Sr: the Masseuse's Mistae

The Slut Rose: The Masseuse's Mistake, Part 1

*Author's Note - This is a standalone story, but if you want more background on the Slut Rose and Slut Spray, please read "The Slut Rose: Origins" and "The Slut Rose: Hammer".

"Thank you for calling the Relaxation Center," Vanessa answered, picking up the desk phone. "Can I help you?" She smiled, loving that people were calling, that business was really booming for the first time in the ten years she'd had the place. If this kept up, she'd have to hire a receptionist soon.

"Sure... what's your name?... Amy. Alright, and is this for yourself?... Yes, we have half-hour, hour, and ninety-minute massages, with just upper-body, and full-body options. Which would be best for you?" She opened her schedule book and located a free day. "Sure... I have Lauren available for you at 2:00pm. Is that good?... Perfect... thirty minutes on Saturday the tenth at 2:00pm... Thank you. We'll see you then."

An older woman walked up to the counter. "Erica! I didn't even know you had an appointment today." Vanessa turned the scheduling book back to today. "I'm sorry, but I'm booked. I think I can squeeze you in on Friday, though."

"Oh, no, I just finished my appointment," Erica said. "With Vince. He's a wonderful, wonderful young man." Erica opened her purse and pulled out her wallet to pay for the session.

Vanessa looked at her in surprise. Erica had been her regular client for several years now, coming in about every three months or so. She had no idea how she got scheduled with Vince.

Erica handed Vanessa her credit card. "Can you add a hundred dollar tip onto that, too, please. That was... incredible!" Erica gushed.

Venessa was in complete shock now. The massage alone was only a hundred and twenty dollars... and Erica wanted to add a one hundred dollar tip?

"One hundred dollar tip? Are you sure?" Vanessa asked, holding the card.

"Yes dear, please," Erica smiled. She had a glow about her. Vanessa often saw clients leave with a wonderful relaxation and glow about them, but Erica's glow seemed off for some reason.

"Ok, here you go. Just sign here," Vanessa indicated on the form. Erica signed it and Vanessa dropped it into the cash register. "Would you like to schedule another appointment?"

"Yes, please."

"Three months again?" Vanessa asked.

"No... um... this time I think I want to come back in a month and see how that works."

"Ok." Vanessa changed the page on the schedule book. "I have a three o'clock available on the twenty-seventh." She looked up to look for clarification.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to go to Vince again. Does he have time available that day?"

Vanessa was definitely confused, but scanned the schedule. "Yes... he has an opening at ten in the morning."

"That would be perfect. Thank you," Erica smiled, putting her wallet back into her purse and walking to the door. She seemed almost dazed.

"Have a good day!" Vanessa called just as Erica reached the glass door.

"You, too, dear," Erica replied and left the building.

"What the hell?" Vanessa said, turning the schedule back to today again.

Vince walked out from the back hallway towards the desk. "Hi Vanessa! Do I have another appointment soon?"

"Um... you have Crystal in an hour," she said.

"Ok. Cool." Vince turned to walk to the back again when Vanessa stopped him.

"Vince... can we talk for a second?" she asked.

"Sure... what's up," he said, walking to the front desk.

"You... um... you know that I really like having you here," she said. "Since you started, we seem to have gained a good number of new clients and I have to really credit you with that."

Vince nodded and smiled. He had such a youthful, innocent smile that really showed his happiness. "Thanks. I really like it here."

"There's... um... I just have to ask you, though." She paused, unsure of how to ask him what she truly wanted to know. "You're not doing anything... special... with your clients are you?"

"Special?"

"It's just... I've never seen any place have growth like this before," she said nervously. He really was a great employee and she didn't want him to take offense and quit on her. "And I just want to make sure there's nothing... you know... illegal about your massages."

He shook his head. "I can't think of anything," he said.

"In just the few months that you've been here, you've not only added new clients yourself... but some of our current clients have switched over to you. And many clients are becoming... very regular. More regular than I'd expect."

He raised his hands into the air and turned them around looking at them and showing them to Vanessa. "I guess they really like my touch," he laughed.

Vanessa was still puzzled and still didn't have the answers she wanted, but didn't know what else to ask.

"Is that all?" he asked. "Can I go to the back to wait?"

Vanessa looked at him and then shook her head to snap out of her suspicious vibe. "Yeah, sure. I'm sorry," she said.

Vince turned and walked to the back room, humming some tune she didn't know.

