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I met Bill and Stacy by chance. I was having a late supper at one of my favorite restaurants in the Cleveland area. I was sitting at the bar that night. You can still get full dinner service at the bar at this place, an upscale restaurant probably best known as a steakhouse even though I was enjoying salmon that evening.

My job often takes me around the world on business. I meet with companies on technology, research and business. In this case, I was a few hours by car from home, starting a technology transfer to a new company located in the Cleveland area. This would end up being a multi-month commitment, where my job would be to come for a week to their location once a month, although at the beginning was going to be twice this month.

I had drove up in the morning and had the kickoff meeting on Friday afternoon, followed by a team building mixer. I had gone back to my hotel to drop off my things and then gone to the nearby restaurant I had been to before.

Bill and Stacy were already sitting at the bar when I arrived. The place was packed on a Friday night, but I was happy to sit at the bar for dinner. They placed me at the end of the long bar, where they were at the end of the bar on the diagonal to me. They were engaged in conversation with people standing with them when I arrived.

I started by getting a glass of red wine, while I looked at the menu and checked mails and messages on my phone. There was baseball on the bar televisions, a little noisy but not bad. Though I had intended to get a steak, I opted for the healthy choice because I had not worked out that day, a small salad and salmon.

I was part way through my entrée and my second glass of wine the first time I spoke to Stacy, or rather I should say she spoke to me.

"How do you like the salmon?", she said.

I responded, "Excellent". This was very true; I was quite happy with the selection.

It turns out they were regulars at the restaurant, with their business nearby it was often that they stopped off for a late supper or a drink before returning home.

I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115-pound build on my 5'7" frame. My athletic 34C -22-34 build tends to emphasize my natural breasts. I was 41 years old when this happened, though people guess I am in my early to mid-30's.

I guess Bill and Stacy were both in their mid-30's. Bill was handsome with brown hair and a rugged look. Stacy had black hair and a cute, perky look.

She was also very friendly, and we were having a nice polite chat while I finished eating. I had my third glass of wine while they reloaded also, him with bourbon over ice and her drinking martinis.

The key point of the conversation was when they learned I had had my birthday the day before, that Stacy reached into her purse and pulled out a business card. She wrote something on the back and then handed it to me.

Turns out they owned and operated a nearby spa where they featured massages.

She said, "If you have time, stop by for a free massage."

They had been open for about a year and a half, doing how what they described as nice business. They were small, so I could take a chance and just stop by, but better if I made an appointment in case they were occupied.

I love massages, and often get one when I travel if time permits. So this was indeed a nice opportunity, though I was not so motivated by the "free" aspect. I am paid well and paying would never be an obstacle if I was interested. But why not try it out since I would be visiting the area regularly over the next several months.

She continued, "Hey, no pressure. Of course, think it over and call if you are interested and want to make an appointment".

I did not really have to think about it, "Any openings tomorrow afternoon or early evening?"

Stacy pulled out her phone and started scrolling through the schedule, then said, "Tomorrow is just Bill and I, but the good news is we have some openings."

Stacy and I had been the only ones in the conversation so far, which had been going on for about 30 or 40 minutes. But this was when Bill chimed in, "I give much better massages than her."

He had a sly grin and Stacy gave him a fake elbow to the ribs, "Stop it!"

I smiled as it was clear he was just being a guy, but I looked at Stacy and said, "when do you have any openings?"

Bill laughed at the rebuke, "Dammit, foiled again".

Stacy asked, "would you prefer 2 pm or 4:30 pm?"

I chose the later appointment while Bill was paying their check. Sort of a mutual 'see you then'.

I was only their about 20 minutes longer, finishing my wine before heading back to the hotel.

The only reason that we started the business kickoff on a Friday was that I had been invited to a Sunday morning golf outing with the senior people with the company. But the result was that I would be staying this time for 7 full days.

My Saturday had only three items on the agenda. I would get the luxury to sleep in late, followed by a run and a workout, and now on the schedule was my massage.

I got up around 11 am and put on my running stuff. The area I was staying was a relatively upscale suburban part of Cleveland I knew relatively well from previous visits. There was a nice running trail and the weather was magnificent. I put in about 5 miles on partially paved and partially dirt pathways. Much of my route was in tree lined areas, very beautiful. Upon my return to the hotel gym area, I finished up with weights.

I picked up a Starbucks latte and a croissant for my brunch, appreciating that the day had gone so well. I had a little time before the massage, so I went back to the hotel and finished up some messages.

The spa building had a nice but simple look from the outside. It was an isolated building, but on a main street and not too far from a trendy shopping mall I had known from previous trips. I had driven by the place in the past but had never taken notice. There was no mention of the word "massage" on their building sign, listing only "Spa". The building was nicely maintained and landscaped, with parking around back with the entrance. There were a couple of cars in the parking lot, but I was not surprised by that as she had indicated it would only be Bill and Stacy (plus customers).

I arrived on time, where Stacy greeted me at the desk. She was dressed all in white, with plain golf style shirt and shorts. The place looked nice and professional. Very bright and well lit, some artwork and a very clean looking feel. I was very comfortable with what I had seen so far.

Stacy said, "Welcome, glad to see you."

I thanked her, saying, "Great idea. I might not have considered a massage for today, but now that I am here, it sounds awesome."

"That is great, I know you will enjoy it. Come on back."

I followed her back to the locker and shower areas. I looked like they had 6 private rooms, with a common shower, sauna and jacuzzi area. She let me to the locker area. Nice looking wood lockers, with a changing bench. There were men's and women's locker and changing rooms, separate shower areas, but the sauna and jacuzzi were common.

"Many of our customers will come early and make use of the sauna and jacuzzi, some like to use them afterwards. We have some limited space, so these areas are clothing optional. Usually that means the customers make those decisions among themselves depending on who is present."

I said, "I have been to many spas in Europe and am quite used to that arrangement. I like it."

She smiled, "We have never had a problem".

We went back to the locker area, "You can use the shower first and join me in room 2 when you are ready".

I mentioned that I had just showered at the hotel, so would be there shortly. She gave me a towel and I proceeded to get undressed. For this first time at the spa, if it had been Bill doing the massage, I would have worn a bathing suit. But since it was Stacy, I was nude underneath my towel.

