the book (hosie)

magic hands

Hope sat alone in her small office situated to the side of her lab. She was typing away on her computer, filing out notes and reports over her experiments and other projects she was overseeing.

The redhead groaned as she sat upright. She had been hunched over at her desk for hours. Coupled with the constant running around in her lab earlier, her back and whole body, in general, were killing her. Hope knew that she shouldn't continue working like this, but everything was so sore that she just wanted something to relieve her.

Leaning back in her chair, Hope whipped out her phone. She went through her contacts before finding the one she had saved. She hit the dial button and held the phone to her ear. It rang twice before answering.

"Mercy Massage Services. How may we help you?" a soft, female voice asked.

"Hello. I require one of your masseuses. I know it's rather late, but I need this. I'll pay extra," Hope explained.

The woman trailed off and said, "Well, you are in luck. We have one masseuse here who can come. She is our best. One-hundred percent satisfaction will all of her clients."

Hope smiled. "Wonderful, I will take her."

"Great!" the woman said. "We'll just need a few details first."

Hope stayed on the phone with them, giving the woman her info on where her masseuse was to go. Once that was finished, the woman said, "Okay. She will be on her way."

"Thank you," Hope said as she hung up. She stood from her seat, her joints popping uncomfortably causing her to groan.

"Hopefully she gets here soon."

Hope sat on her bed, groaning as she rubbed her neck. Her masseuse should be here by now, and she was eagerly awaiting her arrival.

Suddenly, there was a knock at Hope's door. She sighed in relief as she slowly got up and walked to the door. She opened it and was greeted by a young blonde woman. She was wearing a white polo shirt and grey capri pants. Over her shoulder was a large square bag.

"Hallo," the woman said with a Swiss accent. "My name is Josie. You called our service about a massage?"

Hope blushed slightly at this beautiful woman. "Uh, yes. I'm Hope." She stepped aside, allowing Josie to walk inside.

"I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate this," Hope said.

Josie smiled as she opened her bag and retrieved her massage table. She set it up and said, "Well, you have the best serving you this evening. Now, if you would, strip and climb on the table."

Hope stilled for a moment and asked, "Strip? Whatever for?"

Josie giggled. "For your massage, of course." When she saw the look of confusion, Josie asked, "Have you ever had a massage?"

Hope shook her head. "No. I've never had the time. I only had your number saved from an ad I received."

Josie's mouth gaped. She smiled and said, "Well, Hope, you are in capable hands."

Nodding, Hope slowly pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside. She then unbuckled and unbuttoned her pants, letting them fall and pool around her legs. Her bra and panties joined the shirt.

Hope stepped forward and climbed onto the table. She laid herself down, positioning her head in the headrest. She heard a giggle from Josie.

"A bit too tall for the table," she said as she noticed Hope's legs extend passed the table's edge. She walked to the table's side and clapped her hands together lightly. "Now, let us begin." She lowered her hands towards Hope's back.