She shook her head, still concerned. If there was something going on, drugs, sex, or anything else illegal, and the cops found out, they'd shut her business down and she'd be in big trouble. She really was going to have to figure this out.

*****

It was only a month later and Vanessa's suspicions had only grown worse. But she still didn't know what else she could do. Suddenly the phone rang at 9:30am. "Thank you for calling the Relaxation Center," Vanessa answered, picking up the desk phone. "Can I help you?"

"Vanessa, it's Vince," the voice on the other end said. It didn't sound like Vince, but the guy sure sounded sick.

"Vince... everything ok?"

"No. I caught some stupid bug the other day," he said, before starting to cough. "I'm going to have to take a few days off to get over this crap. Can you call and reschedule my appointments?"

Vanessa scanned the appointment book. "I think we can handle most of them with the other masseuse's. I should only have to reschedule a few of them."

"I'd prefer just rescheduling all of them, if you would."

Vanessa felt that something was... off. He seemed a bit too insistent that none of the other therapists take his clients while he was out sick. Was he trying to hide something?

"Well, I understand, but I'd rather see what else I can do," she said. "Don't worry, we'll take care of it. You just get better, ok?"

There was a momentary pause that made Vanessa nervous. "Yeah... ok... I'll let you know what's happening and should be back in a day or two."

"Ok, just let me know," she said and she hung up the phone. She looked at the schedule for today and found that his next appointment was at 11:00am. She was free for that timeslot so she figured she could take it and see what she could learn.

*****

Vanessa was a little nervous when Kristen, Vince's 11:00am appointment walked in the door. "Hi! Are you Kristen?"

"Good morning! Yes I am," Kristen said. "I'm here for my appointment with Vince." Kristen was wearing a loose blouse and skirt, as if she had just come from work.

"Good morning!" Vanessa replied. "Sorry, Vince is out sick today. I'm Vanessa, the owner, and I'll be giving you the massage today."

"Oh," Kristen said, sounding a little disappointed. Then she smiled. "Ok. Great. I love women's hands, too."

"Follow me," Vanessa said, leading her into the back where the client rooms were. She led her into her room and closed the door behind them. "Ok, so what brings you in here today?"

"Oh, I've just been working a lot, with heels on all day," Kristen said, kicking her shoes off. "I just need a little me time."

"How long has it been since your last massage?"

"Only a few weeks I think," Kristen said. "Not long, but feels like forever."

"Hmmm," Vanessa said. She wondered why someone would feel a need to have a massage so often... unless there was something else to it. "Have you had any accidents or anything happen while working out?" Vanessa asked. "Any pain or anywhere in particular you want me to focus?"

Kristen giggled suddenly. "Sorry. No, just really... tight. You know? I just need a general massage, something to totally... relax... me. I'm in a little bit of a hurry. I have some meetings I need to get to."

"Oh, ok," Vanessa said, turning her back to grab one of the towels. When she turned back, Kristen had taken her blouse off and was just removing her bra. Her breasts bounced a little, her nipples becoming hard. Vanessa felt embarrassed watching this woman she didn't know get undressed so quickly. It was so different than she was used to.

"Oh, um.... Here's a towel," she said, handing it to her. "There's a screen over there. You can get undressed to what ever you're... um... comfortable with. Then lay down on the table with the towel draped over you. Just call for me when you're ready, ok?"

"Oh, you don't have to leave," Kristen said, pushing her skirt down, then hooking her fingers into her panties. "I'll be ready in just a second." She tossed her panties aside and moved to the table, crawling onto it. "This way... or..."

"Just... on your stomach," Vanessa said, looking at her very beautiful and very naked client. As she turned over, her breasts swayed below her, making Vanessa blush. It wasn't the first time she'd ever had a naked woman on her massage table, but she'd never had a woman so forward before. Kristen seemed to enjoy showing off her body.

"I like starting on my stomach."

Vanessa moved beside the table, spread some oil onto her hands and then touched her for the first time. "I'm just going to start on your... upper back and shoulders." She started manipulating Kristen's muscles, starting her standard massage.

"Mmhmm, that's a good start," Kristen said softly. "Do you have any of Vince's special oil he uses? It adds such wonderful... tingling... to the massage."

"No," Vanessa said, wondering what kind of special massage oil Vince would be using. "I'm sorry. I don't."

"Oh," Kristen said, sounding a little disappointed again. "I guess we'll just have to do without."

