The Masseur

After locking my photo album back in my safe, I sat down with a beer and thought about the last several years. The collection always made me think about those good times. That's when I decided to write it all down. I guess it's a confession of sorts even though I have no regrets about how things turned out.

I didn't start college until I was twenty. Before that, I moved from one worthless job to another. Delivering furniture, driving a fork-lift, and I even tried driving a big rig but didn't care for the long hours even if the pay was good. So, eventually, I realized I needed a college degree to get a good job.

I'd been going to the same health club since high school to lift weights and stay in shape. I guess eventually they got tired of me always being there and offered me a job as a trainer. It worked out with my class schedule and also let me work out for free.

It wasn't big money but enough that I could keep my little studio apartment. Between a few loans and eating very little I was getting by okay. Things got a lot better when the owner of the club stopped me one day and asked if she could talk to me.

Ms. Lee was an Asian woman somewhere in her thirties I'd guessed. She was tiny maybe a hundred pounds with long black hair and dark brown eyes. A good looking woman but was all business. Whenever I'd seen her in the club, she rarely smiled and ran a tight ship. I was surprised when she led me to her office upstairs in the club to talk to me.

The office was rather significant, and I was surprised that the whole upstairs was actually where she lived. The club was large (5000 square feet) and she had all that room like the top floor of some hotel. I sat down in a padded chair across from her big desk as she looked at me and smiled.

"Ethan, I suppose you wondered why I asked you up here?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

She laughed, "You can call me Tami. I wanted to offer you a different job here if you are interested."

"What kind of job?"

"Have you ever thought about being a masseuse?"

"A what?"

Tami grinned with white teeth that looked perfect, "Someone who gives massages."

I knew the club offered massages, but they were out of my price range.

"No, I've never thought about it," I told her.

"One of my guys is quitting in the next couple of months, and I need to find a replacement."

"I can train you to pass the license test," she added.

"I don't know if that's for me."

"Not even if you make big money, and get to massage naked women?"

That got my attention. With school and working out I hadn't had a steady girlfriend for a long time.

"Or do you prefer boys?"

That caught me by surprise, "Girls."

"Can I trust you to keep a secret?" she asked.

"Sure."

"We have some special clients we cater to. Rich ladies with more money than they know what to do with."

I wasn't following her yet.

"That's nice."

Tami smiled at me like I was a dumb child, "They pay a lot for special massages."

I still wasn't following her but was starting to get what she was hinting at.

"How much do they pay?"

"I won't tell you, but if you are good, you will make excellent tips plus what I pay you."

That really sounded pretty good to the little bit I made as a trainer.

"Okay, I guess I'll try it."

"First you have to pass an interview."

"I thought this was one."

"No, I just wanted to see if you're interested first before we go further."

"Okay, when is the real interview?"

"Now if you have time," She smiled, "If not we can set up an appointment."

I really didn't have anything going on, so I told her now was okay.

"Good, come with me."

I got up and followed her to another door that led inside her sizeable top floor apartment. She poured herself a glass of wine and gave me a beer.

We sat down on a huge "L" shaped sofa facing a glass wall that looked out over a vast deck and the city. I had to admit this was the strangest interview I'd ever been on and drained my beer. She brought me another and refilled her wine glass.

She sat down next to me looking me up and down, "You are a good looking young man."

"Thanks," I said feeling a bit uncomfortable the way she was looking me over.

"Are you modest?"

"A little I guess."

"I won't bite, would you stand up and let me look at you?"

"Why?"

"I want to see you better," She smiled, "Our special clients pay a lot for looks and performance."

I stood up and was wearing my work out sleeveless shirt and shorts with sneakers. I stood up and let her look at me as I turned around slowly for her. It seemed weird, but a job is a job.

"Take your shirt off."

Wanting the job I took it off.

"Nice you have abs and well-toned muscles."

I was a little embarrassed but liked the compliment just the same.

She stood up and came closer, "Can I feel your abs?"

"Sure."

She ran her warm palm over my flat tummy and then up to my pecks, "Yes, you will do nicely."

Her touch sort of turned me on, it had been a while since I'd felt a woman's touch.

