"Welcome to the Inner Circle Spa," a disgustingly perky receptionist chirped. Corinne took the clipboard from her which contained the usual medical background questions. "What is your name and who were you referred by?"
"Corinne Jenkins. I was referred by Brandy Hicks."
"Ah yes, I see you have a three o'clock appointment for a deep tissue. If you'd fill out that paperwork we'll get started."
Corinne rolled her eyes inwardly. Call her cynical, but she knew that these questions were mostly so they didn't get their asses sued should something bad happen.
She sat and started to review them, providing her own sarcastic mental commentary while she wrote down her real answers.
Age: how about too fucking old to be back on the singles market?
Any areas of tension: let's see...my entire life since my husband left me for his dental hygienist?
Medications: does vodka count?
Health concerns: can a vagina dry up and fall out if it hasn't been used in years?
She paused with that one. Would a neglected vagina dry up and fall out or fall in? A medical mystery. She'd probably end up a case report in some obscure gynecological journal as the first woman to find out.
She approached the receptionist again, who took her clipboard and handed her a small gold sticker in the shape of a heart. It was the size of a quarter and slightly padded. "What's this for?" Corinne asked.
"Oh, we call it our relaxation monitor. It measures your heart rate and breathing and sends it wirelessly to your therapist so they know when you are super relaxed. If you could place it on your chest over your heart that would be super." She handed the older woman a tablet as Corinne placed the sticker as instructed. "Please open our photo gallery app and review the therapists, any of the ones pictured are available in your time slot."
Corinne raised an eyebrow. "Super," she said drily as she opened the app and took a seat. She chose male gender and started swiping through. Each had a professional looking picture and a brief resume. She didn't really see the point in knowing what they all looked like, since she planned to sleep through the whole thing, but when in Rome. Her friend Brandy had promised her this place had superior service.
She was surprised when one young man caught her attention. His name was Edgardo, and while not classically handsome, there was something about the way his eyes crinkled up when he smiled that was kind of endearing. He was clearly of Latin descent, with wiry brown hair over a swarthy complexion and sparkling white teeth.
It reminded her of the time her ex had taken her to Mexico, and her Irish complexion had been so badly sunburned she'd spent the whole trip covered in aloe vera in their suite. Needless to say flirting with cute cabana boys had been out of the question. Maybe she'd make up for lost time now.
She shrugged and pressed the 'choose me' button. Seconds later a door opened and out he came, even cuter and more magnetic in person. His medical scrubs should have made him shapeless, but she could see where the shoulders strained and the sleeves barely contained his smooth brown biceps. Even Corinne in her battle scarred state felt a little kick of her heart rate.
"Ms. Jenkins, a pleasure to meet you. I am Edgardo and I shall be your humble massage therapist today." He flashed those pearly whites and Corinne found her hands engulfed in his. They were strong and sure on hers. Oh my. If only she was twenty years younger.
"Nice to meet you too," she smiled and tried to withdraw her hands but he held them a little longer than necessary.
"I will do whatever I can to make you feel like a queen," he said earnestly. She laughed a little at how serious his expression was when he said it. For a second she almost believed him.
He led her through the doors and down a darkened hallway, instructing her to change in the locker room and meet him in the lotus room.
Within minutes she was face down and naked on the massage table, lightly covered in a sheet. The soothing spa music was just starting to relax her mind, and then Edgardo laid his hands on her. She couldn't help but stiffen slightly at first.
"Mmmm, you have not been touched enough," he murmured. "A woman as beautiful as you should be accustomed to being worshiped." Corinne grinned into the face ring since he couldn't see her. He was already making her feel like royalty. She forced herself to relax as he reminded her to take deep cleansing breaths.
His hands were like a soothing balm on her spirit as well as her body. They slid over her, kneading, pressing and soothing away her twisted knots of muscle. She felt herself relax more than she had in months.
