Jamie hit the snooze on her alarm, 6:45 a.m. had come way too soon after another night spent tossing, turning, and trying in vain to turn off her brain. She got up a 6:54 and got ready.
'At least it's Friday....' she thought to herself as she tended to her hair.
She had tossed and turned the night before thinking about Ray, again, and what he would think when he got her email asking for him to pay her what he owed her for their session. It had been ten days since the session, and she felt she had not gotten a good night's sleep since. Every night she laid down in her bed, with the exception of being a bit drunk, she struggled for a mental peace that would let her fall asleep. It did not come easy.
She realized as the day went on that it had begun to wear on her: focusing was not easy, she just didn't have the energy in any day to excel at her work like she had for the last year. This began to trouble her too.
She slept in Saturday morning, getting up at 10:30 instead of waking up naturally by 8 a.m. or so. She relaxed for a while before going to lunch with a friend, then did some laundry, dishes, and some cleaning before going for a nice long workout.
She got a text invite from some work friends for a movie Saturday night, which was a welcomed relief from a night in alone. After the movie they made plans to go hiking the next day. It had turned into a long and busy weekend and she didn't think of Ray for a change, which was nice.
Work on Monday was fine, and it helped that she had caught up on some sleep by sleeping in Sunday too. She was ready for her session Monday night with Jonathan and it passed uneventfully. He was a fun session: he stood just taller than her and was very stocky, and he took everything well and put up just enough of a fight to make her work for pins and taps. If the bulge in his gym shorts indicated anything, it showed he thoroughly enjoyed their hour together too. She smiled when she first noticed it, pleased he was enjoying himself but no longer uncomfortable knowing these guys got boners regularly during session with her.
She ended it after an hour and fifteen minutes, got paid, and he added a fair tip of $65 after it was over. $65 seemed like a random number to tip her, but as she never requested or brought up a tip from her clients, and she thanked him graciously. She went home following some small talk after the session, opened the door to her condo, took a shower, grabbed a bit of dinner (leftover Mexican food), and ate. After that, and a bit of TV, a glass of her favorite red wine, she moved to her desk for about an hour of work.
She then opened her session email and saw the message from Ray. She froze.
She moved the cursor over the message but could not will herself to click and open it.
'What could it say?' she thought to herself. The session with Ray had never been far from her mind and even today, 13 days after it was over, she still drifted back to those events and the things that she heard herself say that night.
"I have to.....I need to. I'm doing it." she said out loud, confidently, alone in her condo as she opened it. She read it at least five times, pouring over the meaning, or possible meaning, of every word. It read:
"Hey Jamie,
I did enjoy our session, I hope you did too! My sincere apologies for forgetting to pay, I may have been on an emotional high after winning the match and getting your "special focus" on my feet after it was over ;).
I would be happy to pay, but I would like to pair it with a proposition: a rematch. I feel that I owe you one after things didn't go your way, and I think we would both have a great time. I would be happy to host at our house, we have a real mat, and my wife would love to meet you. Similar to our deal last time, I would be willing to double the fee to host at our residence. If you prefer, we could stick with the flat fee and meet at the hotel again. I leave the decision up to you, but my hope is to see you here.
We can be free whenever you are. Please let me know what you decide, and I look forward to the sequel!
P.S. I hope we can all three talk a bit if you choose to come over.
Ray."
He had also left his address below his sign off, an address Jamie was not familiar with, but still within the small city.
She read it one more time, her mind raced as it had some many times since he first made her tap.
"My special focus on his feet? What does that mean? I'm pretty sure it was his idea." she said out loud. "His pleasure too?" she continued, still talking to an empty room.
"God dammit! I guess I did give them special focus, didn't I. Can't deny that...." she said, continuing out loud to an empty room.
'Your wife would love to meet me?' she thought wordlessly?
'Come to our house?'
'We have mats? Is that awesome or creepy?'
'Talk? Us three? What would we talk about, me sucking his feet for two hours or him crushing me over and over for an hour?'
'He forgot to pay me $800 due to an emotional high? WTF?'
'Ok, maybe I can forgive that part,' she continued to think 'getting your feet licked is pretty amazing, I may have forgotten too.'
Her mind slowed, and she thought it through. Having his wife there would be big reassurance Jamie thought.
'Would he want to make me lick his feet if she were there?' she thought. Probably not, many women would not tolerate another woman pleasing their man. Then again, she married him, who knows what kind of person she may be. Am I walking into a trap? Or can I collect $1500 total for another hour of work?
'Run! Run God dammit Jamie run!' part of her said. 'Don't even think about it, remember what happened last time!' that same side of her continued to think.
"No," she said out loud, "I need to close this chapter, get paid, and move past this. I need to take back control, deal with this, so I never pull what I pulled on poor Tim ever again. I've had one good night sleep, drunk, so probably not even then, in two weeks."
"The more I think about it the harder it will be to commit to or follow through on. So, let's get it over with. I'm doing it!" she continued out loud, psyching herself up to respond to Ray's email. She typed fast, proofread it once and hit send. She read it back after sending, and it read:
"Ray,
