Nerina Terenzio had been working for Palmira Severino, the owner of Mind, Body and Spirit Spa, for about four months now. Mrs. Severino was the wife of Vittore Severino, a well-known enforcer to the Pellegrino crew in New Jersey. Nerina found out only after being hired as a masseuse that she was working for a âconnectedâ manâs wife. She would occasionally spot news clips about the Severino family. However, she couldnât bring herself to quit her job, she loved it. Mrs. Severino was a wonderful woman; she paid great and had the best benefits. Her co-workers were some of the nicest people sheâd ever met in Jersey and, strangely despite everything that other people or the media said about Mr. Severino, she found him to be just as nice as his wife.
Mr. Severino often brought his friends and associates to the Spa for a massage or time in the hot tub. They usually arrived just before closing time and would pay extremely well for those employees that stayed late to attend to their needs which, to Nerinaâs knowledge, did not include any sexual favors from the women employees. Before working at the Spa, she assumed that all âconnectedâ men were slobs that would screw any pretty woman right behind their wifeâs back. As far as she could tell, Mr. and Mrs. Severino were very much faithful to each other. Deep down she knew what those people could do. She knew of the beatings, the killings and stealing, but there was just something so different about the Pellegrino crew. Nerina didnât know what, though.
It was about 8:45 pm, close for Nerina to end her shift, and she was cleaning up her small massaging room. The cream and sage colored walls offered an inviting welcome to the room and the scent of eucalyptus candles filled the air. She gathered up the towels her clients had used to cover up with and stacked them by the door to take to the washing machine on her way out. She gathered her bottles of lotions and oils, putting them away under her massaging table. Nerina looked over her room, making sure it was spotless before she was to leave. Mrs. Severino instructed everything to be clean and in order at all times in her Spa. With a little nod Nerina turned to grab the towels and switch the lights off. As she headed out the door, she was greeted by Janis, another masseuse.
âHey, Rina, Iâm sooooo glad to see you.â Janis said, her face lighting up with the biggest shit-eating grin. âYouâre not going home now, are you?â
âWell, yeah, I planned on it. Why?â Nerina asked, wondering why Janis was sooooo glad to see her.
âWell, Mr. Severino brought one of his friends by and he was kinda...you know...wanting a massage. I would love to do it, but...Rina, I have this date with this Raul. You remember, heâs Remigioâs cousin, oh...heâs so hot. Anyway please, please, please, yaâ mind doing this one little massage for this friend of Mr. Severino? Iâll do anything you want later.â Janis begged, clasping her hands together in a praying motion.
Nerina cocked her head from one side to the next as if in deep consideration. âHmmm...well, I was going to go home, wash my hair, and maybe clean out my fridge.â Nerina smiled, âBut one little massage shouldnât be a problem. Who is it, anyway?â
âOh, thank you, thank you, thank you Rina. Youâre so great. Heâs a regular of mine. Mr. Pellegrino, he comes by here once in a blue moon. He lik...â Janis began, but Nerina cut her off abruptly.
âMr. Pellegrino, as in Ottavio Pellegrino, head of the Pellegrino family? I canât massage him! What if I scratch him or piss him off. He could âmake a place ready for meâ. No way.â Nerina shook her head.
âNo, not Ottavio. His nephew Savio.â Janis smiled, her eyes becoming little slits as she donned her shit-eating grin again. âWill you still do it?â
âOh, okay, sure.â
âMr. Pellegrino is very quiet. He likes relaxing scents, like that eucalyptus stuff or vanilla. Also, stay away from his sides. His ribs must be extremely sensitive or something. If you want to see him start to squirm, use the very, very tips of your fingernails, I think it turns him on or something. Itâs funny to watch him try and hide his boner.â Janis giggled.
âJani, youâre disgusting.â Nerina smiled. She made her way to the front lobby and locked the door behind Janis. Mr. Severino was at the service counter with whom she supposed was Mr. Pellegrino. She made her way around behind the counter, dropping her towels in the hamper next to the wash room.
âHey, Rina. Iâd like you to meet Savio Pellegrino.â Mr. Severino introduced. âSavio, this is Nerina. Sheâs absolutely great. Youâll be asleep in minutes.â
Nerina blushed at his praising her. Savio wasnât what she expected. She figured heâd be some skinny little guy in his early-twenties. âThank you. Itâs nice to meet you Mr. Pellegrino. Just sign in for me, please.â He looked to be in his early thirties and was a very menacing man. He mustâve been about six feet and had a broad, thick chest. He wasnât skinny, but he wasnât overly fat either. His hair was dark and trimmed short.
âIâll leave you to it. Savio, Iâm going to go get that thing ready for our friend.â Mr. Severino said as he unlocked the front door to leave. âRina, donât forget to lock this door behind me.â
Savio moved before Rina had a chance and locked the door. They took care of payment, which he paid in cash. âThank you. You want to follow me, please?â Nerina said, stepping into the hallway leading to her room. âIs this your first massage? I havenât seen you here before.â
âNo, I thought you and Janis already discussed that.â He said. âDonât worry, nobodyâs gonna whack you for scratching me. Honestly, itâs bad when the Italian-Americans stereotype each other.â Nerina blushed bright red. How could he have heard them talking? She and Janis had been talking in a completely different room at the end of a long hallway. She didnât dare turn around to look at him, she just continued walking.
âUmm...Iâm sorry, I didnât think we were being that loud. I wasnât stereotyping you. Itâs hard to ignore what the media says. Your uncle is a regular on channel 4 and Iâve heard your name mentioned as well.â Nerina spoke without turning her head to look at him. âIâm sorry you heard us talking.â She opened the door to her room and switched the overhead lights on. The room was filled with harsh fluorescent beams. She continued avoiding his face, afraid she may have really pissed him off.
âItâs okay, really, I was just joking. You shouldnât believe everything the media says, though. Theyâre a bunch of fucking idiots. I betâcha didnât know my family donated money to some foundation to preserve our woodlands. Or that my uncle owns a ranch somewhere out west that provides haven for injured wolves. My family is big on animals and stuff.â Savio said as he stepped behind the silk screen to undress.
âNo, I didnât know that. Thatâs a very nice thing your family does. If I had enough money to donate, I would do it, too. Why wolves? I mean, I personally love the animal. They are so misunderstood. Iâve never meant anyone else who actually wants to see them not die out. Please, Iâm sorry we were talking about you and your uncle like that.â Nerina said as she removed a clean towel from her cabinet and threw it over the silk screen.
âFuhgetabout it. Wolves are misunderstood, as much misunderstood as my family. I guess thatâs why we donate and stuff.â He stepped out from behind the screen with the towel wrapped around his waist and made his way to the table. He laid flat on his belly, after adjusting for a moment, he seemed to relax.
He was such a large, towering man.
âWhich oil would you like me to use?â Nerina asked as she moved toward the table. She let her eyes roam over his nude back. He was a very handsome man and his thick Jersey accent was erotic. As she stepped in front of him to get to her oils, she heard him intake a deep breath.
He smiled. âJanis told you what I liked. Just somethinâ thatâll relax me.â Nerina poured the vanilla oil into her palms and rubbed her hands together. She began to work his thick shoulder muscles first. His skin was warm to the touch. She worked each muscle gently, letting her hands completely take over. Her mind was in a daze; her hands knew what to do. Every now and then she heard a low, animalistic growl come from him, but he didnât speak. As she slowly melted away his tension, he fell asleep right there.