There are days when I question if it's worth staying at my job. Most of the time, I truly love it. Then there's days like today. I had a packed schedule of difficult services. Some of the clients are very particular about how things are done.
I'm an esthetician at an upscale spa in Boston. I see and hear some crazy shit. I took one look at my schedule today and knew it would be tiring. A majority of the clients micromanage my every move. The only thing keeping me going are my nicer clients between the less enjoyable ones.
Right after lunch, I had one of my newer regulars, Adam. He comes twice a month for a few different treatments and waxes. I find Adam in the waiting room and escort him back to my work room. We get through pleasantries and discuss what treatments we're doing.
"You're booked for a calming back treatment and you want gluteal region included. Is that correct?"
He nods and speaks calmly, "The front desk told me about different skin treatments for the body and it just made sense to do those two in one visit."
"Great. Well, you know how the next part goes. You'll remove all your clothing; socks can stay on if you'd like. Put your things on the chair. There's a robe on the wall you are welcome to use. Once you're ready, lay face down on the table."
The table has a padded hole for when guests lay face down. The table is very comfortable. I've definitely taken a nap or two on it.
I get my supplies ready while he gets ready. Adam makes small talk as he undresses and piles his clothes on the chair. He's 5'10, dark brown hair and deep brown eyes, soft light brown skin, broad shoulders, and semi muscular build.
He says "Okay." and I turn around to see he's still standing, completely naked. I quickly do a once over and apologize. We have robes for clients. He wore it one time and then never again.
"I'm so sorry! I thought you meant you were ready!"
Adam laughs and climbs on the table. He locks eyes with me as I look over my shoulder. He winks before resting his face in the appropriate spot on the table. I cover his lower half with a sheet and blanket.
I start the back treatment and try to focus on what I'm doing. There's mellow music playing, and I dimmed the lights. Adam breathes softly as I cleanse first and then apply the different serums to his back.
I hear soft moans when I'm massaging treatments into his skin. Adam isn't afraid to let me know he's enjoying things. Like when I lean down to ask him a question and say his name. He moans to let me know he's still awake.
I ask if he's doing okay and then let him know the mask I applied on his back needs to sit so I'm going to move down to his glutes. I remove the sheet and blanket and begin working on the new area.
This man plays rugby as a hobby. He has a great ass. Muscular and fairly round. I noticed a few bruises on his back and he has them on both cheeks as well. I'm trying to remain professional but I'm working on my favorite parts of this man's body.
I massage longer than I normally would. He moans happily in response. I find some knots and try to help work them out.
"That feels tight. Damn, that stings."
I let up on the pressure and he relaxes.
"This next serum will be a little cold. I think it will help relax things a bit."
The cool serum has the desired effect. I see his glutes release and I can massage a little deeper. Adam starts adjusting his hips and relaxes after a few moments.
"Comfortable?"
"Very. I just had to get the right position."
This isn't the first time he's gotten hard during a treatment. I'm used to it happening to men while I work on them. It's fairly normal, in my experience.
Today was also not the first time I've seen his dick. This was at least the third time. I do manzilian waxes regularly, so I see a lot of men naked. Adam has not had a manzilian yet.
I apply the mask to both his cheeks and return to his back. The mask is fully dry so I can remove it. I grab a warm wet towel and start to wipe the mask away from his back.
"This has got to be my favorite part. I wish you could wipe my whole body down like that."
Adam makes comments like this in all our sessions. He's attractive, smooth talker, and has a big dick. I bet he's gotten away with so much shit in his life. Just like he does with his comments and making sure I see him naked.
I've asked him if he's single and he never answers the question. He usually deflects to something else. Since he's the client, I don't push. He doesn't wear a wedding ring and there's no tan line for a ring either.
I finish wiping his back off and he says he needs to get up.
"The mask is still drying on your glutes. You can't sit."
Adam laughs softly. "I know. I was going to stand up."
"Oh. Yeah. That can work. Just slide off the side of the table and you can stand up."
I wrap the sheet and blanket around his shoulders so he can cover up easily when he stands. Adam has a different plan. He lets the blanket and sheet fall off his shoulders as he stands. He turns to me with his fully hard cock pointed directly at me.
"This feels so much better. My back felt like it was getting really stiff for some reason."
I try to keep my eyes from bugging out too much. Each time I see his large cock, I'm newly shocked like it's the first time all over again. He makes it bounce up and down. I quickly snap back to reality. I know he doesn't think I believe his back is the thing that's stiff.
"Adam, I want you to be comfortable. Believe me, I do. But you really shouldn't expose yourself to me like that in our sessions. It would be one thing if you were getting a manzilian-"
He perks up at the mention of the service and he interrupts me.
"I want to do that next."
I pause at his sudden declaration.
