Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

Imagine 12

   A nice cold breeze hit my face as I strolled into work on this hot humid Spanish day.

  "Hola Raquel," Greeted my  coworker Caroline.

  "Hola Caroline," I returned, walking to my massage room.

  Being a massuse here in Barcelona has really had pros and cons.

  From meeting some famous people to being hit on by ugly old thirsty men who are just looking for a one night thung. Its almost been like a rollercoaster, at least feels like. The funny thing is, i'm still only 21!

  Just asI set down my bag holding my work clothes to change in, I hear a knock at my door.

"Raquel is that you in there? May I come in?" My boss Miss Cruz ordered. Instead of waiting for my answer, she just burst into my room. How rude, what if I was changing?

  "Great news chica! We've got a new client who reserved two rooms for he and his girlfriend, and I heard they are both famous. So this mean big bucks if you do your job very well I suppose?"

  I nod in aggreement although I dont really agree with it in my head. Who was this guy who is supposedly rich enough to reserve two rooms?

   "Hollaaa you there Raquel?" Miss Cruz asked snapping her fingers in my face.

   "Yes ms. Cruz ." I say snapping out of my thought process.

   "Great. Now vamos! They shouod be arriving any minute!" She exclaimed crushing me with a hug.

   Any minute?! I just fucking walked in and I'm already being rushed!

  She scurried out and I just let out an angry groan. I quickly change my clothes and spray some Victora's Secret perfume my room to smell good, not to seduce anyone haha.

  I open up my door and place a 'Welcome' sign on the door.

  "Ms. Marquezine, your room awaits you far down he right, last one. And Neymar Jr, Raquel will be your massuse tonight, this is her room right here." I hear Ms. Cruz instruct.

  I flatten out my uniform and tousle my hair in front of the mirror one last time before scrambling to the massage platform and waiting for my client.

  I hear footsteps so I look up at the door and damn, this man is fine.

  He looks my age, maybe a year older, chocolate brown hair, a jawline that could kill, melted caramel skin, and brilliant hazel eyes. I hope I wasnt looking like a freak staring at him as he walked in.

  "Go on now, Raquel will take care of the rest Neymar Jr." Miss Cruz gave him a slight push towards me.

As he turned to look at me after thanking Miss Cruz, a smirk formed on his face and then he bit his lip while eyeing me North and South.

  I hope he's not one of those cute Fuckboys.

  "Neymar, Neymar Jr," He says holding out his hand for me to shake.

  "Raquel Ramirez." I say proudly while returning with my hand, but instead of a shake, he pulls me in for a hug and brings his lips to my ear just above my neck.

  "You're very beautiful," He whispered in Portuguese, his breath jumping off my neck. He pulled back smirking into my eyes, his fingers realeasing their grip from my back.

  My senses tingled at his touch - but then I realize he has a girlfriend and this is work not the mall!

  Although I was unable to hide the blush, my face returned to straight as I try to return to my job.