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My hands ached.
No really, every tendon burned from the wrist all the way to the tips of my fingers.
I was in my therapy room with a client. A really big client. Most of the other therapists wouldn’t provide for him because of the sheer strength involved in providing him the massage he needed.
Still, the pay was better than good and I made it a personal point to help everyone that comes in through my door. Doesn’t mean I can’t bitch about it though.
“That was amazing,” the client said, climbing off the table and heading for the changing rooms. “You’re simply the best. Same time next week?”
“It’d be my pleasure,” I replied, opening and closing my tired hands behind my back. I picked up the wall phone and called my receptionist.
“Jenny, Mr Walters would be out momentarily. Please ready his bill.”
“Okay, Nick. Oh! One more thing.”
“Yes?”
“You have room for one more customer?”
I looked at my wristwatch. It was getting late. “Jen, it’s almost closing time.”
“I know right! I sooooo got like a hot date tonight, and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind closing up without me.”
“Jen-“
“I know, I know, sorry, Nick, but I really need this.”
I sighed inwardly; I couldn’t help but give in. I know I shouldn’t but Jenny is so bubbly and warm, she brings such a bright vibe to the environment. It wasn’t unreasonable to let her enjoy herself now and again.
And it wasn’t like I had much to look forward to. Maybe pass the rest of the evening with some take-out and some Netflix.
“Okay, Jen, you win. Just this once.”
“Great! You’re the best, Nick.”
“Hold on, the client?”
“Oh! Yes, she’s waiting right here sitting in the waiting room. Shall I tell her to come back another time?”
“Has she been here before?”
“Actually, it sounds like she just dropped in randomly. Don’t think she’s been in a massage parlour before.”
I thought about it for a moment. Well, ladies tend to be a little easier to service than guys. God forbid it was a line-backer or something; my hands wouldn’t make it through tonight. On the other hand, if she’s new… She might bolt if this was her first time. Never hurt to rope in new clients.
“Okay Jen, send her in. Tell her to get changed in room three and I’ll be with her momentarily. Make sure she’s happy with a male masseuse.”
“No problem.”
I spent a few minutes checking my massage room; quickly disinfecting the table and putting used towels into the cleaning bin, ready for sanitation. I switched off the music and lights and headed for the front of the shop.
“She’s in room three,” Jenny said, pulling on her overcoat.
“Have a good time tonight.”
“You’re a star!” Jenny said and kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning, with or without a hangover!”
“Don’t go too nuts.” I said, letting her out and locking the door behind her. I flipped the sign from open to closed, then went to see to my last client of the day.
*
I knocked on the door softly before I entered room three; I didn’t want to just burst in and surprise her. I also took a moment to collect my thoughts. I needed to get the whole late-night thing out of my system; the worst thing I could do for my client is to make her feel like I was trying to rush the whole process.
“Hello?” I said as I entered.
“Hi,” a voice from behind the screen replied. It sounded a little unsure of itself so I needed to help her relax a little.
“Be with you in a second,” I said as I checked the wall controls. I turned down the lights a little; it’s amazing how better a client feels if they feel that they’re under the cover of darkness. First-timers at least.
I made sure the air conditioning was neither too cold nor too warm and selected the most relaxing ambient music I could think of. Soft waterfall notes were playing in the background amongst zen instruments.
“I’m Nick, and I will be your masseuse for tonight.”
“Ruby. Nice to meet you.”
I paused for a moment before I shook her hand. Actually, I chastised myself. I’m a professional, and pros don’t let themselves be swept away by a client’s looks. It risked freaking them out, especially if it’s a lady.
Still, she was easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes upon. Long flowing hair that looked like it’d reach the base of her spine, big almond eyes, and skin that looked silky smooth, even under a dimmed light.
All of a sudden, I forgot about the pain my hands were complaining about.
“Is this your first time at a massage parlour?”
“Umm, yes. To be honest, it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Was I supposed to make an appointment?”