She was half asleep when he murmured, "so much tension, Ms. Jenkins. You've been suffering. What took you so long to come to me?"
His phrasing was a little odd, but her brain was floating somewhere near the ceiling so she didn't care much. "Please call me Cori," she replied groggily. "I'm only here because my friend got me this gift certificate. I never get massages." Her cheating bastard of an ex had always called them an unnecessary extravagance.
Edgardo raised an eyebrow, surprised. The clientele here all knew what the Inner Circle had to offer, except this curvy red headed goddess on his table. Apparently her friend had not told her the whole truth, which meant he would have to tread carefully.
He glanced up at the row of tiny round lights mounted discreetly on the wall. One green light and two reds. He had his work cut out for him. His deep brown eyes glinted with determination. He loved a challenge.
"You need to see me at least once a week for two months. It will take time to remind your body of what it needs."
"And what is that?"
"Pleasure." He said simply. He held the sheet and instructed her to turn over. She complied while she considered it. She'd fought tooth and nail for every cent of alimony she got and it was a generous living. It seemed like sweet revenge to spend her ex's money having this gorgeous Latino man rub hot oil all over her naked skin.
"You're on," she grinned.
"Now that is the smile I've been waiting for. Now I work on your neck and then your chest, yes?"
"I'm all yours," she sighed. He rolled her head to one side and ran his hands down the tight cords of her neck, his thumb sliding towards her shoulder. Then his hand slid under her shoulder blade, lifting her so that her upper back arched upwards.
Although he had tucked the sheet under her arms, each time he lifted her it would loosen, and she suddenly became aware that her breasts were brushing against the sheet. As he started on the other side of her neck she realized her nipples were rock hard. She fought off embarrassment and told herself he'd probably seen so many tits at this point they didn't even affect him anymore.
She was wrong about that, Edgardo had definitely noticed and his cock was firming up at the sight. It couldn't be helped, his fingers were just inches away from her full creamy breasts. He looked up at the lights. Two greens now. They were getting there.
"I will work on your pectoral muscles now. Women tend to ignore them, but if they are tight the shoulders cannot relax. Deep exhale now," he pressed his fingertips into her chest, starting at her collarbone and working his way closer and closer to her nipple.
Corinne exhaled and tried not to squirm. His fingertips were sliding over her breasts, stopping just a centimeter short of impropriety. What was worse was how her sex had begun to throb. She couldn't help it, her body had been neglected for years, but she still berated herself for getting turned on. Here was this sweet kid in his twenties just trying to do his job and she was pulling a full on cougar. At least he couldn't tell how aroused she was.
Edgardo smiled with satisfaction at the three green lights on the wall. Full arousal on the first session, not too shabby. And a perfect place to end their time together and leave her wanting more.
He stroked her temples gently and whispered, "That's all the time we have, Ms. Cori. Will I see you next week?"
She swallowed and nodded. She was hooked.
Three sessions later Cori flopped on to the table naked except for the little gold heart sticker, her body tingling with anticipation of Edgardo's smooth hands. The man was a miracle worker. In the last few weeks he had somehow brought her back to life. She felt as if the walls she'd built around herself during her bitter divorce were crumbling down and a few precious rays of hope were shining in. Maybe her life wasn't over after all.
Edgardo entered and a whiff of his aftershave floated over to her, a tropical scent that always made her feel like she was at the beach. She sighed with contentment.
"That is how you should always sound, Ms. Cori," the sound of his hands warming the oil was like music to her ears before he laid them on her back, soft and soothing. She no longer tensed at his touch, but rather melted into the table like hot wax. "We have made much progress in the last few weeks." He looked up the lights. At their last session he'd kept her on full arousal for the most of the hour. It was time to take her to the next level.
He ran his hands down her back with firm, slow strokes, starting at the shoulders and ending at the swell of her luscious ass. With every pass he went just a hair further. Soon he was fully cupping her cheeks, kneading them seductively.
