Thank you all so much for the positive feedback on my works so far! Someone reached out to me about the possibility of doing a more foot-focused story and it got the gears turning. Here we are! Look for more fantasy on the way soon, too.
The smells of sweet perfumes and incense wafted over Emily as she walked into
Forget Your Troubles
, the massage parlor that had opened at the end of her block a few months ago. Relaxation swept through her body as those familiar scents triggered something warm and pleasant deep inside her brain. Her smile grew and her shoulders slumped a little forward. With the week she had at work, she knew she needed this—but the sudden wave of exhaustion and ache of weariness in her body told her that her need was stronger than she thought. It was surprising in a dim and unimportant way.
All month, hazy recollections of Lauren's touch had drifted up through her mind, and her body cried for the release the parlor offered. All month, she waited for this appointment. Now the stress of her work combined with the tension of anticipation—though all of it seemed distant as Emily practically drifted over to the front desk—compelled her on, deeper, into a want to do exactly as the parlor suggestion and to forget her troubles.
The receptionist, a perky blonde named Katie, beamed up as she approached.
"Someone looks ready to relax," she said, giggling.
Emily only nodded, a strand of her coppery red hair falling into her freckled face.
"Oh, my." Katie's smile grew. "That bad, is it?"
"I've been dreaming about this for a while," Emily said. She felt her lips curl into a smile. The lids of her shockingly green eyes lowered. "Dreaming..."
"I bet you have." Katie looked down at her computer. "Lauren's just finishing up at the moment—but I can bring you to a room if you want to get ready for her?"
"Mmkay."
Katie typed out a few things, stood, and stretched. "Follow me!"
Emily trailed Katie happily down a hallway behind the counter, admiring the dim, soothing lighting of
Forget Your Troubles
. The entire place thrummed with relaxation, be it in the heady perfumes wafting about and clouding Emily's mind, or the constant almost white noise of whatever New Age music played from hidden speakers. The hallway was covered in thick, plush, red velvet-looking carpet with even rich, spiraling mandala area rugs at seemingly random intervals. The doors were made of dark wood and fit snugly into the satiny-looking walls.
The soothing voices of masseurs and the sympathetic moans of their clients drifted from behind those doors. The promises of bliss and relaxation they offered only built Emily's anticipation. She needed this so badly. It was a desire almost stronger than sex—though the thought of being so near such release did turn her on a little. The thought of getting naked and letting Lauren rub all parts of her down into deeper and deeper bliss did that too, but something about the music and the incense stopped Emily from dwelling on it save for the feeling of docile willingness it beckoned to her mind.
Katie guided Emily through one of those dark, heavy doors and into a private room. It was spacious, and luxurious. More sweet incense flowed from a burner in the far corner, beside a large black massage bed. An ashiatsu bar hung above, and Emily's eyes hovered on it for a moment. There, of course, was the real reason she had come. The feeling of being under Lauren's feet, of letting their sweet softness wash her worries and her thoughts away, drummed up deeper feelings from within her. Arousal stirred intently, warming Emily further pulling her down and away from her thoughts. She drifted beside Katie and towards a large, plush chair beside the bed. A robe, a pair of headphones, and a glass of cucumber mint water sat beside it.
"She'll be with your shortly," Katie said. She reached for a remote on the wall and clicked a button. "Feel free to get comfortable while you wait."
Her words barely registered in Emily's mind. Katie had turned on a screen hidden in the room's sweet-smelling shadows. A soft, swirling pattern of light emanated from its center and spread out to consume... anything and everything that Emily would have ever thought of focusing on. The pastel shades moved slowly, without a discernable pattern, out from a fixed point that drew Emily into it. The world around her faded as her mind, already inundated with promises of and desires for bliss and relaxation, slipped quietly away. It was so easy to forget her troubles—why else come to a place named for it?
Emily laughed a little at the thought, the smile staying fixed on her face as Katie placed the headphones on her ears. A pleasing noise, waves crashed on the shore of her mind and eroding her thoughts, swept in around her. Concealed within were whispers, promises, commands to go deeper, feel better, drift in a haze of sleepy contentment. The headphones were not perfectly sound-canceling, and Emily heard Katie speaking gently to her from some far distance she barely registered. It all made sense to her, though. They were getting her ready for her massage, for her service. It made her so hot, and the heat was restrictive, and her clothing too much. No sense to be clothed when she was getting ready for a massage. To strip, to relax, to give into the currents of pleasure washing through her body and mind, and to follow the whispers and the touches guiding her deeper became her greatest, most irresistible desire.
