She slid her hands down the client's back and focused all of her attention on projecting a completely calm aura. The minutes ticked away as Susan continued projecting that image of calm into each and every muscle on her client. Little by little, the woman under her hands relaxed, the tension sliding out of her with every stroke of the massage.
"You look beat," Bridgett, the receptionist commented as Susan closed the door to the massage room behind her.
"Tough customer," Susan made a face, "Some sort of executive, unless I miss my guess, and struggling to stay at the top."
"Could also be her husband forgot what day it is and she's pissed at him," Bridgett suggested in a teasing tone, knowing full well Susan's guesses could more be called fact.
"What?" Susan stared blankly,, "Today?"
"You forgot?" Bridget was amazed, "It's Valentine's Day!" she gestured to the bouquet on her desk sent by her most recent boyfriend, "That's why it's been so slow!"
"Oh, wow, yeah, I completely forgot," Susan blinked in surprise, "I just figured it was another slow day. We get those during the week."
"Tomorrow will be busy for me," Bridgett predicted brightly, tossing her hair over her shoulder, "Everyone calling to use their Valentine's gift cards."
"I'm guessing you have a hot day with Mister dozen red roses there," Susan nodded to the flowers.
"Yep!" Bridgett squirmed in her chair a second before blurting out, "Do you think I could leave, like, a little early?"
"How early?" Susan frowned, "And why aren't you asking Glo?"
"Glo's gone for the day, left at noon," Bridgett stated about the clinic's owner, "You've got one more today, right before closing, and it's a gift card so no need for him to pay after you're done, so I could close after he gets here even."
Susan thought it through. She knew the plan would work and that they were unlikely to really have any calls that the machine couldn't take between her last appointment and official close time. "Okay, but you owe me. Just be sure to set the phone to after hours, set the sign, and lock the door."
"No problem!" Bridgett grinned, obviously excited about her date.
"I'm going to have some tea," Susan moved back to the break room, "Let me know when the next client is here."
"Sure thing," Bridget waved her off as the phone rang.
Susan signed and sipped her tea, letting the fragrant brew wash over her and re-instill her calm. Nope, she was alone today. Her last boyfriend had moved two states away for his job and she'd discovered she just didn't love him enough to uproot and follow him. No romantic fairy tales for her, that was sure!
A knock on the door interrupted her inner reverie, "Susan, your client is here."
She finished off the cup of tea before stepping out.
"Hi," she smiled at the man waiting on her, "I'm Susan and I'll be your masseuse today."
"I'm Joe," he smiled back. He has a nice smile, she decided.
"If you'll follow me," she turned and walked down to the room that had been prepared.
He followed and listened as she explained the standard undressing "to your level of comfort," then getting face down on the table under the covers. She left and saw Bridgett off before heading back to the room, giving Joe plenty of time to get ready. She did make sure to knock and check before opening the door, another standard practice drilled into her early on in her career.
As always, she started with pulling the blankets back, placing one hand on the back of his neck, the other on the base of his spine, and focusing.
Stress, tension... normal to feel in her line of work. His neck was a complete jumble; he had to be suffering a headache. She drew a mental line from his head to his feet and then began working.
She'd barely started un-knotting his neck when she caught her thoughts drifting. Maybe it had been talking to Bridgett, maybe it was having her hands on an attractive man, maybe it was knowing they were locked in together alone. Somehow sexual thoughts were entering her mind and she found herself not projecting the calm she had intended to project, but a sexual heat. She quickly pulled her hands back, on the excuse of getting more lotion from her belt, to refocus. For the rest of the knots in his neck, she managed to stay on track, projecting calm into him, getting him to relax. She relaxed her shoulders as he let out a sigh of relief as she finished his neck and then she moved on to his back. Stroke up and down the spine, connecting base to tip.
"I'd swear you're some sort of physic," he commented out of the blue, "My neck's been tight for weeks, one of the reasons I made this appointment."
She jumped at his voice; usually she had her clients in a state of near sleep and didn't talk to them at all. "Oh," she responded, "Just years of training. Why, you have a hot date tonight you need that headache gone for?"