"Okay thank you and have a seat," She told me, "Excuse me for a minute and have another beer if you'd like."

I grabbed another beer from the little beer cooler refrigerator by her bar. I looked out the window as the sun was going down. It looked great, and I figured she'd gone to the rest room, but I was wrong when she came back.

Tami was wearing nothing but a black silk robe loosely tied at the waist, her hair in a ponytail.

Now I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I figured out pretty quick when I saw her that it was going to be the best interview I'd ever had.

"Come sit with me."

I sat on the sofa, and she smiled and took off my sneakers and socks while on her knees. I got a beautiful view of her cute little bare boobs when her robe drooped open. My cock began to wake up, and she grinned at me.

"I need to see the rest."

Tami began to pull off my shorts and boxers. I let her because, well what would you do?"

She pushed my knees apart and got close, dropping her robe down over her shoulders and barring her nice looking tits before grabbing my dick and holding it as it began to enlarge in her hand.

"I thought you might have a nice big cock," She said, stroking it slowly as it kept getting bigger, "My clients like young guys with a nice big cock."

"That's when it hit me what I'd be doing!"

"That is if it works like it's supposed to," Tami said, and then took the tip of my dick in her mouth and began to suck it.

"Mmmmmmm!" I groaned and fuck it felt good to get a blow job after such a long time.

Fuck! Tami was no amateur at sucking dick, she licked my shaft and then my balls.

"Nice big balls, I bet you cum a lot," She told me and then went back to sucking the swollen tip.

"You keep doing that, and you're going to find out!" I told her gritting my teeth as she worked over the head of my penis with the tip of her tongue.

One thing I'd always been proud of was my dick, even if most of the girls I'd fucked said it was too big and hurt. Dad had left my mom and sister when we were young. I think all he left me was his DNA and a huge penis, even if I didn't get to use it as much as I wanted.

Tami let go of my dick and stood up dropping her robe around her feet. She had the body of a teenager. Perky boobs with dark nipples standing out. A tiny black strip of pubic hair above her slit.

"Are you free of disease?" She asked as I admired her naked body.

"Yes."

"Give me your hand."

I offered her my right-hand palm up, and she pulled it between her legs and let me touch her warm pussy.

"Sucking your big dick made me wet." She told me, and I could feel it was true.

"You have a nice touch," She moaned a little as I rubbed her wet folds, "When I get done teaching you my ancient massage techniques you'll be able to make any woman beg for your cock."

I didn't believe her right then, but my cock was aching stiff. I would have believed anything she told me as long as I got to fuck her.

Tami straddled my lap with her knees on the sofa and put the tip of my penis to her opening. She moaned as she took me inside. Fuck she was hot and wet!

Tami slid all the way down to my balls. Shit, I'd never had a girl the size of my little sister take all my dick that easily.

"Mmmm your dick feels the perfect size," Tami moaned and began to hump me.

Being almost twenty-one, I didn't care if she was older than me. Her pussy felt like wet velvet as it slid up and down on my cock.

She put her hands on her hips and kept pumping me, "Suck my nipples."

I sucked her nice hard nipples and squeezed the hell out of her nice round tits as she fucked me.

"Tell me when you're going to cum baby." She moaned in my ear and began to pump me faster with her arms around my neck.

"It's going to take a while." I lied.

"Oh yeah?? and I felt her pussy tighten up around my dick like a hot vice.

"Jesus!" Is all I could reply as each down stroke I felt her vagina squeeze my cock tightly as she slid all down on it.

It wasn't long before I was about to shoot and told her through gritted teeth.

Tami jumped off my lap and grabbed my wet dick with one hand and sucked the fuck out of the head of my cock!

I groaned and shot my load down her throat. Tami didn't miss a drop with her lips tight around my shaft just past the head. Swallowing several times as I blew the largest load I could remember. She jacked my shaft with her little hand and sucked the sensitive head of my cock, and that made me really holler and cum some more!

"Not bad," Tami laughed and kissed the head of my dick when I was done.

"Shit!" I sighed, "Damn that was good!"

"You young guys really shoot hard," She told me still milking my cock up and down, "That would have felt good in my pussy, but I wanted to see how much you could cum."

"Felt like a lot to me."

