Comfortable Shoes

Diedria flipped through the mail, a stack of bills staring back at her. "Bills, bills, bills...," Diedria said during her daily sorting of the envelopes.

Bill, her husband, sighed, "How are we supposed to pay all these?" His face scrunched as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "It's hard enough paying for your physical therapy school, and I'm just starting my residency," he added.

The couple had discussed finding odd jobs before. Diedria had even browsed listings online but never followed through. But now, financial reality was sinking in. The bills were piling up too fast.

"We can keep looking for jobs online," Diedria mused. She needed something good, well-paid, and fit into her schedule.

Bill peered over his wife's shoulder as she searched online.

Diedria read out loud, "Warehouse work, restaurant jobs, it's hard to find something convenient. I think I'd prefer something late afternoon or early evening". A sigh escaped her lips as she imagined long days ahead of her.

After more browsing, they stumbled on an ad that made them both laugh. "Online chat receptionist," Bill read out loud. Shaking his head, "That's... something?"

But then an unexpected listing caught Diedria's eye. She read, her voice slowing down as she absorbed the details, "Be a masseuse -- no experience necessary. Flexible hours, training provided on the job". She looked up at Bill, "Massage therapy. It's therapeutic, and they'll train me".

Bill raised an eyebrow, "You give good back rubs, but can you do this with strangers?"

She met his gaze, "I'm a physical therapist. I touch strange people all the time. It's the same thing. It's just a different setting".

Bill was silent for a moment, "Yeah, alright. Maybe give it a shot".

She clicked the tab to apply, forwarding her résumé.

That night Bill fell right to sleep. Laying on his stomach sprawled over the bed with only a pair of boxers on. The bedroom was hot humid and uncomfortable. Crawling over her husband the loving wife began a slow sensuous back rub. She ran her tongue down the center of his back tasting his sweaty salty skin. She rubbed his shoulders, and he let out a purring sound. She sat motionless rested her hands on his ass dropped her head and slumped her shoulders. All quiet there in the darkness alone but not alone. Questioning herself, Can I give massages for money? Yes only in a therapeutic type of setting.

Two days passed no reply. Then Bill came home late kissed his wife and went right off the bed.

Just about to give up, Diedria checked messages. A reply was e-mailed to her. Reading every word, as she always did, Flexible hours, training on-site, no experience necessary. New details were also included, girls only and an age range from 18-32. She was told to show up the next day. In turn, Diedria confirmed a time.

After a day in therapy school, Deirdre drove to the place which was located in a strip mall. Her hair was up in a scrunchy. She put on some makeup. A little bit of eyeliner, light crimson lipstick, some blush, and a light base. A button-up faded pink top with, a flower pattern on her grey and black leggings. Black flat shoes with no socks.

The entire parking lot and storefront somehow seemed stark and colorless and sunburnt all at the same time. A quick text to Bill, Hey I'm gonna check it out. TTYL.

She walked up and hit the doorbell. A raspy voice replied from the speaker, "May I help you?"

"My name is Deirdre Boone I responded to the online job for a Massage Therapist." was her reply.

The raspy voice confirmed, "Oh yes the girl with the résumé". Deidra could not see but when the raspy voice lady said the word résumé, she held up air quotations. Then a cough to clear her throat, "I'm Maggs come in". Maggie buzzed the door lock.

Diedra walked into a dim fluorescent-lit waiting room, with a sliding glass partition. It reminded her of an old-fashioned dentist's office. The carpet was bland and dingy, how to massage posters pointing out trigger points adorned the walls. It smelled of old incense that had been burnt out some time ago. A muzak version of the Door's "Light my fire" was faintly audible.

Maggie looked like a Cliché, old beyond her years and haggard. Behind the glass and on her phone, she held up an arthritic bent finger directing Deirdre to wait.

Diedria spoke first, "I applied online for the Massage Therapist position. I'm Diedria Boone".

Maggie replied, without even looking up, "Fill this out". She slipped out a stack of papers on a clipboard and a pen. Maggie coughed and cleared her throat, "You can start today I have a room for a new girl, do you have a change of clothes with you?"

