"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
Candi Palmer nearly pissed her sweat suit as she stared out the window of the gym. The parking lot already had thirteen cars in it and the doors weren't even open yet.
Today was the grand opening of her Massage Parlor.
For over a month she imagined what things would be like. Her bosses Mark and Earl Garrett were already sweating over opening up then getting closed down a week later over her antics. She had made a promise to behave today due to her first client being the Mayor. Unlike the local police force he had no clue as to how mischievous her sexual shenanigans were.
Normally, she would be wearing only a g-string bikini for the members to drool over. If that much.
As she paced the floor she felt entirely too over dressed. The itchiness of the sweat suit she wore drove her nuts. Still, she had to honor Mark's wishes and keep things civil.
Earl Sterling the Father of Mark grumbled as he moved in behind her. Halting her pacing he made her look out at the lot.
"See that? Half of those cars have appointments. I don't know about you but I would like to see that many cars every day for years to come. To do that, you Missy are going to have to contain your exhibitions. Not just today. Anytime somebody of importance comes in I need you to keep it clean. My son might be more open to your mischief but I DO own majority share in this place."
She tilts her head back to look up at him, "Earl chill. I'm going to be careful. You have my word. BUT, I refuse to behave when I know I can get away with something. Just calm down and enjoy the money. I may be getting a nice raise for being the Masseuse but you guys are still making out like bandits with your percentage. Besides what I do is primarily for Damian. The other half is because I absolutely ADORE making the members here happy. So far no one has betrayed our confidence here. My gut tells me we won't have any troubles. So, relax."
He scowls at her and squeezes her shoulders, "Well, my gut says its time for another roll of Tums. I'm going to my office to bite my nails."
"Stay there! I have this." She pats his left fingers just before he releases his grip on her.
After Earl disappears she takes a walk toward the lobby where Mark and her friend Rodney stood chatting.
"Is the Mayor here yet?" She checks in.
"Pulling up now. Sorry, I didn't get you any ribbon to cut for your grand opening." Mark smirked.
"No Biggy. I'm just happy to finally start this business venture."
She cozies up to Rodney placing an arm around his waist. Silently, he leers down at her and winks. Just that incentive made her melt.
"I'm glad you're over that situation between me and your sister. I need my friend." She warmly smiles back.
"I'm good. It just all sunk in after I got back home from our date. Between that and our other predicament I needed time to myself."
She knew he was referring to Mark's girlfriend Lisa watching them have sex in the movie theatre, unbeknownst to them at the time who exactly she was. Luckily, at the moment she didn't know Rodney at all. Candi herself had only met the beauty one time ever. She hoped that Lisa would never decide to pop back in after two years time.
Glancing cautiously back toward Mark she grit her teeth. He still had no idea what Lisa had witnessed that night. All he knew, was that he was glad to be getting sex again after a long hiatus. Candi hoped things would remain a secret even if it was eating at her. With a sigh up toward Rodney she knew her luck would run out.
Mark nervously watched as the Mayor got out of his car. Before he could close his car door the Mayor was greeted by a member there to work out on the fitness equipment. They would talk for five minutes until the Mayor took a gander at his wristwatch. Saying his goodbyes Stanley Hotchkiss took his first step toward the center's front door.
Suddenly, Mark darted over to Candi facing her. Without warning he lifted his hand to unzip her sweat jacket. She stood wild-eyed at his stress. Satisfied that she was indeed wearing at least her bikini beneath the suit made him relax. He no more than released the zipper he leaned around behind her to pull out the drawstring waistband to see if she was wearing the bikini bottoms.
"You're unbelievable!" Candi shook her head, "I swore to behave Mark. Have faith in me."
He swallows dryly and puckers, "Don't behave completely. Just really think about what you're doing before you react. Keep your suit on but still be your sly self."
She drops her jaw, "WOW! Where did that come from?" She looks at the Mayor on the other side of the door and sighs, "Thank you, Mark. I'll smooth talk this guy until he's honey in my hand."
Just as the glass door open's Candi unzips her sweat jacket down to her cleavage.
"Mister Mayor, welcome." Mark extended his hand to shake the gentleman's grip.
"Good to be here. Call me Stan. Mark is it?" The Mayor made friends.
"Yes, Mark. This is our adorable Masseuse, Candace Palmer."
"We've met. How have you been Mrs. Palmer?" He relates.
She brightens up as Rodney moves away from her to slip behind the counter, and wave at the other members moving behind the small gathering.
"I'm wonderful. Thank you for asking. I hope you're ready to slither out of here like Jell-O. I intend to make every muscle in your body scream with happiness."
"Delightful. It's been ages since my last massage."
"Well, you get ready to be a regular here. Before I'm done you will swear by me. Brag all you want." She giggles.
