Sky stands in front of the door of GB Massages. Her jean short shorts show off her young twenty-two-year-old figure. Her cropped V-neck white shirt reveals a bit of cleavage, even though she doesn't have much to show. She brushes her red hair away from her freckled face as her green eyes scan the lobby from the outside. Taking a deep breath, Sky steps inside.
The lobby has nine-foot floor-to-ceiling windows that flood the space with light. As Sky walks in, she notices the high ceilings. To her right is a receptionist desk, where a woman--maybe a couple of years older--sits in a very well-fitting pencil dress. She looks at Sky with a smile. To Sky's left is a seating area for those waiting, and directly in front of her is a wall, with only red curtains separating the lobby from the rest of the place.
Sky heard about this place from an older coworker at the bar last Friday--how the massages here are free, no add-ons. Supposedly, it's because the workers are there for the experience. She chuckled shyly when the woman handed over a business card. "Here, baby girl, you should try this place out and let go." Naively thinking 'Why not?' is what brings Sky here now.
"Hello, how may I help you? Are you a walk-in or did you have an appointment?" asks the receptionist. Her tone is almost a sensual melody that calms and sends goosebumps up Sky's spine.
"Yes, I'm Sky, and I'm a walk-in. This is where I can get a free massage, right?"
"If you don't add anything on. Otherwise, the men working with you are the ones paying for the experience." Something in her tone shifts--like there's a double meaning hidden in her words. Like she's keeping something from Sky. Or maybe that's just her personality.
"Add-ons like what?"
"Oh, if you want more larges than we provide, or want a woman included."
"Larges?" Sky repeats, brow furrowing.
"Well, not all men have the biggest tools for the job, so we upcharge for women who want more," the receptionist says.
"Okay..." Sky hears the subtle edge again--something hidden beneath the words--but she brushes it off. Free massages don't come around every day. "You make it sound like there are going to be multiple men."
"There will be. We require at least three, with no real limit on how many you want beyond that. With three, there's one large. With five, you get two." The receptionist seems to be skipping over some important details, but keeps her tone smooth and unbothered.
"Well, if other people like the larges, maybe I should at least have two, so I'll go with five men," says Sky with a blush.
A smile spreads across the receptionist's face. "Of course. Let me see if we have the men ready in the back..." she says, typing quickly on her keyboard. A few seconds later, her smile widens. "Seems like we do, so if you'll just follow me."
She walks around the desk, her pencil skirt hugging her figure as she leads Sky through the red curtains. The daylight fades almost instantly, replaced by a dim orange hue that softly illuminates the back area. They pass two doors--one on each side of the hallway. From the right, Sky hears a soft moan from a woman. She glances toward the sound but keeps walking. Then they reach the next set of doors and step into the room on the left.
The room is spacious, with high ceilings that match the lobby's height. Around normal ceiling level, several hooks hang down. Probably just for aesthetics, Sky thinks. In the far left corner, there's a small shower, and the back wall is lined with cabinets and drawers. In the center of the room sits a padded massage table. Along the wall sit seven chairs.
"If the men ever make you feel uncomfortable, just say red and they'll stop. You can say green to have them continue," the receptionist explains. "They'll spend twenty minutes on your back and twenty on your front. So strip down to the nude and lie face-down on the table. The men will be here shortly." She turns and walks toward the door, her figure swaying in that tight pencil skirt. Just before exiting, she glances back with a slightly devilish, sultry smile. "I hope you enjoy your time here at GB Massage." With that, the door closes behind her, leaving Sky alone.
Sky looks around the room, soaking it all in for a few seconds before remembering the instructions. Nude. The receptionist didn't tell her to strip to what she felt comfortable with; no, she said to go fully nude. She tries to process if she heard her right, but she definitely did. Sky takes a deep breath as she undoes her shorts and lets the panties drop with them as well. Then she quickly takes off her shirt and bra. Sky places her clothes with her sandals on one of the chairs. Instinctively, she puts an arm around her breasts as she walks to the padded table. But as the seconds go by, it doesn't feel too strange. Sky exhales a deep breath and places herself on the table, stomach down. The cool leather-like surface quickly warms up to her body.
Back in the lobby, Lauren thinks about what she just did. But she couldn't help herself when Sky came in. This cute young female stepped into her work, a massage parlor, yes, but one where the girls pay the men with their bodies. But Lauren could tell that Sky did not know what was going on. Should she have told her? Yes, but then that cute girl would have run out. And she just could not do that; she wants Sky to be loved and fucked like the sluts she knew came in every day. So she stretched her words, making it seem like it was a better deal, and hid the full extent of how those men would take care of her. Lauren made sure to highlight to the men about ensuring that Sky was going to be good and warmed up for the payment. Lauren got a little aroused thinking about it. "Sorry, baby girl, I had to."
Back in the massage room, Sky listens. She hears a door in the back open and the sound of men walking in a group, then the sound of the door handle to her room slowly turning. As the door opens, Sky feels the air shift and hears the five men enter. She senses the burning in the eyes on her hill of an ass without looking up. She feels lust towards her body. But they're here for the experience, right? They probably need to learn how to deal with nude clients. That's why the girl told me to be nude. The thought of this in Sky's head calms her, even if it is very wrong.
The five men walk to the back of the room and open a drawer, pulling out the massage oil. Sky hears the distinct sound of them squeezing oil onto their hands, clapping them together, and then rubbing their hands together to warm the oil up. Then she feels the men get in position around her, and the first hands land on her body.
The first hands are on her right calf; they spread the oil from her calf up her thigh, and soon joining them is a second pair on the opposite side. The touches on her thighs and the back of her knee caused goosebumps all over Sky's pale skin.
Then, on each side of her back, a pair of hands work the oil around. Though her ass remains untouched, leaving it bare of the oil that was making her body shine in the dim light. The last pair of hands slides around her shoulders. She feels the man tower over her as he spreads out the oil.
Once her body is lathered, they move their hands to their starting point and begin. On her legs, they start with the calves, slowly helping her muscles relax from all the heels she would wear to work. They hit every pressure point perfectly. Her lip voluntarily moans as they work her body like masters. The two pairs who have lathered her back begin at her arms, relaxing them with motions like the hands on her legs. The pain of carrying around briefcases and file stacks seems to fade as their fingers touch down her arms. Why doesn't my office shift to virtual already? All those trees we could save! Sky thinks, but those thoughts are fading from the pleasure of their stress relief. Each breath she takes is longer and more relaxing than the last as she feels her body turn into clay, being molded by their hands, a position of powerlessness and relaxation.
The man above, the one she feels the heat of his body above her head, his work on her shoulders is absolute heaven. His fingers take knots out that she didn't know she had, and the stress of bras carrying her lovable breasts fades away. She can feel her body relax and let them have their way; her legs slowly open up more and more. Her pussy starts to peek out a bit. Feelings of embarrassment, that her ass and cunt are being admired by these men, flow down her face; however, the sensation of being admired does not make her uncomfortable. She is almost enjoying it, the sensation of being lusted for. Sky starts to feel a bit proud and sexy with all this attention.
Sky remembers back, These men are here to gain experience. This feels too good to be something like that, it feels more like they are pros at this. But the doubts Sky is having fade away as they move along her body. Even if they are too good, she is enjoying this too much to stop them.
The hands on her calves move up her legs as they focus on her upper calf and lower thigh. While the hands that take care of her arms shift to Sky's mid-back. She feels and hears the popping sounds of her back as they work, and feelings of relief wash over her body. The man at her shoulders moves his hands to work on her shoulder blades. He places his palm flat and uses his other hand to twist and undo the knots Sky has.
