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I have heard many times that I am good with my hands. Truth is I am. These hands have served me well over the years. Many women have fallen victim to these hands over the years, but I digress… So I went with what worked. Took a few classes, got a license, and opened a massage parlor. I kept my business small and massaged whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Of course I catered specifically to women. Made sense since they were the ones who always told me how good my hands were. My place was quite quaint. At the entrance was a small receptionist’s desk with a date planner for all of my appointments. I never did hire a receptionist though. Probably should have hired a nice hot little number to look at all day when I wasn’t massaging ridiculously hot women. Life was good and I was always looking to improve the ambience of my place to make it more pleasurable for the clients as well as myself. Scented candles, warmed oils, surround sound speakers with relaxing music and warm towels all seem to set the mood nicely. It was getting late and I was seriously considering closing early because it was raining and I was quite bored. I had no appointments for the rest of the day and to be honest it gets lonely there sometimes. I walked to the back to begin getting ready to head home for the day when I heard the door… A woman was standing there. She was wearing a pea coat and was carrying a leather briefcase. She was a lawyer, easy to tell. She had it written all over her face. At the moment, this lawyer was dripping all over my floor. “Can I help you?” I asked politely. “I don’t know, can you?” she replied with an attitude. “Well what exactly are you looking for?” I tried to remain professional despite her piercing glare. “What do you think?” she snarled. “A fucking massage.” “Well we offer several types and different amounts of time for each.” It took all my strength not to wring her neck like she was wringing out her ridiculous scarf… “Ugh!” she rolled her eyes. “I have had a fucking terrible day so just give me an hour of whatever.” “OK, why don’t you go take a nice hot shower to warm up and soften yourself… I… err… mean… soften your skin up, while I set everything up.” I stammered as I handed her a warm white towel and a warm white bathrobe. She immediately snatched them out of my hands and headed for the back. I walked to the back and immediately lit a few scented candles and began warming up the body oils. I put on some relaxing tunes and prepped the table. Out she came in the bathrobe and she was drying her hair with the towel as she walked. I was flabbergasted. Straight up speechless. She was stunning. I have seen some beautiful women in my time, but this woman was incredible. Her blonde hair just flowed like a river down her back and ended just above her ass. Her lips were moist and pink and shimmered in the dimmed lighting of my studio. I directed her over to the massage table where a towel lay for her to cover her buttocks when she disrobed. I turned so she could disrobe comfortably and noticed I could see her reflection in one of |
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