She takes his hand and leads him through the gym, stopping outside the actual massaging room. She turns to face Stan and grins sheepishly, "Before we go inside I want you to take a good look at yourself in the mirrored windows. These windows are better than anything you can find on "Law and Order".
He fidgets faintly before stepping up to see if he could see inside up close.
"Impressive. I presume we can see out from the inside?"
"Absolutely. Follow me, Stan."
Opening the door on the side of the room she guides him inside then closes the door behind her. She marvels at Stan as he examines the interior.
"My goodness. We can see every move in the place from here. A bit intimidating to lay half nude knowing you can see everyone yet they cannot see you."
She winks at him as he turns to her, "I find it exhilarating. It's almost like being a voyeur but not."
He coughs into his hand smiling, "Almost as exhibitionist as you were the other morning in your rather skimpy bikini."
She feigns a blush, "I'm not sorry about that. I hope that doesn't offend you. I love my bikini's."
"Hardly. As I mentioned on the street, until I get a complaint, I'm fine."
"You're a saint, Stan. You can go change into a towel behind that room divider. I'll warm up some oil's then once you're settled on the table we can begin."
Nodding Stan moves behind the room divider to find a place to hang his clothing up and a small bench to sit on. As he undresses he hears her utilizing a microwave to warm her bottles oil.
"So glad I don't have a pacemaker. You might want to post a sign if you intend to continue using that microwave."
"I never once thought of that Stan. No wonder you're the Mayor. Such a level head." She rolls her eyes sucking up to him.
"Please, don't let my observation make me sound like a stick in the mud. I'm merely pointing out a safety measure."
"I'll be certain to have Mark make up a sign right after our session. Before any other appointment's even step inside this room. How's it coming back there Stan?"
He sits down to remove his pants , hanging them up neatly beside his shirt. He decides to take his socks off and stuff them into his shoes. Down to his boxer's he grits his teeth, "Dare I ask, do I forsake my underwear or keep them on? I mean no disrespect."
"Whatever makes you comfortable, Stan. You know I'm not shy. If you want to leave them on it's up to you. If you would rather just go with the towel I provided, feel free."
Biting his lower lip he lowers the boxer's off and kicks them under the bench. Naked he freezes a moment to notice his manhood dangling had suddenly twitched. Trying not to think about anything but professionalism he procures the towel and wraps it around his waist. He did note that his girth pressed valiantly against the towel. With a deep breath he moves from behind the room divider into her sights.
She smiles warmly at him, "Feeling freedom, Stan?"
He clears his throat and smirks at her, "I suppose I am."
Patting the four foot high massaging table she coaxes him to lay down, "Get comfy. As soon as you're ready I am."
Sitting down his towel fans over one leg and dramatically flares further as he attempts to lay on his belly. He knew that it was possible she could have seen his scrotum. A chill drifted over his body at that point.
As he wiggled into a comfort zone he noticed her scooting a rolling tray of oils closer to his upper torso. Before she did anything Candi had to rub her skin. The sweat suit provided by Earl was making her itch badly.
"Sorry, Stan. New sweat suit is just a tad scruffy on me."
He tilts his profile to watch her reach her hand under her collar scratching. Each time she did her chest heaved higher. That twitch of his manhood spoke up yet again. He had to curse in his thoughts to say the least.
Finally, Candi growls, "Would I offend you if I at least escaped this jacket? I can't stand the material."
He pouts his lower lip, "If it makes you more comfortable, as you said yourself. Feel free!"
She smiles and unzips the jacket pulling it off of her arms. Tossing it over a chair back she stretches, "Soooo much better. Bless you, Stan." She slaps her palms together, "We need music. Something to relax you more."
Moving from his side to the wall he was facing, she stretches up toward a shelf that has a cd player. Cd already installed she clicks the play button to a lovely melody of Chinese flutes. Eying her from behind he notes her sweat pants drooping low as she had stretched. The top of her G-string exposed itself to his view.
Again his manhood twitched until he bit his lip.
Turning back to him she returned to his side. From a bottle she poured warm oil into her hands then went to work kneading at his shoulders first.
"Lovely! Your fingers have an unexpected strength in them." He huffs.
"My husband used to say I had a Hellcat grip." She snickers.
"I can only imagine. How is ole Damian?"
"I haven't talked to him in awhile outside of e-mail. I was really hoping he might call me today as a boost of confidence."
"The day is young. He might call yet."
"I hope so. I miss him soooo badly."
Idle banter fills the next ten minutes as her fingers work his neck then lead down his spine. Each compression forces him to grunt and moan lightly. She was remarkable he thought.
At his waist she crept her fingers under his towel, "I'll try not to pinch you back here."