The massage room itself was lovely. There was some light aromatherapy scent in the air, nothing too strong. The lighting was adjustable; she lowered the lights a little bit as I got on the table. They had all the details. The rooms were quiet, I could not hear anything else in the spa. She had an i-pod playing some playlist. Very nice, as it switched from some new age to popular songs on low.

I had put my face in the table hole while Stacy had adjusted my towel to expose my back.

"Beth, any injuries or sore areas?"

I responded that I had been running earlier and my legs were a little sore, but otherwise nothing. She then asked if I liked light or hard massage, to which I replied 'regular'. She replied, "great but let me know once we get started if you want it lighter or harder".

She had been touching my back during this part of the conversation, then started to rub oil on me. Her hands were very strong as she did all the normal moves; obviously a professional masseuse.

We had a nice conversation throughout the massage. She was asking what I did, where I lived, basic getting to know each other conversation.

I learned that she and Bill opened the spa after he had received a buyout from his job of 15 years and they decided on this different career path for the both of them. They had been high school sweethearts, working at the same company. He got a buyout during a business downturn, but she had quit to start the business together. They did not have k**s.

The spa business had been going very well, with the main concern being how many employees to have and to be comfortable with them. The spa business has a seedy reputation in some circles, and they were careful to avoid situations where they could have trouble or put the business at risk. They had also been cultivating a certain clientele and there success was based on these regular customers. But when things were going right, it was also very profitable.

The massage itself was seamless as she practiced good towel etiquette on shifting over to my legs. The oil was lovely, the room temperature was perfect, and Stacy was a very good masseuse.

Our conversation was only interrupted when she got a flinch from me when she was rubbing deep into my thigh.

"Are you OK?", she asked.

I replied, "Yes, fine, thank you. Just a little sore, I guess".

"No worries, I can work that out for you." And true to form, she was a little gentler as she resumed, but gradually getting harder as she worked out the kinks.

She asked how I was doing, to which I replied, "Great, you got whatever was there, thank you. You are very good."

I continued, "I love to get massages. Often when I travel, especially in Europe, I try to get one when possible."

I talked about how I was less enamored with Asian massages, as the style and atmosphere is not so easy, sometimes communication as well. But I knew a good massage and was glad to be here.

She did my other leg, but this time started gentle on my thigh before getting harder at the end. She followed with more towel etiquette, moving the towel away completely as I felt the oil on my butt.

Stacy was very casual as she started to massage my butt, and our conversation continued normally as before. She had not traveled too much, so was fascinated with many questions about how other spas did things, how they compared and could improve.

I complimented her on the details I had noticed so far, all very positive. They had not wanted to afford taking out a franchise from one of the brand name spas, but they were also a little nervous it seems on how they compared. As I have been to some, I was able to draw distinctions and comparisons which she also found valuable.

During all this time, again her massage was great. After my workouts, sometimes there is nothing better than a good rub down and I was very comfortable.

Bottom line - I told her the place and the massage were top notch and they had nothing to be nervous about, they should be proud what they had built.

"That is very sweet, thank you."

Stacy then briefly went over my whole body from shoulders to feet with a combination of light and feather touch, before saying "time to turn over".

Stacy held up the towel high for privacy as I flipped over. She first laid the towel over my entire body as she then brought over another towel for my head and neck. She folded the towel down to my waist and placed a smaller towel over my breasts.

She oiled her hands and began with my neck reaching her fingers underneath and to the sides. She followed up with my upper shoulders before moving to my stomach. My writing may make it seem very quick transitions, but nothing of the sort as she spent what seemed the right amount of attention in each place.

Maybe the other departure from normal was that instead of asking whether I wanted my breasts included in the massage, that she just proceeded casually by removing the small towel.

We were still discussing massage practice in various places when I noted that small point, that often people ask first. But I had to acknowledge that was almost the rule with a male masseur and more common than not with a female.

She paused for a second, as if not sure how to proceed, when I said, "I did not mean for you to stop. It felt lovely and I always say yes".

She laughed a little, and continued the massage, "Bill has always wanted me to get a boob job, if he saw yours, he would be after me again."

She did not appear small, maybe a small B cup, but I had to admit she was smaller than me.

I said, "I am not sure if men are ever satisfied, and friends I know who have had them done are about 50/50 whether they regretted it or not. I have no advice on that."

Stacy replied, "I have heard about the same. That is partly why I have been reluctant".

I continued, but laughed a little as I said, "I do not have a lot of experience feeling women's boobs, but I have felt a couple of times where it appeared natural and difficult to tell, and other times where they felt hard and easy to detect were fake".

She sort of sighed as she said, "Well, no doubt here."

I laughed, "Yeah, they are not bad."

She gave them one final squeeze, including a little nipple pinch to each, before moving on.

She managed towels again to expose my legs but did not recover my chest. Her hands felt great on my legs again, both at my calves and thighs. That is what five miles will do to you.

I gave another involuntary flinch when she got to my upper thigh, basically in the same place as when I had been laying on my stomach.

She commented, "same place, we will take care of that again."

Conversation among women can jump all over and this was one occasion. Somehow the discussion was back to me, we had covered already professional and now we went into personal situation. I have never been married, but often been in stable relationships. No c***dren.

As Stacy had been with Bill since high school, my situation being quite different, she seemed fascinated. Probably people are always thinking someone else's situation may seem more desirable, but she did not give off that vibe at all about her relationship with her husband.

"Not a jealous bone in his body, always been that way. We are very fortunate that we are so compatible."

Somehow that dialog morphed into the spa business again, where we got onto the discussion about the ratio of men to women clients. She did not know what it was like elsewhere, but at their place it was about 60-70% male clients, partially why they needed extra female employees. I guess this would be obvious to most people, but almost all male customers want a female masseuse. On the other hand, female customers are split about 50/50 on whether they prefer a male or female masseuse.

Apparently, they discussed before opening the spa how each of them would feel with their spouse giving massages to their clients. This had been healthy for them as they really both confirmed none of that was a problem.

By this time in the massage, Stacy had my leg bent back to the side as she worked more on my thighs. I was still covered at my pelvic area, and she was working on the same areas she had done before. On the other hand, I could not help but think she had gone high up on my leg and the towel may not be covering me very well.