Diedria stated, "I usually work as a Physical Therapist dressed like this, I didn't bring anything else".

Maggie returned, "OK at least take down your hair".

Diedria inquired, "Why would I do that?"

Maggs countered, "You know, these guys that come here, after work they're going home to their wives. They have tough, stressful jobs, and they want to relax. Like unwind before they go home".

All Diedria said back was, "Alright". She released her hair and shook it out. She was getting a little nervous about specific questions regarding her hair and wardrobe. She rolled her eyes.

Maggie still coughing, "Here's the deal half an hour for $55 or an hour for $90. I collect that money at the door. You get the first 25 for each session. Tip jar in the room. Before you begin, bring out the jar to me upfront. We get the first 25 from tips, and you get the rest". Maggie's mood changed from serious to not caring all in an instant. Maggie leads Diedra down a hallway.

Other women were standing in the hall. They looked about the same age as Diedra. The other masseuses wore T-shirts, most had on high heels, and one girl had stripper shoes on. As Diedra walked down past them she heard, "That's the new girl with the comfortable shoes". Behind the girls, there were massage rooms. DiedrieI figured, OK, the guys come in, then they choose.

Diedria went into the last room and turned around quickly, but Maggie was gone. So much for questions, Mrs. Boone thought. The dimly lit room had a massage table in the center. There was a plug-in aroma therapy with a lavender smell. Diedria found the tip jar on a small table in the corner. Next to the jar were bottles of oils and lotions. An accordion divider split the space, behind the partition was a bench, table, and a mirror. There were towels stacked everywhere, on the massage table, by the tip jar, and on the bench.

Before she knew it, a man wearing a suit chose Diedria she could feel her stomach do a flip. She walked into the room with him.

He began to undress, and quickly Diedria went behind the partition. She turned on the aroma therapy thing and waited 30 seconds before emerging again. He was sitting on the massage table with a towel around his waist. "I'm Mac," he said as he reached to shake her hand.

She noticed a Ben Franklin in the tip jar already. She flashed a quick fake smile, "I'm D". Shook his hand with a limp grip, and continued, "I'll be right back".

She grabbed the tip jar and brought it upfront to Maggie. Maggie took the money, wrote down something in a notebook, and handed the empty jar back. There was no explanation. Diedria was just about to walk back instead she turned and said, "Will there be any on-the-job training?"

Maggie's laugh made her cough again, "Oh yeah we can do that later, right now we're pretty busy do the best you can".

This didn't make Deirdre any more relaxed about the situation. If anything it made it worse. Diedria took a deep cleansing breath and went back into the room. The lavender air scent thing had made the room smell. Mac was sitting on the table in a towel texting on his phone. She didn't know what to say. She was going to tell him this was her first massage but she decided against it. She stammered out some words, "Hi, you comfortable?".

Putting down his phone, "Should I lie on my stomach or my back first?". Without an answer Mac he lied down on his stomach, adjusting the towel so it was no longer wrapped around his waist, but draped over his ass.

Diedria after watching the entire scenario unfold, finally broke her silence with, "Would you like lotion or oil?"

Mac replied, "Oil sounds like a good idea".

While opening the oil most spilled on Mac's back and legs. Then our heroine gave him a massage. She was not sure what to do, simply making it up. "You come here a lot?" Diedria was trying to make small talk. "How does that feel?" Wanting that comment back, she just went with the flow. "Nice weather we are having".

Mac interrupted her random conversation by flipping over. Keeping himself covered with the towel, but showing just enough so it was very obvious that he was nude underneath.

Her stomach did another flip. She placed more oil on his stomach, chest arms, and legs. She gave him a foot rub and massaged his legs stomach and chest, doing what she could to avoid under the towel.

Mac broke the silence, "I like the way the lotion smells and feels in your hands. Um you're doing fine it feels great sweetie".

