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.
