clawfoot tub, that she notices is made out of off white marble. One of the women is filling up the tub with warm water that's somehow already steaming. She watches as the steam comes out the faucet and bounces across the water like fog in the wee hours of the morning.

"Get in," Ian demands.

Ella does, and the water stinking her once she makes contact. So she tries to step out, but both the women push her down into the water. Then they put on matching blue bath gloves, squirt liquid soap in their palms, make the soap into a lather before they scrub every part of Ella's body with no hesitation at all.

Every part of Ella is touched and she feels completely violated as they continue without a word and facial expression.

She feels like a child being punished by being bathed for running outside while it was raining and getting mud all over herself, and it's been a long time since Ella's been bathed.

Once Ella's skin is raw, red and buzzing all over, they women take her out and hand dry her with soft bath towels.

Next she guided over to the spa massage table where two other women are standing next to a tall rolling table that has a waxing set on top. Ella knows what it is because Carly often does her own waxing, it's cheaper. Also, that's her side job when she needs some quick cash and surprisingly there's a lot of girls, and some boys, that want to be waxed on campus.