“We do offer walk-in appointments, but we’re usually quite busy.”
“Oh, sorry.”
I smiled. “Don’t be. I just want to make sure this would be as relaxing as possible for you. Are you okay with me being a man?”
She looked me up and down. Her hand was awkwardly clasped over the towel wrapping her body, but otherwise, she wasn’t on guard. “Yes, that fine. I was hoping to try something that’ll help me relax a little.”
“Then you’ve come to the right place. I’m the business owner so I’ll make sure you’ll get the best service.”
“I’m going to be in the best possible hands then,” she winked.
“Shall we begin?” I asked, swallowing down a gulp. “Please lay on your back.”
Ruby did as she was asked and led there on the massage table.
“What work do you do? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Not at all. I’m a personal assistant.”
“Ah a corporate slave,” I joked.
“Something like that,” she said. “I get paid a good salary for fetching coffee.”
I looked over the oils and grabbed the one most suitable for her. I grabbed a coconut base and slathered it all over my hands, then added a few drops of the oil and massaged that in too.
“This might feel a little cold at first. You ready?”
“Go ahead.”
I went to the end of the table and worked my hands on the back of her feet, her Achilles tendon. Using my thumb, I dug in, applying pressure but not too much pressure.
Ruby squeaked but otherwise said nothing. I worked my way up her ankles, in a steady methodical manner. Her skin was indeed as soft and supple as I imagined it to be.
“Oh god, that feels so nice,” she purred. “What is that? It smells kinda woody and citrusy.”
“The scent? Hinoki oil. It’s an oil from a Japanese Cyprus tree. It’ll help you relax and re-energize you after a long day on your feet.”
She left out a sigh of relief. “I could get used to this.”
I smiled, glad that she was finally relaxing.
I floated past her ass and worked my hands into her lower back and upwards.
“Excuse me,” I said as I pulled the towel aside. Crap, she went nude underneath. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume she done the same down below too. You can never tell with first-timers; some will wear underwear, which was perfectly fine, and some would go commando. I had a few guys who were all too happy to let it all hang out, regardless if the masseuse was a man or woman.
“Your back now,” I said, making sure she was aware of my actions. I didn’t want to accidentally touch her side boob. I kneaded the area between her shoulder blades, the muscles beneath were tighter than a Gordian knot.
“Feels like you do more than bring coffee to your boss, your entire body is uptight.”
“Maybe it’s because I haven’t done anything like this before.”
“There’s that too, but you’re really tight. I’m feeling tension everywhere.”
“Okay, maybe I do more than just run simple errands. I have a battle-axe of a boss. He’s very demanding and highly strung. I spend my days and nights running around after him. God forbid he goes partying after work. I’m stuck there and awaiting his every whim.”
“Sounds tough,” I said, working into her shoulders now.
“Yeah,” she groaned. “But I love my job. I’m good at it and it makes me feel like I’m doing something worthwhile, you know?”
“I feel you; it’s the same with my business. Long hours, hard work but I can’t imagine doing anything else.”
“You’re really good at this Nick, I’m glad you’re the one doing this for me.”
“It’s a pleasure,” I smiled. “I think we’re finished with the back; do you mind rolling over when you’re ready?”
“Give me a sec.” She shimmied over, with one hand holding onto her towel tight against her chest and the other hand clasping down by her groin area. Seemingly satisfied, she led back down onto the table.
I wasted no time in getting back into it; starting from the bottom by her feet again.
“You know, this place is really nice. I half expected it to be one of those seedy joints you hear about.”
“I’m glad your expectations were cleared up.”
I kept my breathing level. I was so close to her, her heady, feminine scent was getting to my brain. I couldn’t help but let myself enjoy the feel of her for a little bit. Just a little. My hands worked up to her inner thighs. She was soft like silken tofu.
“Ow!” she cried.
I stopped what I was doing. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah… It just hurt all of a sudden.”
“Where?”
“Here.” She pointed to her outer thigh area, close to where I was massaging her. I couldn’t see it behind the towel but I had a good idea what she was referring to.