Kristen moaned softly as Vanessa worked the muscles on her neck, shoulders, and upper back. Vanessa blushed a little again. She was used to clients expressing a little pleasure from their massage, but Kristen's moaning was more... sensual.

"My, uh, lower back has been really killing me at work lately," Kristen said putting one hand behind her to show Vanessa where she wanted massaged.

"Let me grab some more oil for you." Vanessa put more oil on her hands and started working down her back, moving to her lower back to where Kristen had indicated.

"Mmhmm!" Kristen moaned. "So... how long have you been doing this?"

"Oh... I've had this place for about ten years now," Vanessa said her hands continuing to move, "and did massages at another place for five before that."

"Oh wow! Fifteen years," Kristen said, obviously impressed. "Then you know all the really good spots."

Vanessa laughed. "Yeah... I've certainly had a lot of practice."

"I really like this place," Kristen said. "I've been coming here for three months or so now."

"Thank you. That's great."

"And, as his boss I have to tell you, Vince is really... I mean, really good," Kristen gushed, shocking Vanessa. She appreciated good feedback on her employees and their work, but Kristen's response was a little... odd.

"Is this ok?" Vanessa asked, starting to move up her back again.

"Oh yeah," Kristen moaned softly. "Like I said, my lower back has been killing me."

"Ok," Vanessa said, a little surprised that that's where Kristen wanted her to concentrate. She moved back lower on her back.

"Oh, you can keep going lower if you want," Kristen said. "Mmhmm... that's better. That's good. That's a really good start. You can just stay on my lower back region if you want."

"You don't want me to just... um... go over different areas?" Vanessa asked.

"Yeah... sure," Kristen said, smiling. "You can go into... different areas." Vanessa took more time on her lower back, working each muscle along her spine and working along the top of her ass. "That's perfect."

Vanessa moved down onto her ass, massaging the big gluteal muscles. "Is this ok?"

"Girl you gotta get in there," Kristen encouraged. "Grab that big ol' booty and work it."

"Better?" Vanessa asked, squeezing and pressing into the muscle even harder.

"No, girl you gotta get *in there*," Kristen said, really enjoying what Vanessa was doing. "Go a little bit harder, rougher. Don't be shy. Just grab it. I kinda like it rough."

"Like that?" Vanessa asked, working harder on Kristen's gluteals than she ever had on a client before.

"Getting better," Kristen moaned softly.

"How about we work on your legs?" Vanessa asked. "I think we've covered this area and it's time to move..."

"Yeah, perfect," Kristen interrupted. "The inner thighs! Go for it."

Vanessa moved her hands lower, onto Kristen's leg, massaging the back, just above the knee.

"You sure you can't just go and grab his special oil?" Kristen asked. "I'm really ready for it."

The question surprised Vanessa. Kristen seemed a little too... needy. Why would she ask at this point? "No... I don't even know where it is."

"Ok," Vanessa said, sounding even more disappointed now. "Go a little higher.

Higher, would you?" Vanessa inched a little higher onto her thigh. "Yeah, higher. Higher... on my inner thigh. Yeah... just little higher. Mmm... there you go, getting warmer. That's nice."

Vanessa was a little uncomfortable, but kept massaging her client. Her hands were more than half way up Kristen's thigh, her fingers stroking mere inches from her pussy. She could feel her heat and wetness already.

"Go a little higher," Kristen whispered excitedly.

"If I go any higher I'm going to be in your crotch," Vanessa said, pulling her hands away.

"Exactly!"

"Yeah... um... I don't do that kind of massage," Vanessa said. "I don't know where you think you are..."

"I know exactly where I'm at," Kristen interrupted, "the Relaxation Center. I'm just trying to get really... really relaxed."

"This is a massage parlor... we give... massages," Vanessa said, getting a little embarrassed. While she had the occasional male client who asked for some special treatment, this was the first time a female did.

"Of course," Kristen said. "Here, why don't I turn over and you can start on my shoulders. She turned to lay on her back, exposing her entire front to Vanessa's gaze. Vanessa grabbed a towel and lay it over Kristen to somewhat cover her body, then walked to the head of the table.

"Ok," she said, putting her hands down to work on her shoulders. "You've been coming for three months now, huh?"

"Oh yes!" Kristen beamed, looking up at Vanessa. "This place is really good... the place to be."

"And... Vince... has been your therapist the whole time?"

"Mmhmm! He's the best," Kristen gushed. "He always gives that extra bit of love to his clients."

