This story follows the Testing of Wendy series but is not directly linked.
After Wendy had found out what had happened to her and how she had been betrayed by the men in her life she went off sex with Mark, or any man in fact. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of being pleasured by her. Deep down she missed it but felt they had no right to treat her that way, and needed to be taught a lesson.
It affected her thinking and at times she felt on edge, something that carried on during the daytime, even when Mark wasn't around. Wendy worked for an advertising agency, and even at work her female boss, Sandra, could sense something was up and that Wendy was tense and more agitated than usual.
One evening, whilst Wendy and Sandra were working late on a project Sandra asked Wendy if anything was bothering her.
"I don't really want to talk about it, if that's ok?" said Wendy.
""Look, we're nearly done, let's finish up and go round the corner for drink. It's on me" Sandra replied.
Wendy wasn't really that bothered but agreed and they both walked to the bar round the corner. She didn't bother to ring Mark as he already knew she would be late working.
Once in the bar Wendy wasn't relaxed enough to tell Sandra what happened, she couldn't possible tell her anyway, could she? She worked closely with her boss but not that closely.
Wendy just said it was "man trouble". Sandra could tell that Wendy was holding back for a reason other than just not wanting to talk about it, but Wendy was curious as to why Sandra was so probing.
The questions didn't stop…."Did he sleep with someone else, honey?" "Is he getting you to do things you don't want to do?" "Is he not making you orgasm? And the questions were all centred around fucking.
Another set of drinks later and Wendy started to reveal a bit more "Why do they think they know what you want? The lengths they go to get you to do what they want, without thinking of what you may want".
Sandra still couldn't tell what was going on but she knew she soon realised she had to play the "men are bastards" card.
"Look honey, they think they earn the money but they don't, they think they own your body but they don't. My husband is the same but I put him in his place. You got to be yourself and do what YOU want to do. Having said that, what you need to do first is relax. You're too stressed and alcohol will only go half of the way to solve it"
"Tonight alcohol can solve everything" replied a slightly tipsy Wendy.
"Let's have one more drink, but we'll make it a double for you" said Sandra "but after that I will give you the other half of the relaxation treatment you need".
"I'm not too sure I like the sound of that. What do you have in store for me?" enquired Wendy, becoming even more drunk by the minute.
"Wendy, have you ever had a massage, a full body massage?" enquired Sandra.
"Yes, I think so" came back Wendy.
"A proper one" Sandra carried on, "not one from your husband that lasted 5 minutes before he stuck his dick in you, I mean a proper full body massage, a good hour, with oils, scents and some ambient music to help you relax properly?"
"Suppose not then" replied Wendy.
"Well, I am trained in aromatherapy and am offering, no demanding that I give you one, right now" Sandra said forcefully.
Being a bit drunk had loosened Wendy's inhibitions and she said "Yes, ok then, why not? Won't do any harm."
They finished the drinks quickly and jumped into a cab "It's not too far in a car" said Sandra.
"But I thought you lived on the edge of town?" queried Wendy.
"I do," said Sandra "but I have access to the Sea of Tranquillity aromatherapy centre in the city. It's closed now, it shuts at about 7pm, but we can use it for private clients after hours. None of the masseurs ever do, as none of them live anywhere near here. They tend to work from home for private clients. Trust me, we won't be disturbed."
Wendy wasn't too sure about being in a fairly empty part of town, late at night, but she wasn't alone and had worked with Sandra for a couple of years so wasn't too worried. Without realising it the alcohol reduced her fears too.
They jumped out of the cab in a dark street, literally not a sole for blocks. They approached a little alley where the doorway to the aromatherapy centre was and in a flash Sandra had unlocked the doors and turned the alarm off. Once both were in she relocked the downstairs doors from the inside. "Better to be safe and I don't want you running away from me" joked Sandra in a wicked manner.
"You just can't unwind, can you darling? said Sandra as she placed her hands on Wendy's shoulders, feeling the tension.
"OK let's get you upstairs and naked, I'll have every muscle of yours relaxed by the end of the evening" commanded Sandra as she slapped Wendy across her bottom in a playful, drunk but sexy manner.
Wendy was a little shocked by the palm across her bum. It reminded her of Mark spanking her when they role-played and not something she equated with a massage..
"Come on, come on" Sandra said to Wendy as she strode past her up the staircase.