"Not bad, but you'll do better after I get done training you."

Tami got up and drained her wine glass. Rinsing her mouth out and then swallowing.

"Training me?" I asked her, as I admired her tight little body.

"You got the job if you're willing to work hard and do what I tell you."

"Sure," I told her, "What do I have to do?"

"Learn how to make a woman beg you to fuck her."

"You can do that?" I asked not believing it.

Tami picked up my shorts and underwear and tossed them at me, "I guarantee it."

Tami dismissed me with instructions to keep working out and show up there at 8: oo PM every night. I would be paid like before and get a big raise once I passed the city/state masseuse test.

And so began my training. For the next two months, I went to see Tami Sunday through Thursday night. In one month I'd learned all I needed and passed the state test with flying colors. It was more ethics than technique. But I also was learning the techniques of massage and pressure points for pleasure.

Pressure points to relieve pain, and the ones more important to me and my new job. The ones that make a woman melt in your hands. There were over a hundred sexual pressure points for a woman compared to just a few for men. I had a chart I had to memorize each one and learn how to use it. Not to mention her 10 step process to make a woman cum from oral sex. She made me practice on her over and over until I could do it blindfolded by the time two months was over. I'd thought I'd known what to do before, but I had been all wrong. According to Tami most men didn't have a clue about it, and barely knew enough to fuck.

That was hard to accept, but I did what she told me and hoped it was true. I'd find out soon enough when I turned 21 and got my first unique client. I wasn't complaining because all of her lessons ended up with me getting to fuck her in one way or another. The best part was the pills she gave me.

A big jar of white pills with no label that came from China. I took 3 a day for one week, then two a day for a week, and finally just one a day after that. At first, they didn't seem to do anything, but after 3 weeks I noticed that I was Cumming harder and longer. By the fourth week, it felt like I was shooting twice the load I used to. And it felt so good going into her tight little pussy, mouth or ass!

I learned that my boss really liked to fuck even more than me. That alone was hard enough to believe, but she was insatiable. She did things to me that made me want to scream out loud when we fucked. I learned how to use the pressure points during the massages to get her as hot as any woman I'd ever had sex with.

Ms. Tami also took a lot of pictures of me for what she called my brochure. Pictures both clothed and naked. The part I didn't like was having to shave all my body hair including my pubic hair. Tami said women don't like to get hair in their mouths, so I went along with it. Apparently, clients went through her brochure and picked who they wanted for a "Special" massage. I still didn't believe it was true, but I wasn't about to give up my steady sex lessons with Tami.

***

On my twenty-first birthday, my mom and little sister made me a cake, and we had a small get together at moms.

My little sis Skylar was still in high school. She was going to graduate in May which was only 3 months away from my birthday. She'd gotten a little bit of a big head now that she'd turned 18. She thought she knew everything but then so did I when I was her age.

Our moms' name is Karen, and she'd raised us by herself for the last five years after dad took off. Mom was a CPA and had her own little business that made enough for her to raise us, kids, ...barely. Mom and Skylar looked similar where I looked more like my dad. I had black hair and Sky and Mom were brunettes. We all had really straight hair, not a curl in the group.

After some simple gifts I opened I thanked them, and we all had some cake and ice cream.

"So how is school going?" Mom asked me.

"Which one?"

"You have more than one?"

I told them about passing my license for being a masseuse at the club.

"Seriously?" Sky asked me.

"Yeah, why?"

"Are you going to massage old fat men and women?"

"Skylar!" Mom said.

"I guess so, whatever it takes to get through college. It pays better than what I have been making."

"I think it's great that you found something you like." Mom replied.

Skylar was licking the ice cream off her spoon and looking at me.

"What?" I asked her.

"I'm trying to picture you in scrubs massaging someone."

"I'll take a picture for you."

"Cool!" Skylar laughed, "I'll show your geeky picture to my friends!"

"Next time my back acts up you can give me a massage," Mom added.

"Sure, on the house," I told her.

"Me too!" Skylar grinned, "But I'm not paying you anything."

"Next time you trip over a soccer ball don't come crying to me."

"Hey, I don't trip over them!"

