"I know it's an unusual request. I want you to know that I appreciate your being so flexible."
"No problem," Katie replied, though in reality she felt a bit irritated. None of her massage clients had ever asked before if he could play one of his own CD's during a session, let alone bring his own CD player along. However, Tim was a new client, and she wanted him to feel welcome. Besides, he seemed like a nice guy.
Katie inserted the CD into the rather odd-looking boom box and pushed the play button. Then she walked back to the table where Tim was already lying on his stomach under a sheet. She didn't pay much attention when the music started playing, but it had a peaceful New Age feel to it. It reminded her of some of her old Windham Hill CD's.
"There's just one thing I need to say before we start," she began, resting her hand lightly on Tim's upper back. "I'm a licensed massage therapist. I'm a professional. There are no happy endings here like in those seedy massage parlors you may have read about. I want to make sure you understand that."
"I understand completely," Tim said.
Before she could go on, a flicker of light drew Katie's eyes back to Tim's CD player. A series of lights were pulsing on and off around the frame of the player, sometimes white, sometimes colored. It reminded her of the lights at a rock concert, and for a moment she just stared at it, transfixed
"Wow," she laughed. "Your CD player has its own light show."
"That's why I bought it," Tim replied. "I'd never seen anything quite like it before, and I had to have it."
Katie gazed at the lights a moment longer before turning back to the massage table. The swirling music seemed somehow connected to the pulsing of the lights, and she felt oddly relaxed now. She turned down the sheet to the top of Tim's buttocks and began to massage his shoulders.
"That speech you just gave makes me think you've had some problems with male clients," he said, while she went to work on his back.
"Sorry about that," Katie said, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you'd be amazed at how many guys think a massage therapist is a type of prostitute."
"That must be frustrating," Tim said, "especially after all of the training you had to get."
Katie found herself looking past the end of the table at the pulsing lights of the CD player. They seemed to move in some kind of complex pattern, and for a moment she just stared at them trying to figure the pattern out. It wasn't until Tim spoke again that she finally forced herself to look away.
"I imagine you must run into embarrassing situations sometimes even when guys don't have the wrong idea about your profession," he said.
"How do you mean?" Katie asked, as she continued to knead the muscles on his back.
"Well, I imagine that some guys might have an involuntary response to having a beautiful woman running her hands all over their naked bodies, a response that embarrasses both them and you."
"You mean getting an erection?" Katie asked. She always felt it was better to deal with these matters frankly, and she wondered if Tim might be worried about getting an erection during their session. "That's just a natural bodily response some men have," she went on, "but I'm a professional. I can handle it."
"Oh, I'm sure you can handle it," Tim said, putting an extra stress on the word "handle." "I just wondered if it's ever uncomfortable for you having to work so close to an erect penis. I would think it might even be arousing sometimes."
Katie laughed. "If I got aroused every time a client got an erection, I'd be in trouble," she replied.
But now she found herself looking at the lights on the CD player again, and she noticed a warm, tingling sensation in her groin that hadn't been there a moment earlier. The truth was that her boyfriend had dumped her five months earlier after running into his high school sweetheart at a reunion, and she had been feeling quite frustrated lately, though she wasn't about to tell Tim that. Instead she concentrated on the swirling, ethereal music, which was making her feel more and more relaxed.
"Even so," Tim went on in that calm, low voice of his, "I would think that there might be times when you got a bit preoccupied at having an erect penis so close to you. I can see how you might start having trouble getting that image out of your head."
Still staring at the lights, Katie now found herself thinking back to times when male clients had developed erections during a massage. They were always under a sheet, of course, but that telltale bulge gave them away. There may have even been a time or two when she felt a little bit turned on, if she was going to be honest with herself, though she never would have done anything about it. After all, she was a professional. What she noticed now, however, was that she couldn't seem to keep images of erect penises from floating through her mind.
Katie felt her mind slip for a moment, and she suddenly realized that she was neglecting her client. When she turned back to the table, she noticed that Tim was now lying on his back and felt puzzled. Had she asked him to turn over? She couldn't remember doing that. She also became aware of a large lump under the sheet around the spot where Tim's crotch was located. The tingling between her legs had now turned into a steady pulsing.
"And the thing is," Tim was saying now, "I can see how once you had the image of that penis in your head it would be hard to stop thinking about it. You might even start thinking about how much you wanted to see it."
"Not really," Katie replied as she worked on Tim's left leg, though in reality all she could think about now was the large bulge under the sheet and what it might look like. She was feeling quite dazed now, and the pulsing between her legs seemed to have synched up with the lights on the CD player. If she hadn't thought it impossible, she would have also sworn that those lights had gotten brighter and more intense.
"And after a while," Tim went on, "you might even start to feel that you couldn't go a minute longer without looking at it. And you know what? That would be fine. It would be perfectly all right to pull the sheet down and have a look."
"He's right," Katie thought to herself. What was the big deal? It wouldn't hurt to just look. And the next moment she found herself taking hold of the sheet and pulling it down to Tim's knees.
Katie heard someone whimper, but it took her a moment to realize that she had made the sound. By this point, she was too confused to feel embarrassed. Tim's penis was a good eight inches long and unusually thick. She became aware suddenly that the crotch of her panties was now soaked. Although she went back to work on Tim's leg, she was having trouble concentrating, and she couldn't keep her eyes off of his penis.
"But I imagine that just looking at it would get pretty frustrating pretty quick," Tim continued. "You would probably start feeling an urgent desire to touch it and stroke it. With each passing minute, it would feel harder and harder to restrain yourself."
Between the lights, the music, and the steady throbbing of her clit, Katie was having difficulty organizing her thoughts. All she could think about now was how much she wanted to touch Tim's penis. A distant part of her brain told her that this would be wrong, but she couldn't remember why that was.
"And my guess is that you would finally reach the point when you couldn't resist the urge any longer, when you had to reach over and hold that big, hard cock."