He laughed, "No date for me tonight. My last girlfriend decided my wallet wasn't big enough to satisfy her lifestyle. She left a few months ago."
"Oh?" Susan responded in surprise, "I'm surprised you didn't find someone else quickly enough."
He raised his head to look at her and laughed, "I think that was a compliment, so thank you. What about you? Any hot dates after you get done here? With those hands, I'm surprised they don't line the street."
She actually blushed and then pushed at his shoulders to get him back down, "No, broke up with a guy a couple months back when he had to leave state for a new job."
"And you didn't follow him?"
"I'm not that kind of girl," she grinned, moving her hands in patterns down his back, "Besides, I love working here. One of the most relaxed studios I've worked for."
"Mmmm," he said noncommittally, "That's a good spot. You really do know what you're doing."
She pressed extra hard under his shoulder blade to release some of the tension she found there, "Just years of experience," she temporized.
"Your hands are so good," he murmured and she realized her projection thoughts were back to sexual. She tried to press back to calm as she moved to his right arm, but seeing and feeling his hand had her thinking about him running those hands over her, squeezing her breasts, fingering her...
He shifted as if suddenly uncomfortable and she broke off the train of thought. "Are... are you okay?" she asked, pausing as she moved around his head to his other arm.
"Um, yeah, just," he hesitated, "I, uh, never realized how erotic a massage could be before. Is it normally like this?"
She blushed fire engine red at his bluntness, "N-nnno," she stuttered, "Normally they're very calming and the person almost falls asleep. I ... I can leave you alone for a minute, if you want," she finally offered, "Let us both get our thoughts back in order."
He raised his head to look at her, "And sometimes things happen for a reason. I'm normally not this direct, but look, you're alone tonight, I'm alone tonight, and it's Valentine's Day. Since we both seem to be all fired up, why don't you keep doing whatever your touch is doing to me and we finish out the evening with a little fun of our own? I mean, it's been months for me, I know."
Susan felt completely breathless staring at Joe and his offer running through her head. Then she licked her lips and asked, "Ever make love in the steam room? You know a visit to our steam room is included in your massage."
Joe sucked in his breath, "Why not right now?"
She put her hands back on his head to restrain him and picked up his left arm, "Because my boss keeps a camera in the massage rooms to keep us safe. No sound but any video proof we might need of a jerk thinking masseuse is another name for whore. I've seen a few in my years."
"Ah," he put his head back down, "The steam room it is."
Thirty minutes later, she smoothed the blanket over him and opened the door. She'd been barely able to finish and that lump in the blanket when she'd rolled him over... well, hopefully Glo would never look at the video without a need! She'd tried to bunch the blankets up around it as much as possible so it didn't stick out.
"The spa room is down the hall on your right. Sauna, steam room, and the main whirlpool room. Towels will be in the whirlpool room if you so desire one," she left quickly and ran back to the break room. With trembling hands, she brewed a quick cup of tea and practically gulped it trying to soothe her nerves, which were sizzling with sexual tension. She gave up and stepped into the break room bathroom to change into one of the towels left on hand there for the staff.
She stepped into the whirlpool room and looked around. No one. One look at the steam room door confirmed it was completely steamed in there. She opened the door and stepped into the room.
As the door closed behind her, she heard him before she saw him.
"You did come," he exclaimed, stepping over to her, "First things first."
To her surprise, he reached back and pulled the bands out of her hair, loosening it in waves down her back. He buried his hands in it and pulled her in for a kiss.
A kiss? She wrapped her arms around him as their mouths met in a frantic series of kisses, tongues meeting and dueling, mouths touching and leaving, erotic, hotter than the room, and leaving her very wet. She moved against him, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock against her through the towels. Towels? She dropped her hands to realize he was completely nude.
"Thought you'd like that," he muttered, tugging at the elastic holding her towel around her. In seconds he had her firm breasts in his hands. She shivered as he ran his hands over the nipples, causing them to tighten completely, before taking one in his mouth. She retaliated by gripping his hard cock in her hand and gently squeezing. She ran her hands up and down, feeling completely satisfied with what she felt.