It was a relief when Katie unbuttoned her blouse for her. Emily's limps arms slipped out of the sleeves willingly, helplessly. She stepped out of her shoes with a gentle nudge to her ankles, the same pleasing touch drove her back into the chair so she had to look slightly up at the swirling, endless screen. Katie stripped her of her socks and then her pants—her fingers and palms working in an almost pre-massage down Emily's thighs, shins, and ankles and keeping the latter soothed, relaxed, unthinking. Her panties, already damp, slid off easily. Then, thumbs working circles to coax Emily forward and accept the beginnings of a back massage, Katie unhooked and removed Emily's bra. Emily sat there naked, her tight lithe body—honed with rounds of yoga squeezed before long days at the office—melting into Katie's precise, wonderous caresses.
It was all so flawless, so skilled, and it just made so much perfect sense.
Everything about it was for Emily, after all—for her relaxation and her pleasure. How wonderful it was to have a place she could come and forget... forget everything. She could lose herself in this as easily as anything. Even the water tasted better, sweeter from the cucumber and mint within than anything Emily had tasted before. Katie was so nice to help her drink it, and to help limber her up further in preparation for Lauren with touches to her now exposed breasts, her shoulders, around and in between her thighs.
All the while Emily stared up at the swirling screen, grinning and relaxing and forgetting. The waves of white noise and the ripples of pleasure emanating out from her mind, from her body, from the totality of her experience spread her thoughts thin and pushed them under perfumed clouds of perfected, endless bliss. She melted into the chair, into Katie's caresses, into the whispers behind the noise telling her she was safe, that this was where she was meant to be, that this was what she wanted more than anything. She could not imagine wanting anything more than this. She didn't know how anyone could. It was all too good, too perfect. A soothing prelude to an even more ecstatic experience to come.
The screen dimmed, but still the colored patterns remained drifting somewhere in Emily's subconscious. She almost didn't notice Lauren entering. The masseuse moved with a grace not unlike her touches—smooth and endless. Katie turned the chair, and Emily in it, to face Lauren. She pulled off Emily's headphones and sat her up straighter. Her hands went to Emily's temples as Lauren approached like a sauntering cat, hips swaying under her satiny robe and eyes alight with pleasing expectation.
Lauren always took Emily's breath away. She was not tall—and in fact almost reminded Emily of a fairy for how petite she was. She had long curly hair, tanned skin, and a cute nose between two beautiful, deep brown eyes. But though she was small, she carried a commanding aura replete with pleasurable promises. It radiated from her smile, her simple curled finger drawing Emily up from her chair, and the soft sensuality of her voice as Emily drew, intoxicated, nearer.
"How are we feeling today?" Lauren asked.
"Good..." Emily moaned out.
Lauren smiled. "Wonderful. We're happy to have you back so soon! You need this, don't you?"
"N-need. Mhmmm-oh!" Emily's eyes widened as Katie, from behind, ran her fingers over her nipples. They were slick with oil. A cool tingling spread through Emily's body as Katie rubbed her up and down—preparing her for Lauren. "Please..."
"Please? Oh, please what?" Lauren tilted her head, narrowing her eyes to match her teasing smile. "What do you want today?"
Emily's eyes drifted down... down... down.
Lauren giggled. "I thought so."
The way she wiggled her toes, digging them into the plush carpet before spreading them wide and free, sealed Emily's fate. Emily had come here for this, after all, and Lauren knew it. She knew the power that her small, soft, sweet feet had over Emily—had known it since their first session. Emily had tried to hide it then, had covered her love of feet with murmured allusions to exes walking on her back and the difference between ashiatsu and other massages. She had spilled this information willingly when she and Lauren first met, as Katie rubbed her over with oil and the music and incense fogged her mind over. It had been easy then, and Lauren was so easy to talk to, to melt to, to tell and give everything to. She had nodded, slipped off her shoes, and spoke to Emily about her feet and toes—flexing her ankle and rotating her foot and spreading and flexing her toes in ever more mesmerizing patterns. Soon, sooner than Emily expected, she had given in and told Lauren exactly what she wanted.
Lauren had, of course, been all too willing to give it.
