Nick flipped the phone closed before turning back to Judy. “Sorry Honey, but I have to take care of some business. Why don’t you go to the spa, have a manicure, pedicure, get your hair done, have a facial, and a massage. I’m sure you will feel a lot better after that.”
“I don’t know,” she mused keenly aware of the costs.
“Let me call it in for you, put you to the head of the line.”
“Well…”
Nick held up his hand to cut her off, then he called the receptionist at the hotel spa.
“Sandy, Nick. I’m sending you a special customer. Name’s Judy Marsh, wearing a red dress. Give her the works… Thanks, doll.” Nick smiled and motioned in the direction of the spa, “They’re waiting for you honey. Enjoy it.”
Before she could say anything, Nick was gone, working his way over to table twelve. She took another sip of her drink, watching as Nick disappeared into the crowd, sensing that she would see him again. “He seems interested,” she said to herself. “I’m interested,” she mused with a wry grin. Her smile turned to a frown. “I’ll show John not to ignore me. Bad luck! He has some nerve!” She finished her drink and headed for the spa.
*****
John felt elated. He was up again, not significantly, but the trend was in the right direction. He turned to see if Judy was there by his side. He ruefully thought, ‘Why can’t she be here when I’m winning? Doesn’t she know I’m doing this for us?’ There was no one to answer his queries, so he turned back to the table frowning.
As soon as Judy walked up to the desk, Sandy, a drop dead gorgeous brunette with curly hair, cheerfully asked, “Are you Miss Marsh?”
“Yes,” replied Judy, pleased with the service.
“We’re expecting you, this way please.”
Judy caught the indignant glare from a lady who was waiting as Sandy led her into a backroom with a massage table in the center. As simply furnished as the room was, it was at the same time elegant, with a waterfall and pool along one side. Sandy handed her a towel from a neat stack near the door.
“Why don’t you get undressed Miss Marsh while I go get your masseuse.”
Judy removed her shoes and then her dress, wrapping the towel around her for modesty. Soon Sandy reappeared.
Sandy pointed to her necklace. “I’d better take that. Don’t worry, I have a safe to put it in.”
Judy removed the necklace and as Sandy disappeared with it, she had second thoughts. She was about to follow Sandy when a burly brute appeared in the doorway.
An involuntarily twinge gripped her pussy at the sight of the ugly man. His white t-shirt was pulled taut over his very muscular chest. He had huge arms and legs like tree trunks. His smile did little to alleviate her fear of him.
“Miss Marsh,” he began in a deep, rasping voice, “I’m Bruno. Shall we begin?”
Judy stared, frozen in place with fear. She couldn’t help but stare. Bruno had about the ugliest, most menacing face she ever saw. His head was massive and sat directly on his shoulders with no discernable neck. His dark eyes were set deep into his face, peering animalisticly from their caves. His nose was broad and flat and his lips were thick and puffy. Then she noticed the numerous scars across his face.
Bruno sensed her discomfort. She was no different than any other woman, repelled by his bestial looks. It was his job to put her at ease. He smiled and touched his brutish face. “It’s okay Ma’am, I used to be a boxer.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she pleaded appalled at her rudeness, “I didn’t mean…”
“It’s okay, Ma’am. I scare myself some mornings.” He walked into the room and patted the table. “Just lie down here Ma’am, and we can get started.”
Judy got up on the table where Bruno directed her to lie on her stomach, her head resting on her arms. As he began to pull back her towel, she felt another twinge in her pussy, this time born of a fear that he was about to discard her towel altogether. She was about to protest when he asked, “Ma’am, do want me to cover your buttocks with the towel, or would you rather I discard it completely. If I discard it, I can do my job better.”
“Keep me covered, please,” she squeeked.
“Yes Ma’am.”
Bruno when to a cabinet and removed a bottle of hot oil. After pouring a generous amount into his massive hands he began working the oil into her shoulders as he kneaded her muscles.
