It was the day that I had been dreading. Dragging myself out of bed was an extreme effort; my arms and legs felt heavy and sluggish and I looked back longingly at the comfort of the warm sheets I had just vacated.
Ever since I had been fortunate enough to land the job at the health club, I had known that Maxine Walker was going to be trouble. Maxine was around the same age as myself and therefore much younger than her husband, Frank Walker, the owner of Walkers Health Club and, of course, my boss.
It was clear that Mrs. Walker liked to look after herself – she was usually to be found working out in the gym or relaxing in the sauna – so it was almost inevitable that, at some time, she was going to ask me, the newly appointed masseur, for an appointment.
When the appointment was finally made it wasn't me who actually took it. At the time, my young assistant Annie was on duty and it wasn't until I got back from lunch that I saw Maxine's name in the appointment book. There were quite a few snide looks and giggles from the rest of the staff, but not from Annie. I had been seeing this petite nineteen year old for the past two weeks and all I then got from her was a stare that told me to be very careful!
In the kitchen I swallowed a strong cup of coffee and threw on my tracksuit. I was already feeling guilty for not completing my usual exercise routine and so decided to jog the two miles to work. Maybe some fresh air in my lungs would make me feel a little better about the day ahead.
When I arrived at work Annie could see that I was rather perplexed. I was greeted with a stony glare.
"It's probably worse than you think." She said anticipating my concerns and not helping in the slightest. "Look at the appointments book."
I stared down at the open page she was pointing at. My eyes were immediately drawn to Maxine's name.
"Well, it's still there. She hasn't cancelled." I said gloomily.
"No, look here."
I looked again. My stomach turned over and I felt sick. Next to Maxine Walkers name was another name, equally well known to me and equally worrying – Frank Walker.
"Both of them?" I asked in a half gasp.
Annie nodded slowly. "What are you going to do?"
"Simple." I said. I had already made a decision regarding my appointment with Mrs. Walker. The fact that there was now her husband to contend with as well was just another inconvenience.
"I'm going to do my job. I'm going to be completely professional and keep my eyes and hands where they should be."
Annie puffed out her cheeks and grunted. Clearly she didn't believe a word I was saying.
"Seriously." I continued. "No funny business; just a normal massage."
"I hope that's not the normal sort of massage you gave me yesterday evening." Annie grinned.
I smiled back. What had started off as a sort of training session had ended with both Annie and I completely naked on the floor under the massage table and my hard cock buried deep inside her tight little pussy!
"Completely professional." I concluded. Then thought to myself: "and afterwards you can suck me off!"
The double appointment had been booked for 10am so I had just under an hour to prepare my equipment. I had just spread a clean fluffy towel over the table and washed my hands when I heard a knock at the door.
My boss's wife stood framed in the doorway. Her blonde hair looked freshly washed and fell to just below shoulder level. She wore a nice light summer dress and high-heeled sandals on her feet. Walker was behind his wife in his usual dark suit. I greeted them both politely and stood back to allow them access to my domain.
"I get undressed behind here, do I?" Maxine asked indicating a high screen.
"I'm afraid so. Until we get the changing room completely finished this is all we have. Most customers don't seem to mind."
"I'm not surprised." Maxine replied cryptically and looked me up and down approvingly.
As his wife disappeared behind the screen, Frank Walker made himself comfortable on a long bench a little back from the main massage table.
"Don't worry about me," he said as he folded his arms across an expansive stomach. "I'll just watch. Check out your technique. See you in action, so to speak!"
Usually, of course, I would have baulked at an audience; a massage is a very private experience. But Walker was my boss and I got the distinct feeling that if I put up any resistance to his demands, I wouldn't be in the job for very much longer. I nodded my agreement.
"There's a towel on the chair, Mrs. Walker." I called over the screen. "We can start as soon as you're read .."