"Extra?" Vanessa asked, pulling her hands away again.

"Yeah. You know, touch them where they want, rub them where they want. Do whatever."

"Oh," Vanessa said, shocked. "Well, the thing is I'm not really that kind of masseuse. I'm more of the not so much extra kind."

"But it's so much more relaxing... it's awesome!" Kristen beamed. She grabbed Vanessa hands and put them right on her breasts, holding them there and squeezing them, forcing Vanessa to squeeze her breasts. "This is a good start."

"You know... um... I don't think this is really appropriate," Vanessa said, blushing.

"This is the place where it's completely appropriate," Kristen said. "I guarantee it."

"I just think there's laws against things like this or something."

"You don't have to worry about that," Kristen said, squeezing Vanessa hands again and pressing them into her breasts. "Oh... it's ok, just relax."

"I'm relaxed. I'm relaxed. It's fine," Vanessa said, feeling awkward and definitely not relaxed. "Hand... hand... let me massage your hand. That's perfect." She pulled her hands from Kristen's breasts and moved to the side of the table, taking the young woman's hand in hers. She started massaging it, sliding oil all over it. She was shaking she was so nervous, but everything she'd learned told her to work through this... just keep the client happy without going beyond.

Kristen turned her hand over to face towards Vanessa, pushed forward, and touched her breast. Vanessa giggled nervously and quickly pulled it away, continuing to massage it.

"Oh my gosh," Kristen said suddenly, pulling her hand away and sitting up on the massage table. "I know what's wrong! Just relax. I totally get it."

"You do?" Vanessa asked, hopeful.

"Yes... it's because I'm naked and you're not!" Kristen said quickly, sliding off the table and standing in front of Vanessa, her hands touching Vanessa all over.

"No, no... that's not exactly what the issue is," Vanessa said, extremely nervous now. She was losing control of the situation.

"It's ok... just relax a little," Kristen said. Then she suddenly grabbed the spaghetti straps of Vanessa's top and pulled down, exposing her breasts, as Kristen pulled it all the way to her waist.

Vanessa crossed her arms over her chest, attempting to cover them.

"Wow, your tits are beautiful," Kristen said. "Show them off a little bit."

"I don't think this is really allowed," Vanessa argued, trying to both keep her breasts covered and Kristen's hands off of her.

"It's totally fine," Kristen said, grabbing Vanessa's pants and pulling them down as well, making her nearly naked.

"Wait, wait, wait! This is not the kind of place this is," Vanessa protested.

"Girl, you're going to give me the best massage and have so much fun!"

"I already know how to do massage."

"But the fun stuff they just can't teach in school," Kristen said, turning Vanessa around. "Here... sit... sit on the table." She helped lift Vanessa onto the table then bent over and started pulling her tennis shoes off, then pulling her pants completely off. "We're going to do some massage stuff that you never learn in school."

Kristen pushed Vanessa's chest, laying her on her back on the table, then started pushing her legs apart.

"I just don't think we should... you know... I mean..." Vanessa was so confused. She'd never been in a position like this and Kristen was so beautiful and so forceful. And, she had to admit, maybe she did want to be touched.

"Hey, listen... it's ok," Kristen said softly as she gently stroked her thighs. "Just relax."

"I'm just not familiar with... this... kind of massage."

"Oh, you'll catch on," Kristen said, smiling, as she bent forward and started licking Vanessa's extremely excited pussy.

"Oh... God... Ok..." Vanessa panted as she felt a woman's mouth on her for the very first time. She couldn't believe how good it felt, how different it was from her husband. It was light and sexy and Kristen knew exactly what to do.

"Mmhmm... let it happen," Kristen said, rapidly flicking her tongue over her clit.

"Oh..." Vanessa panted. She was at a loss for words as the pleasure roared through her body. She couldn't believe how good this felt. "Oh, I had no idea... oh my God. But I don't think I'm relaxing."

"Mmhmm," Kristen giggled a little. "Is that good?"

"Yeah," Vanessa panted.

"Mmm your pussy tastes so good."

"Ok... I'm good... I'm good now," Vanessa said as she tried to disengage from Kristen, sit up, and get off the table. But Kristen had wrapped her arms around her thighs, holding her tightly. Vanessa couldn't move.

"Hm mmm... you're definitely not fully relaxed," Kristen said, flicking her tongue across her clit and sucking on it, driving Vanessa to a glorious orgasm.

"Oh God yeah!"

"Mmhmm," Kristen nodded.