Lucky?

[intriguess]

Maxine only took a vacation to get away from the demands of her family. In truth she loved her work, her only complaint was that she worked with a lot of women, and they tended to get overly bitchy at times. Then her family still treated her as if she were a college student with a part time job. They seemed to think she had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted, from running errands, visiting her grandma with dementia, babysitting various nieces and nephews, plus shopping trips, family camp outs, that sort of thing.

She was tired of it all and so on a whim decided to quietly book a trip, no need to let anyone in on her plans or suddenly her week of peace and quiet would turn into a family holiday from hell. She changed the message on her cell phone and then left it at home. After all she could call and check her messages any time.

So here she was at a beautiful spa resort type thing, and she felt lucky to have made it without interuptions. Maxine had tossed her suitcase on the bed, poured herself a drink, and then took a quick shower.

She'd booked a deep tissue massage that would be arriving in a few minutes, so she wrapped her hair up and wished she could see without her glasses as the door opened.

 

[downhomeguy]

I sighed, and knocked on the door that matched the number on the work order he had been given. Beside him, he had a large, sturdy massage table that rolled. On top of it rested a large bag, complete with all of the tools of the masseuse. The warm hallway made my uniform uncomfortable, despite the fact that it was supposed to be designed for comfort. A white polo shirt, white shorts, and a pair of white shoes. God help me if I spilled anything on it. And if that wasn't humiliating enough, a large nametag was pinned to my chest: "Luke".

Just 23, I had only been a massage therapist for 2 years. After several odd-end jobs, somehow I had been coaxed into a yearlong class that taught the finer skills of massaging. My strong hands and muscular forearms...compliments of a year as a carpenter...had led me to specialize in deep tissue massages. After working at several small parlors, I had been offered a job at a resort that I couldn't turn down. Room and board, plus a rather nice salary, seemed to compensate for the days I spent with my hands on the naked backs of aging and sagging women. Occasionally I would be graced with the presence of a younger woman, but that didn't happen too regularly. And of course, it wouldn't be those that would offer me a larger tip to do more than massage, which I always turned down. I didn't yearn to be someone's personal toy.

 

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The hotel towels never quite made it around her full hips or breasts, and so she had a blurry impression that he was male, youngish, and she got the strange feeling he definetely spoke english. She had expected some old proffessional, you know a burly swede or petite asian someone who barely spoke the language. Maxine hoped she'd still be able to turn off her mind, especially as he entered the room and moved past her, close enough that she got a better look at him.

She wasn't sure what to say or do, and ended up sitting on edge of bed as he set up. She was quite good with her own hands and ended up giving the massages rather than recieving, and when she did recieve it was almost always really BAD. So she was wavering between the fact that he was near her age, and the concept of paying a guy to touch her seemed sleazy. Then again she was sure most of his patrons had no problem having someone like him touch them. Perhaps it was lucky.

Then he had the table set up and it was time to get down to business, and she laid down on the table and attempted to rearrange the tiny towel, not that he hadn't seen a zillion women before. He was undoubtedly used to see faint tan lines and porcelien skin.

 

[downhomeguy]

Having wheeled the table into the room and locked the wheels into place, I began to open my bag on the bed as she climbed up onto the table. I turned to see her laying on the table, making feeble attempts to cover herself with the towel. I had received enough experience to know that all massage parlors operated the same, and that she had probably never had a proper massage. So, pulling a cloth from my bag, I began the same ritual that I had been doing for the past 2 years.

"I'm going to take off that towel and lay this one across you." As it was the typical procedure, I didn't bother waiting for an answer. Lifting the rough room towel off of her and folding it before laying it on the bed, I covered her back up with the softer linen that I had brought with me. It most closely reseambled a high-thread count bed sheet, but was smaller. I took one quick glance at her naked back before covering it with the linen, the top reaching to her mid back and the bottom halfway down her thighs. Reaching back into the bag, I pulled out a bottle of massage oils. Deep tissue massages were typically done without very much oil, if any. Dribbling a slight amount onto my hands, I began rubbing it back and forth.

"What muscle or area did you want me to focus on today?"

 

[intriguess]

"I tend to carry my tension in my lower back, though I'll occasionally get a charlie horse in my calf muscles." She sighed softly stretching out, attempting to mentally relax, while feeling a little uneasy about not being able to see him. "I have a tendency towards killer migraines, but as I don't have one now it doesn't factor in." He smelled good, it was odd how she usually only thought about a guys scent when she was on some level attracted to him. She pushed the thought away, considered it a random fluctation, probably more due to how long it had been since she'd had sex than to any real attraction.

Perhaps it was lucky he could speak English and was a guy, she figured having a woman do this who couldn't talk to her would be even more anxiety riddled.

 

[downhomeguy]

"Ok, then I'll start with your back and work down. Just let me know if you want me to increase or decrease pressure."