She wondered if he knew how much she was just faking it. She was starting to relax and get the hang of it. Then the towel dropped. Mac was on the massage table nude, and Diedria looked down at a huge erection. Mrs. Boone was alone in this room with this guy thinking. Oh, what have I gotten myself into, you know? Like, what the hell?

Mac could sense his masseuse's hesitation so he interjected, "I expect more than a massage, you know from the $100 tip?" He was trying to make his point and be vague at the same time, "This is why I'm here. This is what you do".

Diedria lost herself she could not speak, and her mind raced. How could she not have known that? How - what? You know, what - oh. Dierdria's rational self would have thought, I'm not doing that. What are you nuts? You leave, you walk out, get in your car and drive home. But that's not what she did. Leaving was the same as admitting to everyone including herself she missed obvious clues. Had she been this naive, or did she go along for the money thinking it would never come to this?

Diedria wasn't used to seeing a male penis so exposed. She was married but she almost always had been in the dark with her past lovers. Now Mac was right in front of her, nude spread, and hard. It appeared that his balls were somehow pushing his phallus to the ceiling.

She took a step back, "Oh my. Almost done". Making no sense stumbling for words. She could not look away from his manhood, it appeared to be staring right back at her.

Diedria's mind raced, sometimes she gets a disconnect. It's hard to even recognize herself. Many thoughts are random, organized, in order, out of order, all at the same time. Unstuck in time and space until she resets back to reality. An empathy gap between choices and the reality of the moment. Just keep her head and eyes open, reassuring herself.

Reaching for the oil bottle with her slippery fingers it dropped. While bending down to retrieve the bottle her face was inches away from his erection. She saw every detail of his shaft from the blue and red veins to a tiny drop of pre cum sitting on the top of the head. At that moment Diedria reached with her right hand grabbed the member right mid-shaft and stood up. Mac's toes curled and he spread his legs a little bit more.

She started to move up and down slow steady up to the head twisting her hand. Lubrication became a combination of oil, sweat, and pre cum. Stopped once or twice to play with his balls, or run her nails along the inside of his thighs, and along his attentive member. Looking down she saw his expression of relaxation and ecstasy at the same time. She played with the pre cum as it oozed out. Playing with the cum she made a mucus bridge between her pointer finger and her thumb.

She stood on her tip-toes as she proceeded with a rhythmic up-down motion rubbing stopping to play and tease. Squeezing the soft throbbing head every few strokes. Mac soon exploded, ejaculating straight up in the air. "Oh my, oh my, YES," was all he could say as he came.

Diedria was mesmerized as she observed the creamy fountain of cum. She aimed his throbbing cock, so the first few shots would land on his chest. With each pump, he let out a noise that was a cross between a pout and a groan. He shot his stomach, chest, and even the base of his neck.

Diedria continued to play with his shaft. Her fingers, which were now completely covered with his cum, continued up and down. With a light grip, she could feel each pulsation as it ran up the shaft and out of Mac's cute penis head. She squeezed many times watching, as she milked cum out of his cock.

Moving her hand in the wet sticky mixture like she was finger painting a master-piece, utilizing his stomach and chest as the canvas. He wriggled laughed and giggled, as she tickled him. As her motion stopped her fingertips held their position on his flat hairy chest for quite some time. As she stared down at his nude body covered in fluid, she slowly got off of her tip-toes. All quiet, neither spoke.

Mac let out a satisfied sigh, and simply muttered, "That felt great thanks".

Diedria gave him back a smirk and proceeded to wipe his ejaculate off of her hands with a towel. She looked up and gave him a fake smile, handing him a towel to clean up. Diedria watched as he stood up toweled off his naked body and got dressed. Finally finding something to say, "Thanks for the tip".

Mrs. Boone sat in the room alone for what seemed an eternity. Finally, she stood up, cleaned the massage table, and straightened the stacks of towels. She flipped off her black comfortable shoes removed her faded pink top, and wriggled out of her flower pattern grey and black leggings. She was now wearing just a frilly blue push-up bra and a matching thong. Diedria fixed her hair and makeup in the mirror, opened the door, and let the next client into the room.