It was still a very professional massage, but I could feel my nipples harden involuntarily. I wondered whether she had noticed or not. But as we were still conversing and she often looked at me while we talked, I thought she probably had.

I had to admit that she got the kink out of my thigh again as she switched over to the other leg. As continued the massage, the discussion again continued on the spa and how one lesson learned in opening the spa had been getting good people was important and how that it had not been that easy.

I gave the same flinch on my left leg when she got to the thigh, but she was careful as before in working it out. Perhaps this time the towel had ridden up a bit so that I was fairly sure there was a lot visible.

I had not quite understood what she was getting at, as I mentioned that I think almost all small businesses suffer that problem.

She paused a moment, before saying, "masseuses typically make a decent amount of money on tips, so sometimes they are ...not careful."

I had not really caught on fully yet, but suddenly it dawned on me, "Ohhhhhh...I think I see what you mean."

Stacy said, "There is no way to know everything that goes on in the room, but we don't want to have our business put at risk."

I said, "I get it".

Stacy said, "Maybe you don't. Some of the customers have expectations..."

I was beginning to follow her.

She continued, "The people we hire have to be perceptive, discrete, professional and not willing to take chances. It is not always easy."

I let that hang in the air for a bit, the first pause in our conversation. I finally mentioned, "Frankly I had not thought about that before, but I begin to follow you."

She responded, "That is because you are preceptive".

She had gotten the kink out of my leg again, finishing up with a very hard rub of the affected area.

Stacy finished up this leg with the very light and feather touch of my thigh. Even though the room was perfect temperature, I got goose bumps all over my body.

Stacy noticed and laughed, "Wow, that was a strong response. How are you feeling?"

"Fantastic", I replied, "you are very good at this".

She removed the small towel, so I was now fully nude with my goose bumps and hard nipples. She dripped oil over my entire body, dripping on my chest and stomach and legs. She did a light rub of the oil to smooth it all in everywhere.

Whether she had noticed my nipples before or not, I could not be sure. But she noticed now as her fingers did a light circling trace around them and they hardened even a little more.

She rubbed my arms again lightly, lifting each one so my hand was on her shoulder while she did lightly massage them. I had my eyes closed during this final stage, but as she lowered my arms each time, I felt my relaxed fingertips slide against her breast on the way down. With the second arm, she had lowered a little slower.

As the last words she had spoken had been 'you are very perceptive', I began to wonder.

There was another opportunity for my perceptive powers to come into play when she did my legs. As she raised each leg up to stretch me and push back against me, I felt my foot on her breast with her hand around my ankle. She repeated the same move on my other leg and then moved up to my side again.

After this was over and I was laying flat again, I lifted a little at my hips to readjust. While I had not had my legs squeezed together, after my adjustment my legs were now a little farther apart. Not spread wide, but enough.

Stacy and I were quiet now, but I felt her drip more oil onto my stomach, lower abdomen and upper thighs. I felt some drips of oil between my legs as well.

She was moving her hands around lightly but also relatively quickly, one hand on my leg, one hand on my stomach. She would move them up and down, as far down as my lower thigh and as high as my stomach, bring them together on the side nearest to where she was standing. I felt her hands reach over to my other side and repeated the same pattern.

Then instead of going up and down, she went back and forth, her one hand moving from one leg to the other.

"Still doing alright?"

I replied, "Mmmmmm, yes".

I felt her put a little pressure on my knee as she pulled my leg closer to her. She did the same thing on my other leg, pushing it away a little farther.

I felt her drip oil over my pussy directly this time, and then her one hand slide up to my breast and the other hand slowly moving up my thigh.

I felt the slightest touch of her finger on my pussy lips. I suspected it was coming, but I flinched a little anyway.

"Oops, sorry," she replied, but her hand was still high up on my leg.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her smiling face. I picked up my head toward her. Stacy moved her hand from my breast to the back of my head for support as she leaned down to kiss me.

Our kiss was not a light peck on the lips. Our open mouths met and melted together as she lowered my head back to the table while we kissed, our tongues exploring. It was not a rough kiss, but a perfect kiss.

I also felt Stacy begin to stroke my pussy. I was very wet anyway, but the combination of my natural wetness and the oil made it very easy for her finger to penetrate me. We never stopped our kiss, but I moaned anyway.

Stacy lifted and looked down at me, "I was hoping you would let me..."

She immediately moved down the table and spread my legs further as I felt her mouth engulf my pussy. She dove in at first, then began to lick while her arm moved up to squeeze my breast. I groaned. It was not going to be too long before I would orgasm. She had made me horny during the massage, but she also knew what she was doing now with my pussy and I was in heaven.

I reached down to pull her up. She looked up at me inquisitively, but I was insistent. She stood up and approached me, leaning down to kiss me.

But I paused her and pulled up on her shirt. She laughed and began to unbutton her shirt while I squeezed her breast. Soon she was topless and leaned down again so I could suck on her nipple while she fingered my pussy.

After a little while she was going to return to my pussy but laughed again when I pulled at her shorts. She started to unfasten them while I had reached to feel her pussy. She kicked off her shoes and then understood my signal for her to climb on top in a 69 position.

I was pleased to find that Stacy was fully wet also. Her pussy tasted lovely as I sort of matched her approach of diving in followed by licking. I could feel her spasm a couple of times and pause as I licked her clit. The way it was going we were headed to both cumming at the same time. Somehow that thought brought me closer and maybe her sensing that I could feel her cum while I licked her. True to form, I came intensely and for a long time. There is no doubt about when or if I am having an orgasm, the same could be said for Stacy.

We could both feel when the other had finished. Stacy climbed down from the table, but then climbed up again, this time laying on top while we kissed.

I finally said, "Oh my god, you are unbelievable. I have not cum that hard in a while."

She replied, "Me too, normally I do not do that with the customers".

When I looked a little puzzled, she said, "...let them bring me to orgasm. This is unusual."

My own lesbian experiences have been generally wonderful, but also not that common. This one had been totally unplanned and totally wonderful.

I said, "I have only been with women a few times in my life, but if they were all like this, I would give up men." That was not true, but I was trying to make a point.

