Hiring Massage Therapist Intern Pt 03

The next morning, I woke to the sound of my mother having her shower down the hall. I fought the urge to join her, about to start my first full day at my new job in a few hours. I still hadn't got my head around that -- working for my mother's incredibly gorgeous friend as her intern/apprentice. I wasn't going to join my mom in the shower, but that didn't prevent me from imagining that I was there with her. I began to fondle my flaccid member, preparing for the leisurely morning ritual that was a part of most 19 year-old male's morning routine.

Until yesterday, my masturbatory fantasies had never included my mom. My buddies all told me that she was hot (a MILF in today's parlance) but I had never seen her like that. My mother was often careless with her modesty around the house (particularly when my buddies were over) and I had been intrigued when I had caught her occasional nip slip or upskirt, but I had never suspected that it was deliberate on her part. Until yesterday.

As I replayed the events of that momentous day now, I couldn't help but be amazed at the turn of events. I had lost my virginity to mom after returning from my "interview" with Katie, who was a personal friend of hers and her massage therapist. Katie had hired me on the spot just yesterday. I was to train and then work with her and her female clients. She had insisted that I practice the massage techniques that she would be teaching me on my mom when I got home from the studio. On a daily basis. By introducing me to the concept and techniques of "foot worship", my new boss convinced me that I this was a gift I wanted to share with women/goddesses. My mom, in particular, despite my misgivings.

My daydreaming was interrupted by the phone ringing. Mom answered it quickly ( I hadn't realized the shower was off) and moments later, she burst into the room without knocking, catching me in the act. I quickly pulled the sheet up to cover myself as she hustled over, offering me the portable phone, mouthing "Katie" as she did so. She hadn't had the opportunity to dry herself properly and her hair was dripping, the towel draped over her shoulders and breasts soaked. She didn't have a stitch on.

As I put the proffered phone to my ear, mom sat at the foot of the bed and immediately reaching under the sheet, replacing my hand on my cock with hers. Katie was sharing pleasantries with me on the phone as mom was expertly stroking me and I was having difficulty concentrating on what Katie was saying. When I began to pant and groaned as my climax overcame me, Katie realized what was happening and fell silent for a moment. She let me recover my breath before asking me to drop by the studio early for our first full day together.

As mom used her towel to clean up my mess, I suggested to Katie that I would need a shower and breakfast first. She insisted that I come right away. Not to bother with the shoes and socks, but Crocs with shorts and t-shirt. She wanted me to shower at the studio and that she would prepare some breakfast for the two of us. I wasn't going to argue with my new boss - I promised to be there shortly and hung up.

My naked mother was panting and was disappointed that I would be leaving her so soon -- she had wanted to spend some time with me to explore our newfound sexuality before I started my first full day working with Katie. I sensed a hint of jealousy there -- I certainly hoped that it wasn't the case -- mom and Katie were close personal friends and I had just started my new job! Mom had been instrumental in my landing this dream gig and I didn't want to disappoint either of them.

I thanked mom profusely for both this morning and yesterday and drew her in to give her a warm hug. We were both naked and she was still damp, so our bodies slid slightly as we embraced, kissing passionately. I was amazed at just how well our bodies fit together and I was stiffening up once more. ( Oh, to be 19 again!). I broke off the hug before I lost myself again, gave each of her nipples a kiss and proceeded to get dressed as Katie had instructed. She hadn't specified otherwise, so I went commando.

A short walk away, I arrived at the patio door to the studio well before Katie's first scheduled appointment. The door was ajar - I called out as I entered. I shouldn't have been surprised that my new boss had just finished her shower and was drying herself off with a large, fluffy towel with no regard for her modesty. She made no attempt to hide her nudity. I was, once again, amazed at her proportions -- her breasts were the size and shape of softballs and they needed no support. Although her hefty breasts made her appear top heavy, her muscular 6 foot frame carried them well. I was mesmerized as I watched them sway from side to side with the drying of her hair.

Finished, she dropped the towel into the bin -- the first of today's laundry that I would be responsible for later. Katie was basking in her nakedness and was relishing my unabashed admiration of her incredible physique. She put her arms high and to the side to draw me into hug, her breasts again astonished me with their unyielding firmness. She nibbled my earlobe, then stepped back as she tugged the hem of my t-shirt up and over my head. My shorts quickly followed and I too was naked. And erect.

