metalgear11:
My apologies. I was supposed to drop this update yesterday.

“Welcome,” the funny looking middle-aged man at the front desk greeted her, “do you have appointment?”

“N-no…I was looking through the brochure and I just walked in.”

“You are lucky…we do not have any clients at the moment…do you have any package you would prefer?”

“Package? I…I’m not too familiar…”

“Ah,” the ugly man[/b]smiled, and Athena shuddered at the sight of his [b]brown teeth,“we offer two major kinds - dry and aromatherapy. Naturally the aromatherapy costs more and involves direct skin contact…if you know what I mean .”

Athena shuddered again. There was no way in hell she was going to let him lay his grubby paws on her näked body.

“We only have a male therapist available now,” the man continued, drooling as he mentally undressed her, eyeing her brëasts through her semi-transparent gown, “I highly recommend the aromatherapy, it will make you…unwind.”

“I’ll go for the dry massage for one hour,” she remarked firmly.

“No problem,” he replied with a slight hint of disappointment, “aromatherapy would have been better though…haha.”

Several minutes later she sat on the massage table in one of the rooms, dressed in a short pair of shorts and simple white t-shirt she had been handed by the ugly masseur while waiting nervously for him to appear. Several thoughts ran through her mind. She was already beginning to regret it. What if the man touched her in inappropriate ways? Her skin crawled as she imagined his hands run over her smooth skin. What had she gotten herself into? There was a soft knock on the door, and moments later the massage therapist entered.

“Good evening ma’am,” he greeted politely.

Athena’s eyes grew wide. Rather than the rough, ugly-looking gremlin she expected, a very handsome young guy entered.

“Ummm, good…good evening,” she replied, still a bit taken aback.

“I’m going to be your massage therapist today,” he said. His dashing smile never left his face, “can you please lie down for me.”

Athena’s heart began to race. He was so handsome. She could have sworn he was one of the young hunks she had been admiring on the beach earlier in the afternoon. His hands worked so delicately over her muscles. He started by massaging her aching calves and gently went up to her thighs. She let out a gentle sigh.

“Is that pressure good?” he asked.

“Yes…” she exhaled. Why was she feeling this way all of a sudden?

“Were you…do you go to the beach often?” she asked.

The boy smiled. “Yes, I go to the beach often here whenever I am not on duty.”

He continued to work professionally on her. “You look quite…young. I thought you had to be much older in order to be a massage therapist.”

“Haha,” he laughed gently, his laugh the sound of angels voicing their combined symphony, “I’m not young in the sense of it. I just turned twenty-two last month.”

He kneaded closer to her upper thigh. “This is just a part-time job I took while school is out. But you don’t have to worry…I may look young, but I’m a licensed massage therapist.” He said proudly.

“Oh…that’s great.” She replied. His gentleness, touches and cute smile tugged at her senses. She gazed at the well-defined muscles of his arms, which stood in contrast to his soft, gentle hands. It had really been long since she was touched so gently and it and began to turn her on. Was he one of those male massage therapist she often heard whose massages aroused their female customers? She wanted something…sexual, something more aggressive. He was too diligent, too sincere. His touches did not even reach her upper thigh. She hoped he moved his hands further upwards, at least caress her inner thighs. These thought made her shudder and her nipples grew hard under the shirt. He’s a young guy who’s supposed to react to the body of a woman, damnit!! Or was she just a customer to him? One of those “old ladies” he massaged every day? She swallowed the lump that kept choking her.

“Um…excuse me,” she hoarsed.

The young guy paused. “Yes ma’am?”

“C-can I ch…is it too late to change to the aromatherapy massage?”

The boy smiled. “No…we can still change it. Do you want to?”

“Y-yes…please.” Her heart hammered so hard she could only hear ringing in her ears.

“Then let me prepare you for the aromatherapy massage,” he replied. He took a step back and reached for a white towel.

“Please…take all of your clothes off and lie back down on the table. I will be back shortly.” He handed her the towel and headed out the door.