Cory Kenshin Imagines

The Massager

It's a Saturday morning and I hop out of bed. Todays' plans are to just treat myself: make waffles, shower, get dressed, go to the nail salon downtown, then get a massage right across the street.

I make and eat the waffles, take my shower, then put on a crop top and ripped jeans, with Vans. I wear my hair in a messy bun, put on my stud earrings, then head out.

When I get to the nail shop, I get my typical white coffin-shaped nails with a wisp design on the third finger. I feel like I can never go wrong with that look. I decided to not get a pedicure cause they already had the French tips on them. I let my nails dry under the fan.

After they dried and I paid, I head across the street to get the massage. I booked an appointment in advance. I walk up to the front desk.

"Oh it's good to see you back. I haven't seen you in a while"

I used to come to the massage place every two weeks, when I had double shifts. Then when I got a job that pays more than the double shifts combined, I just stopped coming as often because I wasn't as stressed. I came here for a stress reliever.

"Yeah it's been awhile, as long as my girl Jazmine is still massaging back there"

"Actually, Jazmine no longer works here. She moved to New Jersey"

Just great. She was the best massager in this place, to me at least. My smile fades.

"Aww don't be sad. We have a new head masseur. His name is Cory, he's good I promise. Let me go to the back to let him know his client is here"

The receptionist walks through the curtains to the back and I take a seat. About 30 seconds later, she comes back with a brown-skin curly head looking about 6'2.

"Hello my name is Cory and I'll be your massager today"

I give him a smile and he gestured me to come to the back. I follow him into one of the massage rooms and I sit down on the massage table.

"So how is life going for you?"

"It's been all the same, making it day by day"

He heads to the sink to wash his hands as I think to myself "damn he's fine"

I take off my clothes to get completely naked and lay face up on the table. He comes back and grabs the baby oil, then turns on the room sound bar to 90s R&B, starting with "Knockin Da Boots" by H-Town. Oweeee this my song too. I think he's low key tryna get me in the mood🥴

He turns around, walks toward me and tells me to just relax. I close my eyes as I feel him apply the oil on my chest, stomach, and thighs. I feel him start to rub it in, beginning at my legs. Then he starts massaging my thighs, one by one. He works his hands in between to massage the insides towards the outsides.

I wanna do some thangs to this man already, and I don't even know him.

He move to my outer hips, making sure not to leave any spot untouched.

"You ok up there? You look like you're enjoying this a lot😂" he said.

Trust me, I am.

"It does feel good. And I love this song too"

"So what you're telling me is you're into R&B"