With a slap on my butt, she directed me to the shower and suggested that I take care of business, leaving me with no doubt that she wanted me to beat my meat. She had promised us something to eat, but she wanted to watch. This was the first time this had ever happened to me : an audience. An unmistakable thrill coursed through me -- I was enjoying our shared debauchery. Despite my mother's recent handjob, I had no difficulty producing copious amounts of cum with another mind-blowing orgasm. My spunk covered the shower door which was easily cleaned up with the handheld nozzle.

She held a large, fluffy towel and began to dry me from head to toe. Still naked, she was not the least bit self-conscious and she was "familiar" with me as she made sure to dry me thoroughly. She grabbed a handy robe (she had a number of them for her clients) and held it for me as I slipped into it, then I repeated the gesture for her. Her first client wasn't due for an hour or so, so we headed up the stairs to the main floor.

She had the fixings for breakfast already prepared and she busied herself making it. I sat at the kitchen counter, positioning myself so that I had an unobstructed view of my boss as she bustled about, her movements a model of efficiency. I remembered my mother's advice to shower her with compliments -- Katie was an exhibitionist who loved to be fawned over. She knew she had a great body (she had worked hard at it for years) and was not shy about flaunting it. Or talking about it -- she relished the way her next to perfect body had captured my admiration and she was not about to squander my mesmerized worship. She made sure that I had a great view of her incredible body and appeared to be posing for me.

When I commented on her muscularity as she served me my breakfast, she perked up and told me that she had grown up a gym rat and had competed in several Miss Fitness contests until recently. She proudly told me that she had finished in third place provincially twice and blamed her overly large breasts for her failure to win. She opened the lapels of her robe to empathize her point. She went on that her strength and anatomical knowledge made her a sought after masseuse and she had managed to make a good living privately as she earned her license.

Her standing as a fitness competitor drew a lot of business. In fact, a large number of her clients were from the "body building" community. All eight of her male clients and 16 of 47 women. She could afford to be choosey and only saw new clients with a personal endorsement.

Katie had a thriving business offering massage to her clients that went beyond the ordinary relaxation and therapeutic sessions offered by other registered massage therapists. It was telling that a majority of her clients were women -- she had a clientele that were both well-to-do and self-indulgent and Katie had catered to those needs. Having a young, muscular male who wasn't hard to look at and was willing and able to compliment the services that her clients craved could only enhance her practice. I had taken to the challenges enthusiastically and she was pleased. She had high hopes for me and had a plan for our new found partnership.

In my genuine naivety, I really didn't understand what was going on. It wasn't until later, much later, that I realized I was being groomed by both Katie and (to a much lesser extent) my mom to be used as a boy-toy -- a young, vigorous VIRGIN who could be molded to their personal wants and desires. By taking me under her wing and charming me with her immodest nudity, she would train me in the finer points of sensual massage as her intern/apprentice. Mom would get the benefit of my training by being available for my hands on "practice" at the end of each day.

But beyond all of that, Katie wanted me to be subservient. Her Sub. To buy into the notion that both she and her clients were goddesses and that my training was to allow me to serve their needs. Under her guidance and direction. Without hesitation. To love what I was doing and be anxious to share my newly acquired skills to please these goddesses.

Katie herself was bi-sexual but avoided sexual intimacy with her male clients. Part of the reason her female clients outnumbered her male ones by a ratio of six to one. If her male clients weren't satisfied with the extent of Katie's services without penetration, then they were quietly dropped. I found out soon enough that Katie had no such restrictions on her female clients -- or her apprentice!

It was about time to head back down to the studio to prepare for our first client. A recently retired gymnast, Catarina (Cat to everyone that knew her) was in her late 20's and was seriously considering competing in Fitness modeling. Katie warned me that Cat loved to show off and loved to be admired (the irony was not lost on me) - it was important that I compliment her on her physique. She was a perfect specimen -- I was to remind her of that fact.