“Numb and tingling feeling?”
“Yes.”
“Your job… Does it involve long hours standing about and waiting on your boss and equally long hours hunched over a desk?”
“How did you know that?”
“Just an educated guess. I think you might have tight hip flexors.”
“English please.”
“An ass injury.”
“What??”
“I’m joking,” I said with a grin.
She gave me a playful tap and laughed. “Bully. But seriously, what’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing too serious, just a common office strain from too much standing around or hunching over a desk for long hours. You weren’t lying when you said you work hard for your boss.”
“Can you do something about it?”
“I can, but it might be a little invasive.”
“I don’t mind. I need my body to be functioning 100%.”
I smiled. “I admire your work ethic.” I moved to the side of her, trying to sound as professional as possible. “I’m going to lift your leg and push it towards your heart. It might feel a little uncomfortable at first, but it’ll be worth it, okay?”
She looked a little uncertain at first. “Can I trust you, Nick?”
“Of course, we do respect client confidentiality here.”
“Go on then, please.”
I hooked a hand under the crook of her leg and gently, but firmly lifted it up. My crotch was pressed against the side of her thigh and I was hoping against hope that I don’t get a boner right now; she was gorgeous and a part of me was dying to see what’s under that towel. I never felt this way before towards a client.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” she replied, her voice sounding raspy.
I pushed forward, unyielding and firm. Ruby made a sound and scrunched her face, but otherwise didn’t complain. After about a minute, I let go slowly and repeated the exercise a few more times.
“You okay?”
“Yes, that really helped. It’s feeling better already.”
“Great.”
I rushed over to the other side of the table and repeated the exercise; I hooked my hand under the other leg albeit a bit too quickly.
It slipped and brushed something between her leg.
Was that… a cock?
“Sorry,” I said, by way of a weak apology. An accident was an accident and I had to process a few things in my head.
One, it shouldn’t be a factor regarding a client’s nether regions.
Two, why did it not turn me off at all? I never interacted with a trans person before, not knowingly. And something about it just made Ruby even more exotic.
Oh, and three; clients are off-limits. I groaned at that last self-imposed rule, but I guess my ethics defined me. The sooner I finish the treatment for Ruby, the better it was for me.
Fuck it, I pushed through the other leg exercise, trying to get it over with as soon as possible. My body was mashed up tight against her leg; I was acutely aware of the heat of her body passing onto me.
I cleared my throat as I finished with the leg. “I’ll work my way down from the top now, okay?”
“Okay.”
My fingers delicately massaged her temples. She was looking up at me, trying not to make eye contact. Her brown eyes were flickered shades of Tourmaline. I let my fingers drift down to her neck and massaged behind the jaw. Ruby’s eyes closed in response and she tilted her head to give me better access.
“So nice…” she cooed.
I was acutely aware of the gentle rising and falling of her breasts. Her hair was an intoxicating scent of her natural oils with the faintest hint of tea tree.
“Be careful, I could fall asleep like this. This is heaven.”
“Happy to help,” I murmured. “You wouldn’t be the first client to fall asleep on my table.”
“You wouldn’t try to take advantage of me if I did, would you?”
“Never.”
“Shame,” she breathed, her voice dripping with longing and disappointment.
“Nick?”
“Yes?”
“Does it bother you?”
“What does?”
“That I’m not a ‘real’ girl.”
I paused for a moment. “Speaking as a professional, it doesn’t matter.”
“What about Nick, personally?”
“Personally, it doesn’t bother me. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. Sorry, that was an inappropriate comment.”
“Nick?”
“Yes?”
“You’re very sweet. Thank you for saying that.”
“I mean it.”
Her lips were a glossy shade of pink. Was that gloss or lipstick? Either way, my lips felt dry and I had to chastise myself. I was precariously close to tasting her lips.
My hands worked further down. I had to press forward in order to reach her clavicle. I was kneading her with the pad of my hands, each rotation milked out a pleasured purr from her lips. It was the single most erotic sound I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Nick?”
