On the first floor of a moderately priced hotel, one of a chain, a business man by the name of Kevin Crows talks on the phone to his secretary, who sits at her desk in an office miles from where he is now. Another man enters, toting a fold-up massage table. Before he can set up, the business man hangs up his cell phone and introduces himself. The masseur, Kyle Quinn, does the same, shaking Kevin’s outstretched hand. Kevin explains to him in no uncertain terms that a massage will not be taking place during this in-room service call. No, instead Kyle will be performing a ‘dick sucking,’ as Kevin describes. ‘But what about the massage,’ Kyle asks, a bit confused. It’s not what this Mr. Crows had in mind, and he doesn’t want to waste time.
Kyle Quinn needs a big strong man to help him move and asks his friend Robert Van Damme if he would help out. Robert, always the nice guy agrees to help but when moving day arrives Kyle is all but useless which is pissing him off.
Kyle Quinn is about to learn that gambling does it pay. Seems as if he has bet and lost, and now Johnny Torque is going to teach him a lesson… a hard lesson. Sometimes your mouth writes a check that your ass has to cash. But it does help that, luckily, that doesn’t sound like such a bad time to Kyle. Actually Johnny might be teaching him the wrong lesson.