The massage felt so incredibly good. Accompanied by the soothing sound of falling water, Judy soon began to relax. Bruno worked her back down to the towel line; then he worked first her right arm from her shoulders to her fingers, then her left arm. By now Judy was relaxed, very relaxed. Bruno began massaging down her right leg, beginning with her thigh and working his way down to her foot and her toes. He began again with the left thigh, working his oiled magical fingers down her shapely leg. By the time he was finished with her left toes, Judy felt like she was in heaven, drifting through the clouds, her body loosely jointed. She was so enjoying the massage that she didn’t notice, or rather didn’t protest, when his hands lifted the towel and began kneading her gluteus maximus.
After several minutes more than necessary, Bruno took his hands from her delectable flesh. “Ma’am? Ma’am, if you would turn over please.”
Judy barely heard his voice. In a near dreamlike state, she rolled onto her back.
Before applying more hot oil to his hands, Bruno feasted his eyes on the naked beauty lying before him. He loved this job. It sure beat the hell out of getting his head hammered fighting in the ring. He looked up to where he knew a camera was hidden and beamed. Then he turned his attention back to the perfectly proportioned treasure lying on the table. He began working her shoulders and neck, all the while studying her firm tits with their dark, quarter-sized aureoles and long, thick nipples. Judging by the way they jiggled and moved as he worked her shoulders, he knew that they were all natural. He smiled to himself as he thought, ‘And I get paid for this?’
After working each arm and hand again, he slid his hands down her sides, avoiding her breasts. That was the hardest part of his job, resisting the temptation. But the hotel rules were very clear, besides the Boss was interested in her. He applied more oil and rubbed her belly, working his way lower down her torso. He now admired the neatly trimmed triangular patch of pubic hair.
Working her right thigh again, his fingers were a mere inch from her pussy. Her legs were slightly parted, giving him a clear view of her shaved vulva. As his fingers dug into the flesh of her inner thigh, the lips parted slightly, revealing her glistening pink paradise. It took all of his willpower and control not to slide a finger up her snatch. She’d enjoy that, he was sure, but the rules were rules and he had to maintain a degree of professionalism. Reluctantly he worked down her leg to her feet. He changed sides of the table and worked her right thigh.
Bruno glanced up. She had her eyes closed, lost in a world of total relaxation. Exhaling, he bent forward, down towards her pussy and inhaled. Her womanly scent filled his nostrils. He lifted his head to exhale, lest his hot breath cause her alarm. He felt light headed, intoxicated by her pheromones. He glanced at her face again; she was apparently unaware of his action. He gripped his cock for a moment as he had a raging hard on, had it ever since he removed the towel from across her butt, but her scent now nearly drove him wild. Then he quickly took in another deep breath of the sweet smell of her sex.
Feeling a slight stirring of the air near her crotch, Judy dreamily opened her eyes partially just as his head came up for the second time. Sensing that all was well, she languorously closed her eyes. Bruno caught sight of her half opened eyes and slowly exhaled.
Rules or not, he wanted to fuck her. He reached for the button of his pants. Just then Sandy appeared at the doorway. She pointed to her watch, signaling him that he had taken too long; they had other guests waiting. Regaining control of himself, he nodded in acknowledgement. Soon he had completed her massage.
Bruno’s eyes scanned up her body. She seemed asleep, her eyes closed, her breasts heaving with each breath. She became dimly aware that the wonderful kneading had stopped. She sighed, then opened her eyes as she heard Bruno saying, “Ma’am? Ma’am? We’re finished Ma’am.”
“That felt wonderful!” she purred stretching like a cat.
Bruno offered his hand and helped her sit upright. Only then did she realize that she was completely naked and that not only had she been on display for the ugly brute now smiling at her, but that his hands had been all over her body. Her face flushed red as she covered her bare breasts with her hands as she searched around for something to cover herself with.
Bruno graciously held a large towel open for to wrap herself in. She stood, having no choice, and allowed Bruno to wrap the towel around her torso.
“I hope you will come back and see me again, Ma’am,” said the hulking masseuse.