“Yes?”
“Something is pressing up against me.”
I looked down and to my astonishment, my cock was tenting hard against the fabric of my shorts and was right up against the side of Ruby’s head.
I couldn’t pull back quickly enough. “Oh god, Ruby I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows. She looked down at my erection with a bemused expression. “Looks like you mean plenty. You having a boner over me, Nick?”
“I uhh…” I felt my face burn hotly.
“Come here.”
I felt like a kid waiting outside the principal’s office. My hands cupped over my crotch as my futile attempt to keep my composure.
“Don’t be afraid, come.”
I did as she asked.
“It’s been a while.”
“For what?”
“Since I’ve had any fun with anyone. Do you have a girlfriend, Nick?”
“No.”
“Oh. Are you… Gay?”
“No.”
“I see.”
“Would you like to have some fun with me?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I see.” Her eyes looked hurt. “Sorry, if I misread you.”
“No!” I almost lunged out at her. I didn’t want her to misunderstand. “It’s just… It’s not appropriate to proposition our clients.”
Ruby reached out, her hand making contact with my fingertips, just the very edges. With the lightest of touches, she pulled me towards her, like a moth to a flame. I was mesmerized, enraptured.
“I think you got it mixed up.” Her hands were down by my shorts, fingers as delicate as lace tugging at the string of my waistband.
“Ruby…” My voice was a hiss. I desperately wanted to stop this yet not at the same time.
“Would it be against company policy for the client to proposition the masseuse?”
She tugged, and the knot loosened.
“I… never been propositioned before.”
“Are you uncomfortable with it?” Her hands pinched the sides of my shorts and yanked down. My cock sprang free, hard and proud and curved with need.
“So beautiful,” she moaned. And without warning, she opened her lips and enveloped me.
I gripped the massage table as my cock disappeared in her mouth. Fuck, it was her tongue swirled around, exploring my hardness, tasting me.
“Oh fuck,” I cursed. My legs turned to jelly as I held on.
Her eyes locked onto mine, shimmering with mischievous amusement. Her mouth tightened as it bobbed forward and backwards, her throat pulsating up and down with the movement.
I closed my eyes, not able to focus on anything but the whirlwind of pleasure that assaulted my aching cock. We built up a steady rhythm of me just standing there and Ruby taking my cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping it like a candy cane.
And then I felt something sharp dig into my hips. Opening my eyes, Ruby had her manicured nails wrapped around my legs, pulling me towards her.
I obliged.
Inch after inch of my cock plunged into her impossibly tight mouth. I was surrounded by the hot, rigid wetness of her throat. Somehow, inexplicably, she eased her tongue out and grazed my balls, sending shivers dancing down my spine.
“Ruby…” I whimpered. “I’m going to cum.” My balls tensed, desperate to release the seed pent up within.
She made no effort to stop, instead, milking my cock with renewed vigor. She half-sucked and half-swallowed.
I had no choice, with a groan, my cock exploded, blasting thick copious cum deep into her mouth. With perverse glee, I enjoyed watching her Adam’s apple bob up and down, as she swallowed it up.
Satisfied, my cock softened and she let go, freeing me from the tight, delicious confines of her mouth. A string of cum dribbled down the edge of her mouth and she used her thumb to wipe it up, before eating that too.
Here was an insanely erotic woman right before me.
“So delicious,” she purred. “I hope you don’t think less of me for doing that.”
“N-no, not at all,” I said.
She smiled. It was both warming and hid a hint of mischievousness at the same time. “You looked like you needed that. When was the last time you had any fun?”
“It’s been a while,” I admitted. “I’m always busy with work.”
“Me too, that’s why I’m so pent up.”
I looked down and there was a tent under the towel covering her crotch. “Yeah, I can tell.”