We kissed again.

Stacy replied, "yeah, that was great."

I said, "I am going to have to come back."

She quickly replied, "yeah, I want to talk to you about that."

I looked at her a little puzzled, but she continued, "Go ahead and shower if you like. Of course, you are welcome to use the jacuzzi and sauna if you like. But we went over a little and I will have another client a little later."

"I fully understand. Go do whatever you need to do."

I got up and wrapped a towel around me as I headed to the locker room. I quickly showered to remove the oil, but when I got out, Stacy was there.

She said, "I have a few minutes before I get busy, Bill is setting up the room for me..."

I had already decided that I was going to tip her, especially in view of the free massage. I had noticed the rate was $100 for a one-hour massage. Even though we went probably 90 minutes, the reason she was running late, I had thought a $100 tip was about right. I reached it out to her, but she waved me off.

I said, "Please take it. I appreciate the free massage, but I don't want to walk out without giving you something."

She said, "That is what I want to take to you about. What I want to know is whether you might be interested to work here part time as a masseuse."

Frankly speaking, I was a bit floored by the proposal.

She continued, "I know you are in the area for work, so I know you cannot put in a lot of hours. One of our trusted masseuses is on vacation right now and we are a little short. And we probably have enough business that we can use you even when she returns."

I was quiet and she noticed. She said, "No obligation at all, we fully understand if this is not for you. But I thought to take the chance that you might be interested. And you don't need to decide now. If you like, you could also try one and see if you like it."

I had been thinking all the while as she was talking. There was some appeal for sure, but also apprehension.

I said, "First of all, thank you for the offer. I am flattered. It is one of those bucket list kind of fantasies. But of course, you know I have no formal training. I love massage and have had many, but no training."

She said, "I first had the idea when you were telling me all the details of the chain massage places, your experience in Europe and other places. You knew so many details that I would say you know a lot already."

I replied, "Let me ask you candidly. Based on your comments about perception, discretion, etc., what goes on in the rooms? What are the customer expectations? Based on your comments, I expect I would be giving massages to mostly men. Especially what are their expectations?"

Stacy said, "Those are exactly all the right questions. I will tell you the deal would be that you would not be paid a salary, but you would get $20 for each session, plus whatever you would get in tips."

I was about to remind her that I had a good job already...

Stacy continued, "I know that is not what would motivate you, but just wanted to be clear. What happens in the room is up to you. It can be nothing more than a massage. You are right, there are guys who want the happy ending. We are very careful about that, always telling them this is not that kind of place. On the other hand, for our regular clients, that can occur. There, that is out on the table."

I was a little stunned, but not entirely surprised either.

She continued, "Even for our regulars who might get that, you would not be obligated. You can just say, 'I don't do that'. End of story. I think you would have the perception and discretion to choose wisely and not put the business at risk. I will candidly tell you that police come to all these kinds of places occasionally. Not often, but they do. We have advance notice when that is going to happen."

"Let me ask you Stacy, you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but is that kind of service something you provide?"

"Yes. Not to everyone, but yes."

There was a pause in the air again as I let all of it sink in.

Stacy said, "So here is a quick question, easy to just say no if you want. It is around 6:15 now. My next client will be here anytime, and I will be tied up. We have a problem that we are double booked, thinking that our other masseuse was going to be here."

She continued, laughing, "We cannot really give him to Bill..." I smiled also. "We also do not have a contact number to reschedule. So either we send him away or ask him to come back later, or... you can take it if you want to try."

I probably gave the wrong response, "Stacy, I don't have anything to wear..."

She cut me off. "We have everything you need".

"I am not sure about this...", I replied. But I also had to admit to myself that the idea was thrilling too.

"Stacy, I am really nervous about this. But what the heck. It would be interesting, and with no obligation, I guess I can give it a shot."

She was bubbly, "That is fantastic! Thank you for helping us out. I will be right back."

Stacy came back with Bill. "Beth has agreed to take our double booking. Bill will bring him back to the lockers, all that intro stuff, including meeting him at the desk. You just do the massage."

Bill gave me a big smile and thanked me.

Stacy said, "Ok, let's get you some shorts and a shirt."

It ended up that I could wear Stacy's shorts easily enough, but her shirt was tight. We ended up that I wore one of Bill's spare shirts. A little baggy, but OK. There were options such as wearing a little Oriental style silk robe over bra and panties, or a wife beater kind of tank top t-shirt, but it seemed wise to go with the conservative outfit.

I had a lot of butterflies, wondering if I had made the right decision or not.

There was not a lot of time before the moment of truth. Stacy took the first one to show up. There had not been time to find out whether both clients were of equal importance or not. But once she led him to the locker room, the I found out that indeed the client she just took was a regular.

Bill said the other client had been there either once or twice before and had made the appointment through another masseuse. He said there was a chance he would not show up at all, they were a little confused about that themselves, and I think a little annoyed with the other masseuse for the uncertainty. But when Bill saw someone pulling into the parking lot through the security camera, he gave me a smile and said, "I think you are on."

Stacy had already gone back to her room. I was going to be using room 2 again. Bill had already cleaned and set it up again. Stacy left her i-pod for me, so music was not a concern. Apparently, she had another music setup for her 'new room'. Bill told me this client's name; "Also Bill, but not me".

I smiled and waited in the employee lounge. Bill came in eventually and said he was back showering and changing. He pointed out a little light board on the wall which would tell me when he got to the room.

Bill said, "When the light comes on, means he has gone in and closed the door. Give him a minute to get himself on the table and then knock on the door and go in. Break a leg."

He smiled, "Relax. From what Stacy tells me, you are going to have no problem at all."

I give speeches in front of big audiences all the time, but still get nervous right before it is my turn. I have a little ritual to calm myself and tried to apply it this time as well with moderate success.

I gulped when I saw the light go on, looked at the clock and waited.

I knocked on the door and went in, Bill was already laying down on his stomach.

I said, "Hi, you must be Bill. I am Beth. I will be giving you your massage today."

He reached out his hand, "Nice to meet you Beth. Are you new here?"

I laughed, "Yes, just started. But I will take good care of you. Please relax."

I continued, "Any injuries or sore spots that I should know about."

