It all started when a coworker gave Joe a shady free coupon to a spa in downtown Nashville. "It's good for a free massage for two from this chick I know," the friend had told him. Now, Joe was a simple country man, married young and never been to a spa of any sort. But he decided grabbing a buddy and heading to the city for a day couldn't hurt. He phoned up his best friend, Eric, and the two had a good laugh before deciding they'd make use of the offer.
On the morning of the appointment, Eric pulled up to Joe's place in his beat-up Ford truck. He stepped out briefly to say hello to Joe's family before hopping back in the truck and heading out for Nashville. Joe noticed he and his buddy matched. Leisure clothes for the day, both men had cutoff shirts revealing beefy arms, tattoo's on the upper part of Eric's, and hairy shoulders. Their beer bellies were peaking out of the sides of their shirts and both men wore loose fitting basketball shorts that draped over their thick, furry legs. Joe chuckled and scratched his beard. They sure didn't look like they were on their way to a spa. More like heading out to a redneck deer hunt.
When they arrived, they pulled down their caps and headed into the building. It was small, clean. An empty waiting room aside from the two of them, decorated with green walls and a bonsai tree on the counter. Almost immediately, a younger woman walked out from behind the door. She had thick blonde, wavy hair and a tight white t-shirt. She introduced herself, "Hey! You must be Joe and Eric, right?" The men nodded and handed her the coupon. "Thanks! As you can see, I've not been very busy today, so I'm really glad you guys showed up. Let me just go back and get everything ready for you!"
She excused herself and headed into the back room. The men were quick to comment on the thin, but curvy masseuse. "She's fine as hell!" Eric remarked, half-jokingly thanking Joe for dragging him along. Joe couldn't help but agree.
Finally, the woman returned, having tied back her hair into a loose ponytail. Her lips were thick and her eyes were large. She was damn cute, Joe thought. Her black pants were hugging her hips tightly, and both men let their eyes wander. "You guys can come on back. My name's Jess, by the way!" They followed the woman back into the room. They noticed there were two massage tables setting side by side. Joe wondered if she planned to give them both a massage at the same time. That didn't make a whole lot of sense.
"Alright guys, here are two towels. If you could just undress and cover yourselves up and facedown on the tables, I'll go get the oil and be right back!"
"At the same time?" Eric seemed as confused as Joe.
"Yeah, that's what the coupon's for. I'll be right back with the oil."
The men shrugged it off as Jess headed out into the lobby again, shutting the door behind her. The men briefly looked at eachother, a little confused, but started undressing nonetheless. After shedding their boxers, they stood nude together, covering themselves loosely with the towels. The men had never seen eachother so bare, and both were a bit shy with their tall, masculine, hairy bodies. They were a bit embarrassed that their masseuse was so beautiful. They were sure she would prefer models as clients, not two Larry The Cable Guys. They hopped on the table nonetheless, refusing to show their insecurities to one another.
"I'm glad we're facedown," Joe teased, "because as soon as she touches me, I'm getting a boner."
Eric laughed and inhaled. The room smelled fresh. Almost like rain. He scratched his furry mug and looked over at his buddy. They anticipated Jess's return.
She eventually came through the door once again, a bottle of oil in her hand. She gave them brief instructions, turned on some soft jazz on the radio and wasted no time getting to work. She started with Eric, who was closer to the door.
Joe watched as she squirted the heated oil onto his fury back and worked her soft hands. She pressed in his meaty shoulders and slid her hands down the curve of his back, inching close to the hump of an ass that rested beneath the towel. She made chitchat with the men, speaking in an almost monotone, breathy voice as she prodded Eric with her delicate fingers. She had a dainty laugh, which she revealed after teasing the men for their thick southern drawls.
Eric lay motionless as he felt her hands moving from his sides to his lower back, up to his shoulders, sliding through the slick oil. Occasionally her nails would drag against his skin. Soon, it was Joe's turn as she took a break from Eric, walked over and following, motion for motion, the same routine that Eric got. It wasn't until Joe jumped a bit when Jess squeezed below his neck that everything change.
"You're particularly tense here, Joe." Jess remarked, softly squeezing his right trap muscle. "Do you mind if I get some leverage and focus on this for a sec?"