“Shit, sorry. Why don’t you leave and I’ll sort myself out.” Ruby looked slightly bashful, despite doing something so intimate just moments ago. That complex contrast of her being so sweet and innocent and a harlot was mesmerizing.
I licked the dryness off my lips.
“Would you like me to help you out?”
“Are you sure?”
I moved closer to the towel. I thought I saw it twitch, just a little bit. I pinched at the edge of the towel, hesitant, as if I was unravelling a present. My throat bobbed up and down as I swallowed.
I pulled the towel all the way off her, and unveiled her hot, throbbing cock.
I gasped. It was long and curved and an excited drop of precum beaded at the tip.
Ruby was panting softly; her face was contorted with discomfort. Perhaps shamefully, her hand drifted over her penis and pumped up and down her shaft with the lightest of touches. I was bewildered. Any other man, I would’ve been repulsed. Instead, my eyes could not peel away from the mesmerizing up and down swaying of her hand on her delicious cock. Like a moth drawn to a flame, my hand reached out and wrapped around her swollen cock.
Ruby gasped.
Each of my fingers enclosed the thick, velvety flesh of her cock. It was molten hot to the touch. My heartbeat was ringing loudly in my ears. Slowly, I moved up and down causing the cock to twitch and spasm against the simulation. Ruby bit her lower lip, her eyes were closed tight. I wasn’t sure how to do it correctly, so I imagined doing it as if I was doing it to myself.
Ruby had one hand over her face, as if to mask her modesty. Her other hand gripped the towel covering her chest.
She was moaning out loudly now, getting used to me pleasuring her. Her cries of pleasure sent a thrill that jolted my balls, instantly making me hard again.
God, she was beautiful. Her skin was flawlessly smooth covered with a sweaty sheen of aroused sweat. I wanted to see all of her. Impatient, my hand fisted the towel and yanked it off her. She cried in surprise but didn’t try to retrieve it. Her breasts were pert and bounced against the rhythm of the hand job. Her nipples were as hard as acorns and looked extremely inviting.
I bent over and engorged one of them in my mouth. The hardened nub pushed past my teeth and I greedily sucked at it. I swirled and lapped at it with my tongue; delighting in the feel of the fleshy hardness.
“Ahh… no…” she moaned out. She bucked her hips up into my hand, her mouth saying no, but her body begging for me to pump her more and more.
I obliged, choking her fat cock with my hand and jerked her with an increased rhythm and tightness.
She cried out more and more, sweat beaded her forehead. Her mouth was open, gasping desperately for air. God, her lips and tongue… Everything about her was so fucking inviting.
My free hand snaked the nape of her neck and I pulled her forward, shoving my tongue into her open mouth. Ruby’s eyes opened wide and she moaned a delicious breath into my mouth. She tasted sweet and desperate at the same time. She kissed me back, pushing her tongue back against me, and then I knew she was close. Her moans grew erratic and I felt the final pulsations of her angry cock.
I couldn’t help but moan with euphoric delight as I felt her cock tighten and then explode, send jets of cum shooting out of her, coating my hand, forearm, and even some of my body with it. It was burning hot and sticky to the touch, but I didn’t mind. All I wanted to feel at that very moment was the exquisite climax this beautiful girl was experiencing, and I was the one who caused it.
Her hips kept bucking, and Ruby clung to me, wrapping her arms around my neck as she spasmed. I held her there, making sure she felt comfort during her most vulnerable moment.
Her breath grew abated and she collapsed back down into the table.
“Oh my god…” she exclaimed after a moment's rest. “That was amazing.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, not quite sure of what just happened. That was the single most intense experience I ever had in my life.
“I’m not done yet,” Ruby continued. She looked down at my crotch. “Neither are you it seems.”
My cock was beyond hard. It ached and throbbed in ways I never thought possible.
Ruby turned and slid off the table. Her stomach was laying against the table and she moved her hands behind her and spread her peachy ass apart.
“Come here, Nick, I need you to fuck me.”