As we entered the studio from upstairs, Katie dropped her robe at our feet (I don't know why I was still amazed at her immodesty) and applied a generous dollop of Stay Erect gel to both of her own nipples and then to mine. She greeted my look of enquiry with a quick lick of my now tingling areolas, leaving me with no doubt about the desired effect. It seems that saliva enhanced the effect of the gel so I returned the favor with two full lip kisses on her own nipples. They responded immediately and engorged to their full, erect state. My nipples were literally tingling.

Katie had another surprise for me. She did, at times, massage in the nude and told me that, frankly, she preferred to do so. But, for a number of reasons, she usually wore a tight, flesh-toned body stocking, similar in style to a one-piece Speedo. It certainly wasn't to be modest -- she might as well have been nude for all of the coverage it provided. She had a dozen identical ones to allow a continual supply between washings.

Last night, she had purchased a dozen pairs of matching beige nylon briefs for me to wear during our upcoming sessions. They were a perfect match for the body stockings that she herself wore. As I examined one up close, I was a bit perplexed. All but transparent, the double layered panel at the front was the only measure of modesty that they afforded. Telling her that I was not sure how comfortable I was being so "exposed", she assured me that I would quickly adjust. She reminded me that our clients would be naked for their sessions with us and that she felt that our "matching" outfits would only enhance the atmosphere of decadent sensuality that she had strived to create here in her studio.

After we both donned our respective "uniforms", she led me over to one of the full-length mirrors that were scattered about the studio. In the bright light streaming in through the patio doors, it was difficult to distinguish that either of us had anything on at all. As I admired our reflection in the mirror, she stepped behind me and reached under my arms to twiddle with my engorged nipples. I groaned and, as I watched our reflection, i quickly developed another woody, despite my two recent orgasms. It became apparent that my new briefs would do little to hide my cock's details when I was excited. It's profile was clearly visible. Katie was pleased by this and I realized that I appreciated the effect too.

At that moment, a vision of loveliness appeared at the patio door, dressed in a light, yellow sundress. The bright sunlight illuminated her from behind as she shielded her eyes, peeking in through the patio door. It was apparent that the dress was all that she was wearing over her strappy sandals. This had to be Cat. She let herself in without further ado, closing the door behind her.

Katie had not been exaggerating when she had described her physique -- this was one of Katie's goddesses that she was preparing and coaching me to pamper. At just 5'2" both Katie and I towered over her, but she exuded an air bourn from her gymnastics training -- a sexy self confidence that cried out to be noticed. Cat had a puzzled look as she noticed me for the first time -- it was only then that I realized that I had been staring with my tongue hanging out, mesmerized, totally oblivious to my own exposure.

As I woke up to my near nudity, she unabashedly stared, noting my excited state immediately. She had no idea who I was, only that I had been standing there, almost completely exposed, staring as she came in. Katie recovered first and introduced me by name as her intern. Unfazed, Cat dropped her sundress right then and there, confirming that she was, indeed nude underneath and that her body was all that I had hoped for. Her bald pussy only accentuated her gorgeous physique.

This appeared to be a part of Katie and Cat's routine. Cat stepped out of the dress puddled at her feet, and the two of them embraced, a firm and obviously heartfelt hug. As the two of them separated, I was taken by the totally mind-blowing vision before my eyes. Katie directed me to undo and remove her shoes as she stood there before us. As I knelt at her feet and fumbled with the straps of her saddles, she placed her hands on the top of my head to steady herself as I remove them. My obvious subservience was brought home by her bald pussy only inches from my nose, her musky odor alluring. She pulled my head even closer and Katie told me to kiss her pussy.

While this was going on, Katie told Cat that it was our hope that she would be willing to help her teach me the finer points of sensual massage. I jumped in at this point and told Cat that Katie had told me that she had the perfect body for ongoing lessons in anatomy and that I couldn't agree more. Cat looked bemused as she pulled me to my feet and hugged me.

Katie confirmed with Cat that she was in no hurry to finish today's session and that she would be happy to help us out. Both Katie and my nipples were erect from the Stay Erect gel and mine were definitely buzzing. It was a low grade stimulation in the center of my pecs and it had the effect of keeping me on edge. Cat was going to have a shower to start things off and I was going to soap her up and explore, under Katie's direction.