Body Work (on hold)

Chapter 1

Therapeutic massage was the current fad, and everyone from wealthy trophy wives to athletes to millionaires to business tycoons were taking part.

A balding man with large belly walked in. He perused their menu of various massage techniques and told the receptionist he'd like a one hour Swedish massage.

He was asked to sit for a moment at the reception area and soon Kit appeared wearing white scrubs, looking at his duly filled chart.

"Hi, I'm Marikit and I'll be your masseuse for today," Kit greeted casually which the man returned with a polite smile.

Kit brought the chart back to the reception desk and came back with a set of foot wash bowl with warm water and flowers floating in it. She slipped off his slippers and upon placing his feet into the large bowl, she began to wash his feet. After patting his feet dry with a towel she gave him a clean pair of slippers and gestured him to enter one of the massage rooms.

The entire room was dimly lit with candle-lite and smelled of lavender with soft music playing in the background.

Kit looked around the room, ensuring it was in readiness for her client's convenience. She always took the extra trouble of learning what their preferences were. Which scents to use for both oils and incense, if they preferred. Whether they liked to vent their own stories or listen to her idle chatter, or have soothing music instead. None of those were technically part of a therapeutic massage, but Kit added them in to make the overall experience one of both physical and mental relaxation.

The man followed her to the massage bed and she handed him the towel. "I'll leave you to change."

He nodded, already removing the buttons of his shirt.

Kit closed the door softly behind her and stood with her back braced against it.

Figuring that the man had had enough time to change, she returned to the room to find him laying down with his face in the hole on the massage bed with the towel across his ass.

She tried not to let her eyes stray to the table where she knew his clothes would be resting, but she couldn't help it. You can tell a lot about people by the way they take care of their belongings. If the clothes are neatly folded and stacked, the person is most likely very particular about life in general. A person like that often has pretty tight muscles that require hard pressure. When people toss their clothes in a careless heap, they're usually the impulsive, spontaneous type and with a slight pressure, their willing muscles will get back on track.

Not surprised at all, the man's clothes were tossed in carelessly on the table.

Kit warmed up the oil before applying it to his right leg. As the sandalwood scented massage oil was applied, the man moaned throatily in approval.

"Are there any areas you wanted to work on or I should avoid?" Kit asked as her hands slowly loosened his tight muscles.

"No," was the usual answer.

She began to massage first his back. The man relaxed slightly as Kit's expert hands worked his tense muscles hitting every spot.

Kit wished the man were one of his many clients who doesn't need a steady flow of words during their session. She wouldn't have to focus her mind on the weather, latest news or stories of recent adventures. She was glad, the man seemed to dislike idle chatter, and certainly wasn't one to volunteer much himself, so Kit enjoyed working in silence.

She continued with long strokes up the man's back on either side of his spine, using the heels of her hands to provide firm pressure but not at the deep tissue level.