I gulped. Her ass looked so inviting. Her puckered hole looked really tight and inviting and I loved how her cock hung just below with residue of semen still dripping out at the tip, splashing on the linoleum floor.
I edged up behind her. She was so close I could smell the mixture of massage oil, sweat and heavy arousal. I steadied myself on her hips, grabbing on for support. With my other hand, I guided my cock. I groaned out loud when the head grazed the tight heated hole of her ass.
“Shit…” I groaned. “Condoms… We need condoms.”
“Fuck it, just put it in me,” she cooed.
“Are you sure?”
“I need to feel that cock in me, raw. Do it, Nick, fuck me like you want to.”
A low groan escaped my lips. All semblance of clear-mindedness gave way to a primal lust that shook me right to the core.
I needed to claim her. Before I lost it completely, I managed to clumsily shove my fingers into a tub of coconut oil. I coated my cock with it and rubbed it all over Ruby’s ass. She squealed in delight as I pushed some of it into her asshole.
“Hurry,” she cried out.
No longer able to withstand it, I guided my cock once more to the entrance of her asshole, and pushed it in. Fuck, the head of my cock was enveloped in the most exquisite tightness. Ruby threw her head back and tried to push her ass back into me. I was taking it slowly, afraid of hurting her. Her ass swallowed more and more of my shaft and I had to grit my teeth or else I’d cum right there and then. I didn’t want that, oh no. I wanted to savor her delicious body for a little longer.
Eventually, the base of my cock was resting against the soft curves of her buttocks. She tensed her ass, milking the entirety of my cock. I groaned out, unprepared for the sensation.
“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that,” I quipped. I slowly, torturously slowly eased backwards, and then slid it back in with equal slowness.
“I thought that was the idea,” she mewled, her voice thick with need. “Nick… Do me harder, I won’t break, I promise.”
I growled and leaned forward, giving her neck a nip or two. A part of me wanted to mark her, make her mine. My hands dug into her sides as I increased the tempo, my hips thrust with growing intensity. My cock was so sensitive from the tight depths of her ass, that spasms of pleasure jolted through my body. Every time I pushed into her, she moaned out deliciously, the sound making my balls tighten.
I fucked her in a hard and steady rhythm, making the table shake angrily and the tools on the cart beside it clatter about and spill onto the floor. I didn’t care, all I wanted right then was to fill her up with my cum.
I moved my hand up and snaked across her neck and throat. I tightened my fingers around her neck a little and turned her head aside. She looked back at me, euphoria written all over her face. And I claimed her mouth again. Ruby sucked on my tongue greedily and I tasted her saliva tinged with the saltiness of my own cum.
“I’m cumming,” I growled.
“Cum!” she struggled to voice out.
I bucked into her a few times, my balls slapping against her ass.
My hand dug into her sides as I cried out, my balls tightening up and shoot load after load of hot, thick cum deep into her ass. She cried out too and I didn’t let go until every drop was milked out of me.
*
It was late, later than I ever stayed at my salon. Ruby insisted on waiting by the reception as I quickly tidied up the mess after myself; after all, it wouldn’t be pleasant for my staff to find it in the morning.
She smiled and brushed a lock of hair off her face when I joined her.
“Hey, thanks for waiting.”
“It’s okay.”
We kinda stood there in an awkward silence. Neither of us knew what to say next.
“Uhh, I just want to say that I don’t usually do that sort of thing.”
“Me neither,” she replied. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I thought you were cute and you didn’t seem bothered about me being transgender and I was so relaxed and I-“
I reached out and kissed her on the lips. “I thought you were the most beautiful girl to ever come into my life.”
Ruby wiped back a tear. “I totally understand if this was a one-time thing, whatever this is.”
“I’m hoping it’d be something more than that,” I said, my face suddenly flushed with a heat that traveled right to my earlobes. “If you would like, maybe we could go get something to eat.”
“I’d like that. Although I already had a tasty snack.” Ruby stuck her tongue out at me and went outside.
I smiled, locked up the shop for the evening, and followed after her into the night.
The End
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