Entranced 18+

Ten

There was not much to prepare for her 8pm client. She took a final look in the mirror, smoothing down the two piece lingerie she was wearing. She adjusted her mask, the black lacy piece blending perfectly with her outfit. After one last spritz of perfume, Ijeoma was ready to take on her evening.

Her client was already laying face down on the massage table they'd brought into the room. For how everything was set up, one would think that this was an actual massage room and she an actual masseuse. But, no one paid a premium to get a massage in a sex club. He was here to relax completely. According to Madam Ini, a happy ending was what the whole thing boiled down to.

"Hi. I'm Delilah," she announced moving further into the room. He grunted in response, not bothering to move. That was not an issue with her, the quicker this went for her the better. This her client wasn't the old, big-bellied man she expected. Why was a young, fit looking man here? Surely he had girls around him willing to give him a rub down. She shrugged, not really interested in judging his kink, she was getting paid, after all. She set down the alarm clock she'd brought in on a side table, already set for two hours time and then pressed start. Then she turned to the man.

A white towel was thrown over his lower back and if she was to hazard a guess, she would say he was naked under the cloth. A tray was set on a table that held bottles of diluted essential oils. She picked one, pulling the stopper out and pouring it into her hand. Ijeoma warmed the oil in her palms by rubbing together then added more on his back for good measure. She took her position in front of him, his bent head very close to her crotch. She hoped he knew the no touching rule and then started working on him.

The goal was not really giving the massage, it was the feeling of her hands on his skin. She gave him light, feathery strokes and followed it with deep pressure. The man beneath her groaned, letting her know he was awake. She smiled, confident in her abilities. She massaged the taut muscles of his back for a good thirty minutes, alternating pressure on him while appreciating the smooth skin that covered a well-built body. She knew when he turned around, he'd be sporting an erection.

Ijeoma moved, shrugging off the short robe covering her lingerie and then she removed the towel. Even the man's ass was delicious, she thought. She doused the taut buttocks with more oil and warmed her hands. She climbed the table, straddled his legs and began to rub the oil in. "If there's anything you're not okay with, let me know." The man didn't respond so she continued. She rubbed the flesh, pressing and kneading it before her fingers trailed to the crease of his ass. Most men liked being touched here and if he was among those men, it would make her job even easier. From her position, she could see his hardened cock peeking between his legs and she made sure to rub against it each time she moved her fingers.

She continued like that for about five minutes and then decided to test out the theory. Immediately she rubbed against his asshole, the man froze, all his muscles tightening up. It could mean that he was enjoying this or just new to these sensations. She rubbed again, trailing her fingers from his asshole to his cock that was now like stone.

"Stop!" Maybe it was the command in that tone but she froze. Her hands remained where they were but she was no longer moving them. The air in her lungs also felt frozen as she waited, her brain working overtime. That voice, there was something familiar about that voice.

"Is everything okay, sir?" she forced out in a raspy voice, then cleared her throat. In the blink of an eye, the man turned, flipping her so she was on the other side of the table, dangerously close to the edge and on her back. He was suddenly above her, his dark, heated gaze on her masked face.

She went completely still, her lungs finally giving up on it's job, because right above her was her recent client, Mr. Ejiofor. Breathe, she told herself. He probably didn't recognize her. Her mask was still secure and the lacy thing covered everything except her mouth. "You're not allowed to touch me," she forced out in a voice deeper than her normal speaking voice.