Skilled Hands

Chapter 2

It was super pretty on the inside with soft hues of blues and pinks swirling around the clinic's decor.

Soothing music and the smell of air freshener enveloped my senses like a soft blanket.

The lady at the front desk looked up, her bored eyes raking over me.

Judging the living fuck out of me.

"Uh, yes?" She asked as if I was inconveniencing her.

"Hi, I was just wondering if there were any sessions available soon?"

"Kay." The girl's gum smacked between her teeth, her mouth not once shutting as I waited for her to tell me if there were any free sessions.

Not going to lie, I was so bloody close to losing my shit.

She threw a small paper booklet in my general direction, "Pick from those, there's a sesh for any of em in 5."

"Thanks," skipping the page for the hardcore, borderline assault sessions, I picked one at random.

After giving her my name and paying I walked into the separate waiting room, unable to handle the girl's constant gum abuse.

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After what felt like years, a guy with the prettiest little face came out of the door across from my row of chairs.

"Anna?"

"That's me," I replied with a grin as I looked up and pushed some annoying hair from my face.

"Come on in." The boy said, flashing an ovary-twisting smile like it was nothing.

His brown hair was slightly dishevelled in the cutest yet hottest way ever.

Please tell me this guy was my masseuse.

I stepped into the room, the sound of the door clicking shut behind me.

"Thanks," I mumbled, looking around the room.

It had a darker glow compared to the entry room with a more soothing smell.

He handed me some towels and left for a while so I could get undressed and lie on the massage table ready.

Something lingered in the back of my mind while I was waiting, the pretty boy had said, "we will be with you shortly gorgeous."

Not only did my insides do like twenty different gymnastic routines at the pet name, but he had also said 'we'.

Goosebumps trailed up my body while I waited in the chilly room, the silence was only cut a few moments later by the sound of a door creaking open.

I lifted my gaze to find two men surely sculpted by god walking through the door.