Soon after I started my new job at the Magic Hands massage parlor, I broke the news to Mr. Walton. The G Spot had served its purpose and now that I had been offered more money, it was time for me to move on me. To my surprise, Jimmy was gracious, telling me that his door was always open, which I definitely appreciated. Though I still wasn't any closer to starting my career, I had learned many invaluable lessons about the power of sex while working at the parlor.
Not satisfied with simply answering phones, I managed to figure out a way to make each day at the parlor an unexpected erotic voyage. While there was plenty for me to do on my eight hour shift, I still managed to periodically sneak a peek beyond the heavy curtains that separated the real world from the planet of lustful fantasies that lurked just steps away from my desk. The images I was often presented with were a lot kinkier than I had imagined, ranging from dominatrix scenarios to straight up orgies, making the job perks even more than I had bargained for. When the phones were slow, I sometimes doubled as a parlor attendant, stocking the rooms with fresh towels, lotions and massage oils. I liked doing attendant duties because it gave me plenty of opportunities to feed my newly found voyeuristic curiosity and for certain customers, the "therapists" would sometimes ask me to help with exhibitionism requests. This would require watching a session and pretending to evaluate and inspect the masseuses' work as they created reality from fantasy. There were also times they would have me place shackles on the customers' ankles and tie them down to the massage tables with ropes. I learned a lot about myself, including the fact that handcuffing was a favorite of mine. And while I never spoke, it was exciting to silently watch and learn how to please the clientele. Making the deal even sweeter, the ladies would always tip me for a job well done, adding an unexpected extra bonus to my already adequate salary.
After one particularly busy afternoon, with hopes of getting out at a decent hour, I checked the appointment log and noticed that my boss' name was written in the 8 o'clock slot. Being that we usually took our last client around 7, Wellington must have made his own appointment in the VIP section for a duo treatment with Tanya and Tami, our after-hours treatment specialists.
"Hey Simone. Today was hectic wasn't it?" Tami, one of our clients' most favored boobilicious, honey-blonde masseuses stated, shaking her head as she stood above my desk.
"Yeah, I'm about to head home. That is if you, Tanya and Wellington don't need me here during your 8 o'clock appointment," I replied, with a raised brow.
"Oh shit, I forgot it's Tuesday. Wellington has his usual massage and rub down tonight, but this time he's bringing an important business partner with him. Some investor. Damn!" she sighed, obviously wanting to follow my lead out the door. I knew she was probably tired from such a crazy day but VIP's tipped very well and it was in her best interest to make that money.
"What's wrong, girl?" I asked, gathering my belongings.
"I didn't realize it was Tuesday and I told Tanya she could leave about 30 minutes ago! She said she had a headache or something. Wellington will hit the fuckin' roof if there's nobody available for a VIP double!" she hesitated for a moment but suddenly had a look in her eye like she had just come up with the best idea in the world.
"Simone, do you think you could be a doll and help me out? Just this once, Puleaseeee…." Tami turned to me with an earnest plea.
"Me? Girl, I don't know how to give a massage!" I exclaimed, knowing that what she did to make those men cum was totally on some other level.
"You won't have to give a real massage, silly," she giggled. "You and Tanya are about the same complexion and size and since you'll be wearing a mask, no one will even know!"
"I don't know." I hesitated.
"I'll split the fee with you 50/50!" she tried to convince me.
The mention of making money gave me the green light I needed to forge ahead.
"50/50?! Say no more, I'm in," I told her.
"Great! Let's go get you ready."
"Wait. What about Wellington? Won't he be mad that I'm working with the clients?"
"You won't be. You'll be doing him. I'll take the client. And the phones shut down at 7 anyway. He'll think you went home. With the mask on, you'll look just like Tanya. Come on, we gotta get you in costume!"
Tami hurried around the desk and grabbed my arm, pulling me into the masseuses' dressing lounge. She tossed me a black Lycra mask that resembled what someone might wear to a stick up. She then sat me before the lighted mirror as she grabbed a nearby brush and gathered my lengthy tresses up into a braided ponytail on top of my head with a red satin scrunchie. The mask felt like a do rag, fitting snuggly across my face and head, with cut outs existing for my heavily mascarad eyes. Tami swiftly pulled my braid out through the top hole and smoothed the mask down over the bridge of my nose, revealing only the bottom third of my face before assuring me,
"Now, we'll just put some lip stick on, strip you naked and you're ready to go. Trust me, Wellington won't have a clue."
I got up and checked myself out in the full-length mirror. The bright cherry red lipstick illuminated my flawless complexion, creating a sun kissed glow that could stop any man in his tracks. In awe of myself, I studied my reflection before pulling my braid around my neck and letting it fall down over my perky ripe melons.
"This could work," I spoke with confidence as I tried out several different seductive poses and expressions with my mouth.
"Of course it will. Wellington won't really be looking at you anyway so relax," Tami continued, tossing me a pair of high-healed black boots and a leather braided horsewhip.
"Okay, lemme look at you," Tami asked as she scanned me from head to toe.
"Perfect!" she grinned, clearly pleased. "Listen, all you have to do is follow my lead and seduce them with your body and your hands. You say you're an actress, right?" she asked. I nodded.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were Tanya under there! But just to be one the safe side, lemme do all the talking so you won't give yourself away," she suggested.
"Okay, but what exactly am I supposed to do?" I asked, my nervousness kicking in.
"Whatever comes natural. Don't underestimate yourself. It's not as hard as you think. Wellington likes to be smacked around a bit and if he gets on your nerves as much as he gets on mine, I'm sure that'll make it a whole lot easier!"
We burst out laughing, slapping high fives, but quickly sobered up when we heard the door chimes ringing and two male voices up front. Tami used the adjoining door between the dressing room and the couples' suite to usher me in quickly before dimming the lights. In the couples' suite were two massage tables, one couch, a small counter with a sink and a rolling supply cart that was stocked with a lot more than towels. Upon its surface sat an array of sweet smelling body oils, creams and scrubs, a thick velvet rope and a pair of shiny silver handcuffs. Tami trickled a few drops of oil into an incense burner and turned the knob on the wall beside the light switch that controlled the music volume in the room.
"Stay here and get comfy. I'll go get our clients," she coached.
I sat patiently and seductively on the arm of the couch as I waited for Tami to return with the two men. Wellington looked a little stiff and tired as he disrobed. His business associate was pumped and ready to go once Tami dropped her robe to the floor and guided him over to the table. She ordered him to get undressed before guiding him to lie down on his stomach. Then she placed a warm hand towel over his squishy backside. When Tami gave me the cue, I stood up and cracked my whip, pointing it at the other table.
Copyright © 2007 by Heather Hunter. All rights reserved.
