massage parlor

[intriguess]

I'm hoping this will be series of one on one encounters. Open first to people I'm not currently role playing with.

I made good money, all for being good with my hands. Now get your minds out of gutter, I was a proffesional massage therapist. I was working on my newest client an older gentleman, in his forties, in good shape, but not muscle bound like so many men today.

I tried not to daydream during work, after all I was in my early twenties, 5'2", plump but not obese, I had distinct hips and chest but I couldn't recall last time I fit into a size fourteen. My brown eyes were hidden behind thick glasses, and soft brown hair hid my face as I leaned over clients. My deft fingers worked out tension, soothed muscles and energized. I was paid well and had more referrals than I could take.

OOC I think I should start with two main clients, a male in his forties, and female in her late thirties, both of which will eventually either seduce me or be seduced by me.

 

[tmuyo]

sure i'll give it a try...

male in his 40's....

ooc:
name: robert
occupation: restaurant owner
sexual inclination: bi
ethnicity: hispanic
weight: 215
height: 5' 11"
age:44

robert is the owner of a failing french restaurant in the seedier part of hollywood. he's been under a lot of stress lately due to the fact that his wife is divorcing him and taking their 12 year old son rico. rose, his wife had found out that robert is bi, which only infuriated her more in addition to his restaurant's failing.

"you fucking whore! you're not taking my son away from me, if you even try i'll kill you. do you understand me you bitch?!?" i hang up the phone in the kitchen of my shithole of a restaurant the 'la rue'.

what happened to this place? it used to be so nice, but now...the fucking bills are piling up and i'm getting fucked in the ass with this threat from the health board because one stupid gringo whore finds a hair in her soup.

i just can't believe that vengeful puta of a wife is doing this to me. she doesn't even love rico. she's just doing this to get back at me. ha! i caught her cheating long ago..., but now she catches me and suddenly the marriage is over...i wonder if john will move in with me. no, i've had it with him too, all he does is bitch about how all i want is sex. well, fuck him too.

as i turn around i hit my forehead on a pan and fill with rage. i pick up the pan and start bashing the phone until all i see is the phone jack supporting the few remnants left of the phone..."i'll kill that bitch...," i growl aloud.

"sir..., sir..., robert?" i turn away from the evidence of my little temper tantrum and see lotty, the assisstant manager shaking. "um, maybe you should just relax for the rest of the day, i can take over...you just need a break..., i know a good place to get a massage...here... i even have a coupon for half off...i was going to use it, but you seem to need it more than i do."

"lotty, you keep it, it's yours. i wouldn't feel right. it's bad enough i work you like a dog and pay you as little as i do," i feel ashamed that even my employees must see me act this way.

"robert, if you don't take it, then i'll quit," she starts to get an authoritative tone, "i mean it! i work hard, but you know who stays here later than i do, busting his ass to try and make this restaurant as good as it used to be? i'll give you one guess...it ain't me you stubborn bastard, now take the coupon or take my resignation," she's smiling. she knows she has me beat. she knows that i need her help.

"okay, okay lotty. i'll use the coupon...where is this place exactly?"

"it's down rosario and on the left where braintree intersects. and if you get lost the address is on the coupon." lotty rolls her eyes. "just go dammit!" as she's shoving me out of the kitchen...