I cracked my knuckles before moving my hands to her lower back, which was exposed. Using my thumbs and palm heels, I began kneeding her flesh seeking the muscles. With her face down, I finally got a chance to look at her more closely. Her breathing was forcing her ass up and down slightly, and I observed her curves through the sheet. She was fairly good looking, much better looking than my usual clients.

"Is that ok?" I asked, beginning to press harder into her exposed flesh with my knuckles.

 

[intriguess]

Men in general tended to go too hard too fast, she inwardly chuckled as she thought about how it was true for massage and sex, but drawing her mind out of the naughty images of having him deeply touch her all over, she managed to mutter. "You're doing fine," which he was, taking his time working into the deep forceful grip that found the muscles of her lower back. Her mind drifted back to his comment about going lower and she unintentionally started wondering just how complete of a massage she could get.

Maxine was completely unaware that her thoughts were affecting her body and vice versa, that her neglected pussy was getting moist and fragrant, from the images of his hands manipulating the tender flesh. Her nipples hardening against the bench.

 

[downhomeguy]

I lifted my hands from her back, and placed my right fist into my open left hand. Leaning forward, I placed the point of my elbow into the muscles that I had begun to loosen, and worked circular motions with my bone. I knew that jumping immediately to this could cause the muscles to lock up and inflame, so I had used my knuckles and palms to warm them up.

I noticed from her voice and heavy breathing that she was still nervous, so I decided to try another tactic to loosen her up...talking.

"So, what do you do for a living?"

 

[intriguess]

He was changing tactics, with his hands and she was trying to relax but she was still a little jittery about not being able to see him, but the thought of a frontal massage where she could see him, was equally unsettling. "I work with victims of domestic abuse." Her family thought because she didn't talk about her work that she didn't work. It was more a case that she couldn't talk about her work, at least not in detail, other than to her co workers who seemed overstressed on the best of days. They were thrilled about her planned spa day and she knew she'd be interogated about all the details upon her return.

"It's amazing work, changing lives, helping people." She was considering adding a self defense component, something she'd always wanted to do but didn't exactly have the training to add, and was unsure about hiring some muscular guy to teach.

 

[downhomeguy]

Moving the point of my elbow lower, I slowly worked towards the edge of the towel. Occasionally I would return to a higher spot to make sure the muscle stayed loose, but I focused mainly on those I hadn't gotten to yet.

"So do you work for the state, or is it a private sector?" Despite the stereotypical masseuse, he wasn't an idiot. He just hadn't had the money to go to college, and the Army, local PD or fire department didn't pay nearly as well as massaging clients...in a safe environment, no less.

 

[intriguess]

"Both actually, I work with a government funded shelther, and end up in court far more than I would like. I also have a fairly good private practice that tends more towards marital and premarital counseling." She tried to avoid moving, letting her body unwind under his skilled hands. She turned her head slightly breathing deeply. "What about you, have you always wanted to be a masseuse?"

 

[downhomeguy]

"No, I always considered some sort of government work. Dad was an Army Ranger, always wanted me to follow in his footsteps, go airborne and get my tab. I considered going to the Police or Fire Academy, but none of those pay nearly as well as this does. Funny to think that I can make three times as much money here, doing this, than I can starting work every day knowing that it could be my last shift."

I lifted my hands from her, and reached for the bottle of oil again. Taking another small amount in my hand, I rubbed it between my fingers and down my forearms, making sure to coat my elbows lightly. Remembering that she noted her tight calves, I used my fingers to knead and squeeze them, loosening up the muscles.

 

[intriguess]

"Acceptable level of risk is a factor," she sighed softly. "So do you plan on going soft then?" she did not mean all that those words could imply. Merely that in physically intense jobs, a physically fit body was a requirement. She blushed at the unintentional second meaning. She wondered if putting her foot in her mouth was something massueses expected, or it was just her being around a strange man, touching her naked body.

 

[downhomeguy]

I laughed. "No, I plan on staying hard for as long as I can." I smiled, knowing full well what I had said. But she had started it with her question, and I expected that she knew how it had sounded.

"You wouldn't want someone with sagging arms and a beer belly to be your masseuse, would you?"

 

[intriguess]

"Well very few dieticians are a healthy weight, and I know far too many fat doctors who smoke." His reply was equally suggestive and she was glad she wasn't a blusher as she thought of all that meant. "I'm sure stamina is a requirement in your line of working, focusing on one area for as long as it takes and such."

 

[downhomeguy]

"Good point. You're sure to find more overweight people giving diet information than skinny ones." I kneaded her calves harder, trying to dig out any tention. I made sure not to go so far as to hurt her, but a firm hand was needed to work out the kinks.

"Yeah, it always helps to have strong hands. It took about a year of working to be able to walk away and not need an Icy Hot hand rub."

 

[intriguess]

"I'm sure the height of table has encouraged rigorous posture as well." I sighed softly, glad I had shaved my legs that morning. "I try to fit yoga or some other meditative form of stretching and relaxation a few times a week, when I skip a session I can usually tell the next day."