"Just my lower back and legs are sore from golf."

I said, "No worries, I play myself and know where you would get sore". Which was true.

I adjusted the towel to expose his back, covering his butt and legs. Then I followed the same procedures I knew from many massages and from what I had just received from Stacy.

I dripped oil onto Bill's back. I did not have a good look at him yet, but I guessed he was about 50 or so, maybe a little under 6 foot and if I had to guess, maybe about 190 pounds. Anyway, not overweight, but not an athlete either.

I had already decided to be light on verbal banter but did not want to be rude either. So, while I first time put my hands on his back, I started some conversation.

"Bill, please let me know at any time if you are uncomfortable. Let me know if I am being too hard or you have any preference."

He mouthed, "OK", but then was silent. I asked if he had played golf today, how he had done, where did he play.

It turns out he is a pretty good golfer if he was telling the truth, about 10 over par. I did not recognize the course, but almost anywhere you shoot that score means you are good.

I told him that he would beat me, as I am more of an 18 handicap.

I did not mind the conversation, but I was also concentrating on doing my job. Oiling his arms and back, pressing into the muscles. I like giving amateur massages, usually to boyfriends, but truth be told, usually there is no way to finish those massages before it leads to sex. I smiled to myself, as we were trying to avoid that.

We had been going on now for a few minutes when I asked how he was feeling. "Perfect" was a good reply to hear. So apparently, I had been getting the pressure about right and not making any critical mistakes. I had been standing at his side for most of his back, but now moved near his head for the up and down treatment.

At various stages I was asking how he was doing, always getting a positive reply.

Eventually I moved down to his legs, standing at the side of table again as I moved the towel again. Candidly, I assumed he was nude underneath but did not know for sure.

We talked occasionally, just for me to make sure he was good with everything. I found out he had been to this spa two times before, both times with Susan. He had expected her today. I apologized and told him I was very new here and had not idea where she was. He seemed to be very understanding.

I had all the time been doing a deep massage, sometimes breaking the pattern to stretch his arms or legs. But it all seemed to be going well. I had just done his upper legs when I had one moment of personal crisis. It was time to massage his butt. I had toyed with the idea of skipping that but got over what would have been a bad idea. All professional massages I have ever had included the buttocks.

Without missing a beat, I removed the towel and dripped oil onto his butt. Bill was a little tense and I told him to relax as I rubbed in the oil. I pressed down reasonably hard with my palms, doing the best I knew how to do in simulating what I had received.

After the right amount of time focused on his butt, I did the light rub over his entire body from shoulders to feet and it was time for him to turn over. I held the towel up for privacy as he turned over.

As I laid the towel to cover him from chest to ankles with the towel, it was only a single layer thick. To my non-surprise really, it was apparent through the towel that he had a decent erection. I folded the towel down to his waist to cover him a with another layer as I exposed his chest.

We had a little more dialog as I massaged his chest. As I had surmised, he was height-weight proportional, but probably not to the gym that often either. All good.

I asked if his shoulder or chest were sore from the golf, but he said he was fine there, probably more in need of his legs. I worked on his arms a bit after finishing his chest, doing as Stacy had done for me by putting his hand on my shoulder while I rubbed in the oil. He kept his hand where I had placed it, but I did feel a couple of squeezes on my shoulders.

When I had placed his hands at his sides after massaging each arm, I did feel him move his hands slightly outward so that the edge of his hand was touching my leg. He was not blatant about it, but it was not quite an accident either.

He was about half and half whether his eyes were open or closed. When I would glance at him looking, I would smile and ask how he was doing, it was always followed by the response 'great, thank you'.

I went down to the end of the table near his feet as I worked on his lower legs, then moved to the side of the bench again as I started on his thighs. There was a point on his thigh where Bill commented, "Right there."

That was OK, I had a similar reaction when Stacy was working on me. So I was fine with helping him work out his soreness. As I worked on the area, asking him how this was feeling, he said, "that's it, this is helping a lot."

I got more oil and slicked down the area, saying, "Tell me is this is too hard." I pressed harder and he tensed up a little at first, but then relaxed.

"No, that felt great".

I continued in the area, needing to go slightly under the towel. I was about ready to move to the other leg when Bill said, "Yes, that feels great."

I stayed a little longer before finally switching over to the other leg. I had been glancing at the clock a little bit, not bored, but trying to manage the time to finish a close to where we were supposed to.

I moved to the other side of the table, one hand on his chest and one hand on his leg, asking, "Still doing well Bill?"

He replied, "Yes, this is very nice. Thank you."

I had to admit he had been polite and respectful throughout. I had no complaints.

I started on his right thigh using both hands side by side as I kneaded his muscles.

I was looking at him when I asked, "Are you sore here too Bill?"

"Yes, this side is about the same. The way you did it before was great, that was about the right amount of pressure."

He asked, "You give a really nice massage Beth. Where did you get trained?"

My reply was, "Oh, I am not a licensed massage ther****t, just picked it up through experience. I hope everything is OK."

He said, "No, I was just curious. I like your technique."

I smiled back and said, "Thank you, you are very kind."

I focused back on his leg when I felt the back of his hand against my leg. If was more of a glancing touch, but it was clearly intentional. I was trying to decide whether to move, say something, move his hand away...

But I kept working on his leg again instead. I looked back at him, "Still doing OK, is this hard enough?"

He was smiling, and replied, "Yes, very nice thank you."

I had decided to tolerate a lot within reason. Afterall, part of this was to help out Bill and Stacy. Even though the customer had only been there a couple times, he was a potential regular. I also had the impression from Stacy that the end of the massage commonly had some activity. I had not had to cope with that yet.

He had moved his hand slightly so that now I felt his fingers on the back of my thigh, just lightly touching me. It would have been called a feather touch.

He mentioned similarly as with his other leg when I found the spot on his thigh where he wanted extra attention, "Yes, right there." It was high up on his leg, but there was still the towel covering him. With the multiple layers of the towel on him as it had been folded, it was not clear if he still had an erection. But I suspected that was the case.

I think as Bill suspected we were getting close to finishing; he gave my thigh a little squeeze. I was still OK with that kind of touching, so I looked back and smiled.

I guess he took that as an opening, saying, "Susan and I usually came to an agreement for finishing up."

