Tonight was the night for Briana's weekly massage. Well, it had been weekly, but since Briana Altman-Janzen had moved her company's headquarters from New York to LA, she had been too busy to set aside time for her favorite indulgence. Fortunately, the new villa had been planned by her with the most awesome massage spa ever! The room was beautiful with muted colors and see-through drapes to make everything as proper as possible. There was the best sound system money could by so the Soundscapes would soak her with radiant sound and, from what she was told, the new masseuse she had hired, was the very best; well trained in many of the ancient arts of massage and relaxation.
"She better be great," thought Briana. The price she was paying was outrageous. But that's what it took to get the very best to come to your house, once a week at 10:30pm, well after your 7 year-old had gone to bed.
Not that money mattered to Briana. Now at 29, she was the richest woman in the world, recently surpassing Oprah on that list. She daydreamed back to when she had assumed her late husband's company, many in the board room snickered at her desire to not only keep control of the business, but her demand that she be given daily operational control. Since taking over (with help of Jon Masterson, her CEO and new lover) she had turned the multi-million dollar Janzen Interprises (wait, "Altman-Janzen Interprises") into a 120 billion dollar conglomeration of businesses and ALL of those original board members were now unemployed, while young, bright, exciting minds had transformed the stuffy, 3-piece suit office into one with skateboards, scooters and brilliant new ways of looking at things.
She had asked her husband a hundred times to let her get involved in the business, but he just snickered and patted her behind and told her that her job was to look beautiful. Not a surprising response. Ted believed, like everyone else, that this 21 year-old had married this 70 year-old man simply for the life of luxury and the beautiful new breasts which now graced her bodice. But she was different; she truly loved him, although she was little more than a trophy to him. She knew of his other women and battled sexually and psychologically to win him totally to her. She even bore him an heir which was a stream of endless joy for him. But, she admitted, Ted never loved her and proved that with his uninspired sexual esteem for her. Briana had decided though, even though many men tried to hit on her, she would not know another man until Ted had passed on.
He did so four years ago, in the bed of another woman, his heart finally giving out, and now Briana was left with the money, the mansion and the business, and, though Ted had not loved her as a wife, he loved her love for him and he loved his ex-wife and kids even less, leaving them with a mere $50,000 in seed money for each.
"I'm leaving Ms. Janzen." The intercom from her secretary, Zoe, snapped her back to reality and Briana quickly packed up her belongings as well and called for her driver to come round and pick her up.
After a short drive, she arrived at home to find Brandon excited from another day of discovery in second grade. But her joy was interrupted with a crush when Brandon asked what a "Golddigger" was, telling Briana that one of his friend's dad had told his son that the term exactly described Briana. She comforted her son and took him to bed, reassuring him and giving him a long bedtime story and good night kiss. Paving the way for what would become an amazing weekly time of peace. Briana had her butler draw a very hot bath in the massage room and, after he had left, she undressed and climbed in, letting her day soak away in the warm water and the music.
"Excuse me Miss uh Janzen," said a voice, awakening her from her sleep with English words with a slight Japanese accent, "I am Matszuka, sent to give you massage."
"Yes, us Mat-zooo-ker?"
"Mat ZOO-kuh," Matszuka corrected.
"Yes, Matszuka, I'm so pleased to meet you." Briana responded.
"Please to help you step out of tub, immediately," said Matszuka. The Asian lady was pleased to note that Briana was as kind as she had heard and was equally as beautiful. She also squelched a slight smile as she noticed how rapidly Briana responded to her command to come out of the tub and how unashamed she was to do so completely nude.
Matszuka helped Briana to dry off, rubbing a heavy towel over her entire body, even lifting Briana's legs to dry the bottom of her feet and the backs of her knees. Briana loved the service but wondered if Matszuka was always this aggressive. Soon Briana was on the table, aromas steaming up from the hot water bucket below her face -- a bucket placed there by Matszuka, emanating aromas from beads dropped in there by the Asian woman. The massage began as always, with hot lotion rubbed in various places at various levels of pressure. Briana's mind began to decompress, vaguely noting that Matszuka began to talk her into relaxing -- in a monotone voice encouraging Briana to relax, so easy to relax, to let her mind go blank, to let her mind be led into complete relaxation and bliss....... The voice just seemed to fade into the soundscapes music.
Briana found herself getting... hmm... aroused? Yes, aroused... so excited to be touched... so excited... WHAT... Briana quickly lifted her top from the table, grabbing a blanket to cover her breasts once she had realized -- Matszuka was teasing Briana's vagina with her fingers.
"What are you doing?" Briana demanded.
"Very old and special massage includes touching all parts of a woman," Matszuka explained.
"Well, I am not a lesbian, Matszuka, I would appreciate it if you keep your touch to the normal areas," despite it all Briana shuddered a bit with excitement. A shudder noticed by Matszuka.
"Yes, Miss my deepest apologies, I was only trying to please you," Matszuka bowed.
"Yes, It's OK, I appreciate that but let's keep it modest," said Briana, lying back down. Matszuka knew it was going to take a deeper trance for her plan to work, this was not unanticipated.
