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Chapter 9
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It was messy.
And painful.
Laura dumped me about a week after Annie's visit. I guess they talked which, in fairness, is no surprise.
"I'm sorry, Rick, but I just can't do this any more. With all the women you're seeing and then my mother!"
I tried talking her round but apart from grovelling regrets I didn't have much to say. I contemplated offering to give up the whole massage business, but there was still the matter of having shagged her Mom. There were a few tears at both ends of the phone. Like I said: messy and painful.
I cancelled some appointments and moped for a few days. I'd hurt someone I cared for and I felt bad. I wanted to make it right somehow but knew that wasn't possible. I tried to let her go, but it was agonisingly difficult.
After a few days messages and texts were building up. When you work for yourself, you can never truly get away from the business, and I had clients. My ladies wanted my attention.
I booked an appointment with Marissa. "The massage is on me," I said. "But I'd like to be punished afterwards." She paused at the other end of the phone. She didn't know the details but must have sensed the need. "You will be," she said eventually and firmly. I was sore for several days but it was kind of cathartic.
Vanessa called early on Monday.
"I am so sorry," she said and she did sound quite upset. "I just heard. I honestly didn't know you were in a relationship with Annie Hart's daughter."
"S'ok," I mumbled. "Something like that was bound to happen eventually."
"It was just silly girls talk over lunch. I am really, really sorry."
She kept apologizing so I just reassured her that everything was fine.
"Look, can I pop over? Bring a bottle of wine or something. Make it up to you," she pleaded. "Maybe tonight?"
"Sure," I replied. I wasn't really in the mood for merriment but it seemed a bit rude to say no, since she was being so contrite. She knocked about eight and I led her into the living room. I opened the wine and poured. We chatted for a little while, which was nice and then she grinned.
"How about we set up the massage couch? But this time, I'm giving you the massage. My treat. It seems like you need some pampering for a change." She smiled with big watery eyes. I could hardly refuse.
She put on some soft jazz while I striped down and lay on the couch. She went to work on my shoulders. I guess I must have been pretty tense because she soon found some knots and eased her thumbs into them. It was divine. She worked across my back and buttocks, then arms. I rolled over so she could work on my feet and legs. I semi-dozed as she worked, fully enjoying the experience. Totally relaxed.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" I cooed.
"I trained as a massage therapist before opening my gym. When that took off, I started the healthcare business. I always wanted to help people heal."
I was drifting in and out of consciousness, enjoying the music, when I realised there was something warm around my penis. Opening my eyes I saw the top of Vanessa's head over my crotch, her hair spread out across my legs and stomach. She was kneeling between my legs, hands stroking my thighs as she sucked my hardening dick.
"That's nice," I murmured watching her head bob up and down. Vanessa kept sucking, licking my shaft and flicking her tongue over my bell end. She cupped my balls with one hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. What a lovely way to 'make it up to you' I thought, smiling to myself. Well she did say "my treat" so I put my hands behind my head and closed my eyes again.
She worked on my cock and balls for a while. I was thoroughly enjoying it but was in no rush so I just let her do her thing. Occasionally she looked up enquiringly but I reassured her. "Keep going," I murmured. "It's lovely." She smiled and popped my boner back in her warm, wet mouth.