I said, "I am not sure what you mean. Sorry, but I am new here."

With his left hand, he began to pull the towel away. I caught the end of the towel before he became fully exposed, saying, "I was told by the owners that we don't do that here. I am not looking for any trouble."

He continued to look at me, "I promise I am not a cop, and I promise I will not tell anyone."

The dilemma was that I believed him, that he had likely come to an accommodation with the other masseuse. I also had the impression that if Stacy were here instead that she would have had no problem.

I turned around to get the oil bottle from the table. When I turned around, Bill had removed the towel. He was in roughly a semi-erect state, laying flat off to one side. I would have said he was a bit above normal in size.

I think Bill took my silence as some sort of agreement, which in fact was correct. I dribbled a little bit of oil onto his cock and he inhaled deeply as I took him in my hand.

I looked up at him as I gave him a couple of strokes, then said, "Not a word to anyone."

He had his head lifted as he was watching, nodded a couple of times, "Agreed".

I could feel him getting harder in my hand as I stroked him. I reached around with my other hand to rub his balls as he sighed.

I felt him reaching higher on my leg with his hand, going under my shorts. But the shorts themselves prevented him from getting too far.

He changed tactics with his hand as he reached up to touch my breast. He looked up at me to make sure he was not over the line. I did not give him permission but did not remove his hand either. As I was also looking to get him finished quickly, I briefly stopped stroking him and reached down to untuck my shirt. I pulled it over my head, then reached behind to remove my bra.

It was as if he could not believe his luck as he reached back up to squeeze my breast now free and exposed.

I took his full hard cock back in my hand and resumed jacking him off. The way he was responding I suspected he would not be too long before achieving orgasm. I clutched him a little harder and quicker and soon he came onto my hand. He had a muffled groan as he seemed to realize he needed to remain relatively quiet. I continued to stroke him, but now a little less urgently. He began to relax a little bit now as he lowered his hand to caress my leg again.

I turned back to the table to get some tissues to clean us both up.

He started to sit up as I put on my bra.

Bill said, "Thank you Beth, that was great. I appreciate it."

"You're welcome Bill. My pleasure. I hope you come back."

He replied, "Believe me, I will be back. Glad you came to work here."

I put my shirt back on and smiled, touched his arm, "Are you interested to use the sauna or jacuzzi? I left a little oil on you, so you might want to use the shower rather than get it on your clothes. Otherwise I can see you upfront when you are ready."

He had not put his towel back on yet, just standing nude while we chatted. Darned though if it didn't appear that he was starting to get hard again.

I smiled and left him to it. I collected up the used towels and took them to the laundry room. I was not sure how to set up the room again, or how that was done.

I saw Stacy and Bill sitting in the lounge. They both looked at me expectantly, but without saying anything, sort of asking how it went.

I volunteered, "Sorry we went a little over time, but I think everything went great. He seemed very happy and said he would for sure be returning".

The last comment was really what they were hoping to hear, as they smiled.

"I think he is just taking a shower. Maybe you could help me upfront when he leaves, not sure if he wants to set up another appointment..."

Stacy got up and we walked to the desk. She said, "Everything go OK?"

I whispered back, "He left very happy. I am good too."

She did not push for details, but we sat down behind the desk together. I said, "I guess it was a little weird giving a massage for the first time, but I got through it. A unique experience. He had certain expectations from his previous appointments with Susan, but he wasn't a jerk, very polite and respectful. We never discussed tip or anything like that. I had told him that 'we don't do that here'. But ended up giving him a hand job."

Stacy smiled, "Yeah, that is basically how it works. We don't want the jerks here anyway. But if we can get regular customers with good behavior...this is sort of normal."

"I had gotten that impression, and truth be told, I sort of enjoyed it, or at least did not mind."

She nodded, obviously knew what I meant.

I asked, "So Stacy, I guess since this is a normal session, Bill is OK with you being with other men this way?"

She said, "We love each other dearly, but we also are swingers. He knows this is going on and I know he enjoys some of the female clients. This is all transparent with us. Not this client, but some of our swing partners have become clients."

I let that sink in as there had been a lot of new experience all day, starting with my lovely encounter with Stacy, my first "massage" with Bill, and then then revelation of their marital situation.

I finally replied, "You two have set up a pretty interesting environment. I am impressed." My own comment, after I said it, did not seem very responsive. But I was still processing all the information.

About this time Bill had finished his shower and come up to the desk. I greeted him, "All set?"

He said to the both of us, "I like your new employee, hope you keep her around."

Stacy responded, "We like her too, going to work on that. Stay tuned."

I chimed in, "Wow, sounds like a conspiracy. But thank you."

Everybody chuckled. Bill reached over with some bills folded and slipped them into my shorts pocket. "Thank you, Beth".

I responded, "You are most welcome. We hope you join us again."

Stacy asked, "Are you interested to make another appointment?"

He looked over at me, "What days do you work Beth?"

I sort of fumbled the response, "We have not worked that out yet. How about give a call back after we talk about schedules?"

Bill responded, "Will do." He leaned over and gave me a light hug. "See you next time."

He left and Stacy looked over at me, "Seems you made a good impression."

I looked at the tip in front of Stacy. He had left $100, which was on top of the spa fee of $100. It seemed generous to me.

Stacy said, "That is really good for only a hand job". She seemed to be double checking whether there had been more.

I commented, "That was it, although I took off my shirt and bra and let him play with my boobs a little."

She gave my breast a little squeeze, "Can't blame him for that." I just smiled, remembering out own session.

I handed her the tip, "Here is my own tip for my wonderful massage."

She would have none of that, "No, no, no. We told you already that you got us out of a jam tonight. You keep all tips."

Stacy continued, "C'mon back for a minute."

We went back to the lounge where husband Bill was still sitting. Stacy told him, "Our customer was really impressed with Beth, wanted to make another appointment with her."

"Oh, really? Very nice. How did you like it Beth?"

I was candid with them both, "Very interesting experience, cannot say that I was surprised any part of the way. But I did enjoy it also."

Stacy chimed in, "What about it, want to do more while you are in town?"

