showdolly
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Dawn had only been in town a few weeks - seven, to be exact. She'd gone to school for her trade in another state, but was glad to be in Vegas where she could make more money doing the same thing, and had the option to add... ammenities if she needed. She was a law-abiding massage therapist, always having gone by the strict health department laws in her state. But, here, there were no laws regarding her chosen profession - nor others, she surmised.
She'd done quite well gathering a clientelle so quickly. The first gal she'd met in town - the waitress at that diner on the corner, had so quickly befriended her that Dawn had to be greatful to her. And soon, word had spread through her waitress friend of Dawn's professional business. So much that she'd begun working on her friend for free; it was all she could do to repay her for the business she now had. Full time, Monday through Saturday, 9am until after dark every day. Mostly by appointment, but plenty of walk-ins as well, and now a faithful list of returning customers.
She'd not delved into the "ammenities" here, and hadn't been sure she would, but next week her rent was due for the first time - within days of the electricity AND the lease on her business building. She almost had it, just not quite. She was sure she'd have a few willing customers who would want to pay that extra buck for a few extra... ammenities.
The guys that came in here often hinted and talked at her, and she just laughed and kind of ignored them. She always dressed professionally, in comfortable shorts and a polo shirt, her hair up in a pony tail or twist. Most of the men had started with her by keeping on whatever underwear they might be wearing. The ones with boxers had generally all shed theirs by now - difficult to get to the leg muscles with those in the way, and guys liked the leg thing. One by one, the men who wore briefs or... whatever were beginning to shed theirs as well. If any of them had ever liked her massage as more than just a massage, Dawn hadn't noticed. And, she probably would have noticed. Some of the men actually preferred not to be covered, and that was fine with Dawn.
Looking over her list to see who might be next - her first customer after lunch this Monday - Dawn grinned. Her morning customers had been all women, so she'd not changed until her lunch break. She knew that Rick Jones would certainly appreciate her new "look" and at the same time understand that it was an offer - and a plea for a little extra cash this time. Her miniskirt grazed across the tops of her nylons as her garters held them on her legs. The black bottom went perfectly with the black-and-red halter top which tied down the center. Dawn had put on some glittery lotion to make her legs and chest shimmer in the dim lighting of the massage room. She put fresh sheets on the table, not sure if he'd choose to use the cover today or not. Sometimes he covered and sometimes he didn't, and she guessed that when he chose to wear an undergarment he didn't cover, and when he didn't wear anything under he would cover. But, ya never know, with what she was wearing today.
She finished and made her way back to the front of the building, to her desk to wait on Rick. Her long, tanned, toned legs stretched out beside the furniture which she'd purposefully positioned so that anyone coming in the front door would see her and not the desk first. She tossed her head back over the chair, her long, brown hair up in a twist today, and knew that Rick's first sight would be of her busty chest in the air almost exposed at the bottommost crest of her slim neckline. Her 36D breasts were most likely her best sexual asset, and she planned on using them today. No bra, no panties - let's hope Rick is up to some... ammenities today, she smiled as she thought of the strong man and anxiously awaited his arrival.
She'd done quite well gathering a clientelle so quickly. The first gal she'd met in town - the waitress at that diner on the corner, had so quickly befriended her that Dawn had to be greatful to her. And soon, word had spread through her waitress friend of Dawn's professional business. So much that she'd begun working on her friend for free; it was all she could do to repay her for the business she now had. Full time, Monday through Saturday, 9am until after dark every day. Mostly by appointment, but plenty of walk-ins as well, and now a faithful list of returning customers.
She'd not delved into the "ammenities" here, and hadn't been sure she would, but next week her rent was due for the first time - within days of the electricity AND the lease on her business building. She almost had it, just not quite. She was sure she'd have a few willing customers who would want to pay that extra buck for a few extra... ammenities.
The guys that came in here often hinted and talked at her, and she just laughed and kind of ignored them. She always dressed professionally, in comfortable shorts and a polo shirt, her hair up in a pony tail or twist. Most of the men had started with her by keeping on whatever underwear they might be wearing. The ones with boxers had generally all shed theirs by now - difficult to get to the leg muscles with those in the way, and guys liked the leg thing. One by one, the men who wore briefs or... whatever were beginning to shed theirs as well. If any of them had ever liked her massage as more than just a massage, Dawn hadn't noticed. And, she probably would have noticed. Some of the men actually preferred not to be covered, and that was fine with Dawn.
Looking over her list to see who might be next - her first customer after lunch this Monday - Dawn grinned. Her morning customers had been all women, so she'd not changed until her lunch break. She knew that Rick Jones would certainly appreciate her new "look" and at the same time understand that it was an offer - and a plea for a little extra cash this time. Her miniskirt grazed across the tops of her nylons as her garters held them on her legs. The black bottom went perfectly with the black-and-red halter top which tied down the center. Dawn had put on some glittery lotion to make her legs and chest shimmer in the dim lighting of the massage room. She put fresh sheets on the table, not sure if he'd choose to use the cover today or not. Sometimes he covered and sometimes he didn't, and she guessed that when he chose to wear an undergarment he didn't cover, and when he didn't wear anything under he would cover. But, ya never know, with what she was wearing today.
She finished and made her way back to the front of the building, to her desk to wait on Rick. Her long, tanned, toned legs stretched out beside the furniture which she'd purposefully positioned so that anyone coming in the front door would see her and not the desk first. She tossed her head back over the chair, her long, brown hair up in a twist today, and knew that Rick's first sight would be of her busty chest in the air almost exposed at the bottommost crest of her slim neckline. Her 36D breasts were most likely her best sexual asset, and she planned on using them today. No bra, no panties - let's hope Rick is up to some... ammenities today, she smiled as she thought of the strong man and anxiously awaited his arrival.