She sighed, trying not to think of all the things that interupted her down time. "It's nice to get away from it all," she paused trying to figure out how to phrase her request. "My neck is getting a bit stiff from laying this way." she almost suggested rolling over, but thought that might be too forward.

 

[downhomeguy]

I had almost finished with her massage, so I almost mentioned that she wouldn't have to hold the position much longer. But it occured to me that unlike most spas, we didn't schedule clients by the masseuse. Unless one of us was specifically requested (and I knew a few of my female coworkers that were at least once a week), we took the assignments as they came in. How long we spent with one client was up to us. But it was a delicate balance. Spend too little time, and you not only risked no tip but bad reviews, which led to fewer assignments and possible firing. Spend too much time with a client, and you missed other assignments that represented extra income.

"Well, I'm through with the deep tissue workout. Was there anything else you wanted this afternoon?"

 

[intriguess]

It seemed a pity that he was done, and she unintentionally rolled over to look at him to speak with him. She opened her mouth to speak then realized how much of her was exposed from the way his eyes had shifted. She pulled the sheet up over her breasts, and spoke. "I suppose you get a lot of customers late at night who want to unwind before going to bed." It was strange, while she felt relaxed another part of her felt wound up, and she could not admit he had her worked up.

 

[downhomeguy]

I wasn't expecting her to turn around, and before I could stop it I felt my shorts get tighter with the surprise view of her body. It was a requirement that everyone wear white under their uniforms, so as not to break up the color of the shorts, and my white boxers were doing their best to contain the uncontrollable half-erection that quickly rose. I turned to my bag, doing my best to hide it. Digging around, I found the notebook that I was looking for. Most of the busy employees kept a log book with any pre-arranged appointments, as well as detailed notes on each massage...client name, room, start and end time, and the type of massage. It wasn't something that the company required or even looked over, we just did it for our own notes.

Turning around, I held the book in front of my crotch. "Yes, we usually keep a few of our staff available for impromtu calls. Each of us takes shifts so that nobody has to work the night shift too often. Do I take that to mean that you would like to schedule another appointment for later this evening?"

One requirement was that we each keep request forms in our bags in case a client scheduled a follow-up, it could be properly filed and logged accordingly.

 

[intriguess]

"Would you be available?" it sounded wierd but she didn't want anyone else, last thing she wanted was some stranger to turn up and try to get comfortable with someone new.

"When it the latest time you have open?" She was trying to ignore the feel of the soft sheet against her nipples as she held it over her body, each breath causing the fabric to shift against her skin.

"Do you mainly do deep tissue massages?" Not that she really minded, but one was enough for a day and wondered briefly how she had ended up with the him as her masseuse.

"Do I tip you now? or add it on to my account?"

 

[downhomeguy]

I flipped to the calendar section of the book, despite the fact that I knew I didn't have any appointments.

"Let's see...uh...I don't have any appointments scheduled. My shift ends at 9, but if you schedule now it can be for any time you wish. And I'm available for any type of massage."

I let the book close, and held it at my side. I realized that I could barely see her nipples protruding through the soft sheet. I tried to maintain eye contact with her, not only to keep myself from watching her chest rise and fall but to try and hold her attention up from the bulge in my shorts. I smiled, trying to remain a friendly tone. "And I can have the billing service add the tip to my check, or I can take it now."

 

[intriguess]

"I'll take a 9 o'clock appointment," she glanced at the clock wishing for more time between now and then even as she wanted it to be 9 right now. "Tipping you now seems a little crass." Not to mention a huge reminder that she was Paying him to touch her and he was being Paid to touch her. She suddenly realized he probably wanted his sheet back and she looked down. "Could you fetch me the robe?" She slide off table wrapping sheet around her, concealing her body for the moment. Maxine's fingers trembled as she took the robe from his hand, the transition from sheet to robe, not quite as suave as she intended.

"if that's all right with you that is?"

 

[downhomeguy]

I made a big deal of noting the time in my book, and closed it before setting it down to grasp her robe. I shook it and held it out for her, then watched as she exchanged it with my...the spa's towel.

I saw hints of bare flesh, more than before, but only enough to tease me and make me curse my uniform shorts for being so tight. Folding the towel and laying it on the massage table, then unlocking the wheels, I loaded up the rest of my equipment and pushed it towards the door.

"That's perfect. I will see you at 9 o'clock, ma'am." Walking out and heading down the hall, I pushed my equipment...still warm...with me.

 

[intriguess]

Her stomach was tied in knots as she waited for time to pass. She slipped a nightgown on and unpacked her clothes. She'd taken a shower before the first appointment and was unsure whether another one would be necessary. Maxine pulled her hair up off her neck and fidgeted watching the clock. She finally ordered dessert, as it had been a long time since she ate last. She pulled on a robe covering her body waiting for the chocalate, she couldn't even remember what it was she had ordered other than it was chocalate, and it had been recommended.




OOC so Luke could stop in earlier by stepping in for delivery boy or we can zoom to 9