I had already realized this was coming, so I said, "Yes, but obviously my hours are quite limited. I am going to be in town until I drive back on Friday, then I come back in two weeks. Then probably one week a month through the end of the year. If you guys need fixed hours, that is going to be difficult as I will have some evening obligations from time to time."

They essentially responded in unison, "Deal."

I continued, "I do not even know what days you are open, and I do not want to come in every day. And on the days I come in, probably earliest would be around 5:30"

They were very flexible. We ended up deciding that I would try to come in Sunday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. They were usually closed on Monday and Thursdays. I would be usually driving up on Sunday afternoons, could work the evening. I would usually be driving back on Friday afternoons. I learned they had flexible closing times. Usually they closed at 9 pm, but they would stay open longer if they had customers.

We looked at schedules for even the next day, agreed it would be helpful if I could come in around 2:45 pm and they would plan to give me clients at 3 and 5, then I could take off afterward.

The only other topic we discussed was clothing, as my borrowed shorts and shirt felt stopgap.

Stacy said, "Keep those of course. We should be able to scrounge up other short and shirts that should fit better. Of course, we have the robe options if you like and we can pick up other items if you have a preference."

I grabbed the clothes I had worn in and went back to the locker room to change. I guess I could have changed in front of them but needed a little space at that moment. A lot had happened.

I got dressed, walked back to the lounge where they were still sitting, said "OK, see you tomorrow."

Stacy got up and gave me a short hug, smiled.

I responded, "Thanks for today."

I needed a drink, and of course I was also a little hungry. Avoided the restaurant where I had met them, but I needed a glass of wine.

I was calm, but I also wanted to relax. I drank my first glass a little quickly, but it did help. I wanted to understand what had happened today and try to be truthful to myself with why it happened and how I was feeling.

The closest I could come to analyzing everything was that when I traveled, even for work, that it felt a bit like vacation. When away from home, I tend to act differently, more wary of my surroundings, but also less inhibited. I suppose it is a little like the expression, 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.'

I like my opportunities to loosen up and get a little wild.


I got up Sunday morning feeling good about the previous day. I was enthusiastic to go back in later in the day. I went out and had breakfast, also went to the mall to pick up some 'work supplies', meaning my own clothing selections. As these items were likely to encounter oil, I did not want to spend too much, but I also wanted to have enough for the rest of the week.

I bought a couple of simple golf style shirts of my size, as well as a couple pairs of shorts. I picked up some additional bra and panty sets. I wanted to keep my regular gear for my regular work outfits. I also bought one bra and panty set to match the silk robe in case I decided to go that route for a session. Finally, I bought some yoga pants and a sports bra. I might end up using items from home on subsequent trips, but I had enough for the rest of this week, and none of these items would go to waste, as they could be worn at home.

I arrived on time, as I always do. Today I wore in a yellow golf shirt with navy shorts.

Stacy saw me as I came in, gave me a hug and nice greeting. She asked, "Did you have a good evening?"

I replied, "Yes, thank you. I enjoyed yesterday, interested to see what today brings."

She told me Bill was already with a client, she and I would both have our own 3 pm clients.

Stacy brought me to the desk, looked over the schedule, saying, "I will leave it to your preference on our 3 pm clients. Both are regulars, one man, one woman. Have a preference, or want more details?"

I replied, "It doesn't have to be that way Stacy, if you have a preference, I will be fine either way. But probably I would be more comfortable with the man."

She said, "No, that's fine with me too. As you know, I like the ladies...", as she paused for effect. I got it and smiled back. But she continued, "But I also like the guys."

I responded, "Well, as you know, I also like the ladies...". We both laughed.

Stacy confirmed she had given him a massage before. She said, "Jim is probably my age, nice guy, you will like him."

I said, "Please be straight with me. What level is he expecting?"

She replied, "I have fucked him, but that came after several sessions. I think he will be happy with a handjob or a blowjob if you are willing."

That was more or less what I had guessed. Stacy probably saw my nervousness, "Still OK if you want to switch and take the lady."

I had my out, but said, "No, that's OK, I just wanted to know the lay of the land first."

My client arrived before Stacy's, so we decided that I would check him in so he was not disappointed in case he had been looking forward to seeing her.

I met him at the desk, "Hi, you must be Jim. I'm Beth, I will be with you today."

He was nice looking, maybe about 5"10" and fit. As Stacy said, I guessed about 35. He said, "Hi Beth, nice to meet you."

He followed me in back, clearly knew the place, probably better than me. I told him we would be in room 4 and he should come in when ready. I wasn't nervous though; he was a regular and seemed like a nice guy.

Jim got up on the table without needing to be told. I adjusted his towel, asked the standard questions about injuries, sore spots, etc. He said he had no problems, just here to relax today.

We had some chit chat, but not too much. He seemed to prefer a quiet massage, about normal pressure. We got through his entire backside, including full nude including massaging his butt as usual. He indicated on a few occasions that he was good and enjoying the massage.

I had him flip over at the appropriate time. I dripped oil on his chest and stomach, and his legs. Before I could begin rubbing it in, he moved his hand to my lower back and lightly caressed me. I looked over at him, saw him smiling. I began to massage his chest and stomach, meanwhile his hand covered more territory, moving around from my lower back to my ass. Not aggressively or I might have stopped him or slowed him down.

I continued to massage his chest, but my hands also moved to his stomach and lower abs. He was in good shape overall, obviously worked out. I moved down the table to do his legs. He could still touch me but really only his fingertips made it to my waist. After applying oil to both legs, I moved to the end of the table to work on his calves. I then moved to the other side of the table to start on his left thigh. This time it was his left hand which started to touch me.

I said, "How do you like the massage so far?" He replied great, and I continued, "Stacy told me you were a regular client and to treat you well. So let me know if you need anything."

But at the same time, I was saying this, I had both hands on his inner thigh rubbing the oil in. I had gotten very high up, with maybe a slight touch against his balls under the towel.

"I am doing great, thank you. Good to know Stacy talked to you."

I moved around to his right leg, repeating the pattern as before.

I slipped off the towel and he already had an erection. Not full hard yet. He was about average length, but thick. I wasn't about pretense, so I reached over to grab his cock in my hand.

I said, "Stacy told me you were a nice guy and I would like you."

