Chapter 1
"Your 1 o'clock is here Mr. Philips."
Megan's words cut through the relaxing silence that was the last 10 minutes of my lunch break.
"Thank You Miss Megan," I responded with a hint of sarcasm.
I've known Megan for years, she's been best friends with my little sister Lauren since they meet in grade school.
Im about three years older than Lauren but we have always been really close, and Lauren and Megan have been inseparable since the day they meet. Whether we're watching a movie or working out together, the three of us spend a lot of time together, playing sports together.
I've always been very athletic, I'm 6'4" and my height always helped me in sports. I played basketball in High School and I was fairly good, but I was at my best in the pool. My long reach and toned body let me cut through the water with ease. I have broad shoulders that helped me pull through the water. I'm not a body builder, I've lifted weights as long as I've played sports and I keep my body toned.
I remember Lauren and Megan in the stands at every swim meet, every basketball game cheering me on. They were like my own personal cheerleaders, there to cheer me on and celebrate with me when I won. Swimming got me a scholarship to the local university. I finished my studies a few months ago, I went full-time at work while I figure out my next step.
I've been a massage therapist here at the spa inside the White Stone Resort for three years. I started part time and the flexible schedule let me work around my classes. I've always enjoyed my job, our clientele is a little older, but I enjoy the conversations. I actually got megan hired here about 2 months ago, the days seem to move a little quicker with megan here to joke around with in between clients.
At 19, Megan's not the little girl that used to join my sister in begging me to take them to the mall every Saturday. Now all grown up, her latest passion seems to be finding clothes that accentuate her body while staying professional. The short skirts that let her show off her toned legs, the tight fighting blouses that strained the buttons around her ample chest.
Megan is a cute girl, and even though we have a teasing flirty relationship, she's always been more of a little sister to me than a romantic interest. I just never saw her that way.
Megan started to leave the break room, stopping suddenly. "Oh JJ, I forgot to ask, can you take me home after work today?"
I started gathering my things from the small table in the break room. "Yeah of course Megs, you know I don't mind. Hey, who's my 1 o'clock again."
Megan responded with an excitement in her voice "Oh you're going to like this one JJ, her name is Alexis Monroe and she's super cute!"
Knowing how Megan liked to joke, I replied sternly "Megan you know I'm not like that, you know I'm professional. How long is it for?"
"It's 90 minutes and I put her in room 4. All the way in the back.... where nobody can hear you.... just in case." I could see the devious smile fill her face as she turned to leave. Last time megan said I had "hot client" it was guy old enough to be my grandfather that had a sunburn.
"In case of what Megan? Get out of here, go answer the phone or something." Megan's face disappeared out the door, that smile never leaving her face.
After putting my things away and freshening up in the restroom, I made my way down the hallway to room 4.
I actually didn't like room 4, it was quieter than the other rooms, but it was also smaller. I had enough room to work it just always felt a little cramped.
After a quick knock I opened the door. "Hello Mrs. Monroe, I'm JJ and I'll be your...uh...masseuse...today." My words trailed off, I was caught, almost stopped in my tracks by the site in front me.
She was laying face down on table. The lighting was dim but bright enough to reflect her golden skin as it contrasted with the white sheets on the table.
Her long perfectly toned legs extended down from the modesty towel covering her rear. Above the towel two small dimples dotted her lower back. My eyes followed her soft skin up her perfect figure. Her breasts pushed out from under her chest as she laid face down on the table. Her wavy hair looked soft as silk, flowing out of the clip she used to hold it up.
She had to be over thirty, but she didn't look older than twenty. Her skin was tight and youthful. You could tell she took very good care of herself.
Her face raised up from the table looking up at me as I walked past her. Even in the low light her blue eyes sparkled, you couldn't help but be caught by them.
"Hello JJ, how'd I get so lucky getting a handsome man like you."
~You can thank Megan for that!~ The thought quickly ran through my head.
Trying to play it cool I answered "well Mrs. Monroe im here everyday, you just have to ask for me."