Saturday came and went with relative quickness. Sam had a few other clients that she saw that day, but they were just repeat customers that want nothing more than a massage, for which she was thankful. William had given her a thoroughly enjoyable start to her day, and she was excited to see what this new guy was like. She wondered if she would be able to get to sleep easily that night given her curiosity, but the fatigue from her day caught up to her once she hit her bed, and she was sound asleep in less than a minute.
Sam woke with the rising sun, which meant that it was peeking over the building next door, so it was about 10am when she stirred. She was slightly groggy, but otherwise well rested. Once she got up and began stretching and moving around, she felt more awake. She checked her phone to see how her schedule looked and saw 'NEW GUY! Noon' on her calendar. Her tail twitched excitedly, and she got herself cleaned up and presentable, which for Sam meant a tank top and leggings, before heading out early.
A short walk later and Sam was inside and getting things set up. She had freshly laundered towels, and a new scent to use in her wax burner that was reminiscent of the air after a heavy rainfall, which she turned on after dropping a small chunk of wax into the top. She pulled out a set of fresh sheets and got them all situated on the table, then grabbed what she called the log, the long round pillow she used to prop up the client's ankles while they were face down, and set it on the end opposite the hole for the client's face.
She had been relatively early, but that was because she had wanted to make sure everything was immaculate looking so as to not give a bad first impression. She was so caught up in her tidying up that she didn't notice the time, and so when she heard a knock at the door, she panicked slightly. A quick look around told her that it was nothing to be concerned about, as she kept the place almost spotless at all times anyways, but nerves have a funny way of making you think that even perfect isn't perfect.
Unless it comes to musclebound shark spliced. Sam opened the door, and she swore that there was a glowing light coming from the ceiling down around this hulking man, and that there was a chorus singing something you would describe as church music as he locked eyes with her. Sam just stood there in shock as this incredibly masculine specimen graced her doorway, and her suddenly thirsty eyes, with his presence.
"Uh, Sam, right?" he asked as she just stared at him wide-eyed. It took her a second to realize he was talking to her.
"Huh? Oh! Yes! Hi, I'm Sam! You must be Carter! Please, come in!" she very nervously and hurriedly spat out. He looked at her in a concerned way, but he didn't understand just how flustered she really was.
He was easily 6'6", and she could tell even under his loose shirt and jeans that every single inch of him was solid muscle. His forearms looked like they were hewed from granite, and she wanted oh so desperately to run her hands over every inch of him right that second. Jim may have been a tall glass of water, but Carter was an Olympic sized swimming pool, and Sam wanted a drink.
Sam just stared at him as he looked around, and then she realized that he was glancing over his shoulder at her, and she suddenly remembered that he was here for a massage.
"So uh, just, go inside the curtain there and strip down and lie on the table. Once you're done I'll come inside and we'll begin, ok?
Sam saw him swallow nervously and nod his head as he went moved the curtain aside and let it fall behind him. She could hear him undressing, and she was lost inside a girlish fantasy where she was imagining him doing it right in front of her, but she had to shake her head to get rid of those thoughts, or else she wouldn't be able to focus on her technique. Once she heard the table stop groaning from him climbing on top, she waited a few more seconds before heading inside herself.
He was lying on the table just like any other client, but the table looked dwarfed by his size. His feet were hanging over the edge, and this was the largest table available. She walked around him slowly, taking in his muscular back with her eyes as she went to grab him a towel to cover his midsection. Not everyone was comfortable with lying completely nude on the table with no towel, and especially not new clients.
She draped the towel over him, then got a quick pump of oil and laid her hands on his upper back. She had imagined that his body looked like chiseled rock, but she wasn't expecting it to feel like it as well. She paused for a brief moment, and then broke the silence with a question.