I stopped stroking him for a moment, so I could take off my shirt and bra. I said, "Don't want to get oil on my clothes, hope you don't mind."

He lifted off the table enough so both hands went to my breasts. He did a few squeezes and then laid back down. I moved a little closer to him so he could take my breast in his mouth. When he started to suck, I took his cock back in my hand, reaching down first to massage his balls. He moaned a little, but still sucked on my boobs.

Finally, he pulled his head back and laid back down. He had gotten fully hard through the stroking with my hand.

I looked at him and smiled, then shifted my position so I was standing nearer to his legs. I had leaned over to put my tongue on the tip of his cock while I held him in my hand and pulled him closer. As I licked the head of his cock, I was looking up at Jim, who was staring at me also with a smile.

I smiled back for a moment while I licked him, then took him deeply into my mouth. He tensed and moaned at the same time. Seemed to be enjoying it.

"Are you OK Jim, want me to stop?"

He laughed, "No, I think this is ..."

Before he continued, I had dived back onto his cock, taking almost all of him into m mouth. If he wasn't so thick, I probably could have taken all of him.

I had already decided he was going to get a blowjob when Stacy gave me the choice of massaging the male or female clients. When she said he was a regular and that she had fucked him, I was certain. But I was not sure I wanted to fuck him either. Maybe I would need to ease into that, maybe on a future session.

But that did not stop me from letting him grab my ass while I sucked his cock. He was tugging on my shorts, so I paused long enough to slip them off. But I kept on my panty. I let him rub my pussy. No doubt he could tell I was wet, but I wanted to satisfy him with my mouth.

He was close I could tell. He liked it when I sucked on his balls while stroking him, but it was the deep throating that really turned him on.

He said, "I'm going to cum..."

I continued to suck him and then felt the first spurt into my mouth. He was groaning during his orgasm, and it felt like he had a big load. I did not swallow it yet but lifted up and showed him my open mouth before then swallowing.

He said, "Oh my god, that was great. He had a little more cum on the tip of his cock, so I took him back into my mouth and gently sucked the rest. His cock began to relax, though he was lightly groaning as I lightly sucked him. Undoubtedly, he was sensitive after his orgasm, but of course he did not resist this 'cleanup activity'.

Jim got up from the table finally and we both got dressed. I was ready a little before him, so I also started scooping up towels and tidying up a bit.

Jim had also gotten out his wallet and handed me some number of $20's folded up. I was not sure of the exact amount.

I said, "Oh, you don't have to do that. Stacy told me you were a regular client."

He looked at me a bit strange, then said, "Well, I usually tip. I really enjoyed our session."

I said, "I enjoyed it too. Great to meet you."

I didn't resist this time when he handed over the cash, which turned out to be $100. I led him out where Stacy was at the desk.

Jim said to her, "I like your new masseuse.:

Stacy gave a good response, "We like her too. Glad you enjoyed your session. Ready to book another, or do you want to call in when you are ready?"

He replied, "Give me same time in two weeks if open."

Stacy said, "Beth will be off then, OK if I you are booked with me?"

He smiled and said, "I am going to have to find a way to come more often so I can see both of you."

I had to admire the perfect answer. After he left, Stacy inquired how I liked the session with Jim.

I smiled coyly, surprised myself that I blushed a little, "I think I enjoyed that blowjob as much as he did. Almost returned his tip."

She laughed out loud at first, then said, "I wondered when you might expand your limits, but remember, that is always up to you alone. Don't ever feel pressured."

I replied, "No worries, very clear. I felt a little horny anyway, and he did not seem to mind."

There was a full understanding between us, and I was very comfortable with everything. It did cross my mind as I reflected on the tip that there was no way to avoid the reality that this was sex for money, though I had not done it for the money. Little semantic arguments, but somehow, I was trying to rationalize my slutty behavior. The only thing I knew for sure is that I am a different person on the road. Not a split personality, but more of a 'let loose' change in philosophy not too unlike the expression 'what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." I know that anybody reading this account is likely to have their own different interpretation and that is fine.

Stacy had returned to the desk and asked me whether I wanted another client and when, or whether I wanted a break for a while, giving me the option.

We had a first-time client coming in about 30 minutes if I wanted, she had no information to share. She left it up to me entirely, even offering to let me get a look at him and then decide. I told Stacy she was being overly gracious, and I asked what her own preference was. I was OK either way.

She was also fine either way, so I told her not necessary for me to see him. I will take this one. I thought be making it clear that she could plan out her own schedule as sometimes she or Bill would leave and run errands, whatever.

About then Bill came out with a bottle of wine. Not exactly what we had at the restaurant when I first met them, but a nice cabernet blend from Napa Valley. He had not opened it yet but offered to. Looking at the clock for timing, I thought a glass of wine would be perfect. Great taste and hit the spot just right. I was very relaxed with Bill when Chris came in.

Bill greeted him first, "you must be Chris. Welcome."

Chris was very young, I guess around 20 or so. Tall, thin, and to be quite candid, a little nerdy looking. I don't mean that in a derogatory way, as he was not bad looking. More that he gave the impression of the classic academic rather than athlete, biker or whatever other description you might want to apply.

Chris seemed a little nervous, saying only "HI" a little shyly. Bill asked him how he found out about the place. Chris said he had driven by the place several times, but had not thought to make an appointment before a friend's recommendation.

Bill was glad to hear about that, "Well, we love endorsements like that, so if you let me know his name, we will give him a discount for the referral. You think about it though; we understand not everyone likes to leave their names."

Chris nervously replied, "Thanks, maybe I need to ask him if OK. Could I tell you next time?"

Bill told him that would be perfectly fine. Bill also describe massage prices, recommending the one-hour session. He also took him back for a tour, showing the massage room, showers, locker and spa areas. They came back after a few minutes and Chris told said he would like to go for the 60-minute massage.

Bill then motioned toward me, "This is Beth, she will be taking care of you today."

I held out my hand, "Nice to meet you Chris, welcome."

We shook hands. You could tell he was still really nervous, sort of in a cute way. Maybe vulnerable would describe my impression of him.

"Come on, let's go back."

He followed me back to the room and I repeated some of the same standard introduction things he had just heard from Bill. But being his firs