I laughed because I'd known that would set her off. Skylar was soccer stand out and might get a scholarship to college from it. I wanted to stay and tease her some more, but I was running out of time.

I had an appointment with Tami and didn't want to miss it. So, I thanked everyone again and said my goodbyes. Mom told me to come over more often as I went out the door.

***

Tami showed me the back elevator to the club. I'd never paid any attention to it before because it said, "Private" on it and only had a key-card slot instead of buttons. She stuck her card in the slot, and we rode up to the top floor.

The doors opened, and there was only one door on the other side with a key-card and touchpad.

"Your clients will come up the back way and are given a pin number and card for one-time use," She told me and opened the door when it clicked.

We went inside, and I was blown away!

It was one big room with a massage table on the left side behind a wall that had an opening on the left with no door. The right side had been walled off which made the cross of a big "T" with an actual door on it. Tami led me in the first door, and it was a large bathroom.

Well, more than a bathroom because it had a small hot-tub next to a large shower with a glass partition. Racks of clean towels hung on the wall by the shower. There was a large counter with a mirror and two sinks.

New toothbrushes, hair brushes, and all kinds of shampoos and cosmetic samples that women would use. There was also a changing area with a coat rack, and shelves to put clothing and shoes next to a padded bench for sitting on. Tami also pointed out a ceramic jar on the counter that had a lid and "Tips" painted on it in fancy cursive. The whole area was carpeted and pretty impressive!

The second door led straight out to the massage table. Behind the table was a counter stacked with hand towels and all kinds of massage oils that I'd already been trained to use. The massage table was a thing of art.

It was electric, and by pushing buttons on any corner, you could lower or raise it or even tilt it to almost any position you could think of. The table also had a plugin for headphones so the client could listen to music during the massage. Tami showed me how to work everything, and it wasn't complicated at all.

"You have your first client tomorrow and 1:00 PM," Tami told me, and I was immediately nervous.

"I hope I do well."

"Just do what I taught you and you'll be fine," Tami smiled at me, "Remember they are paying a large amount of money so anything they want... you give it to them."

"How much?" I asked.

"Never mind, you are getting paid well, and if you please them, you will make some nice tips in cash."

Tami went over some other rules she had for me to understand as well. It seemed simple enough, but I was still worried a bit.

"Just remember that the client wants secrecy, and will probably use a fake name if any," Tami told me, "In fact, I made up a name for you on your brochure."

"What is it?"

"Chad."

I told her I could live with that even though I didn't like it much.

"One more thing," Tami said, "Before you cum in a clients pussy you tell them you are going to cum."

"Seriously?"

"Yes, I don't want some client complaining you got them pregnant. You tell them and if they don't say no, give them a nice big load."

I guess I had a funny look on my face because Tami frowned at me, "What's wrong?"

"I just find it hard to believe women come here and pay to get fucked."

Tami softened her expression, "Lot's of these women are professionals that don't have time to date or get caught up in the drama. That doesn't mean that they don't get horny and want to have sex. Others are trophy wives married to old rich men that aren't good in bed. So, they spend some of that money on getting fucked; however, they like it."

"I'll believe it when I see it," I told her.

"Just do what they ask and if they don't ask just do what I taught you."

"I will."

"Good, I think we are both going to make a lot of money."

I went home nervous about it but realized I was in too deep to quit now.

***

I was nervous waiting for my first appointment. I was wearing scrubs and flip flops and nothing else. I had the tray of oils, towels all ready. The hot-tub was bubbling and an ice bucket with expensive wine in the changing room.

The door chimed, and I opened it to meet my first customer.

The woman looked to be the mid to late thirties. She was dressed in a black woman's business suit with an expensive white blouse under her jacket. She carried a leather business looking satchel/purse in one hand. She looked more like she was headed to a board meeting than a massage.

"Hi, you can call me Jill."

I shook her hand, "Chad."

"I think I'll soak in the tub for a few minutes before we get started."

"Yes, Ma'am," I replied, "I'll be ready when you are."

Jill smiled and went into the changing room. She had blonde hair, about 5' 5" and was remarkably trim like she did yoga every day. I went to the massage room and waited for her. I would soon get to see her in the buff for my final judgment of my first client.