Hideout (gxg agegap)

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Ashley's PoV

A soft knock on the closed door startled me and kicked me out of my daydream.

I was preparing the room for my next costumer and got stuck in my thoughts.

"Come in", I called out, stretching my exhausted legs a final time before standing straight and appearing professional.

I felt a tad nervous.

It was not unusual for me to feel a little anxious before new clients. I never knew what their massage would entail and how far they needed me to go in order to help them relax.

Most simply wanted a regular massage, but some wanted more. I've had my fare share of clients who needed me to sexually stimulate them. It always got me a great tip so I rarely complained. I didn't enjoy it, but it paid my rent. The ones I really couldn't accept were the ones that tried to fuck me.

No matter how well the tip was going to be I was no prostitute and I didn't plan to become one.

The door creaked open and I heard heels clicking against the wooden floors as someone entered.

"Good evening, am I at the right place?", a soft feminine voice asked, clearly unsure and a little confused by my lack of attention.

"Depends on where you should be", I answered, lighting a few candles I had to put out earlier when I took my break. 

I had been told that a regular was going to come by, but I have never seen this woman before. She definetly was no regular of mine. Perhaps I confused my schedule.

"I was supposed to see Ashley", the woman spoke, closing the door with a soft thud as she stepped further into the room, looking at her surroundings.

"Lucky for you that's me. As I see you've already entered, you can get comfortable until I come back. I'll just get some massage oils. Any preferred scents?", I asked, turning around and looking at the older woman for the first time.

Strawberry blonde luscious curls sat on her shoulders, a tight dark blue dress clung to her curves, ending right above her knees. Her sleek long legs ended in very high heels that were embellishing her feet, causing her to tower over me.

She smiled anxiously as my gaze shamelessly wandered over her body.

"I like vanilla, but you can use whatever you deem fitting", she softly said, trying to redirect my attention to her pretty blue eyes.

"Alright", I nodded, reluctantly tearing my gaze away from the older woman that stood before me.

She must've been around her late thirties.

I slowly walked into the supply room to get some essentials and calm my breathing down. It seemed almost ridiculous how much I enjoyed the view I've just had.

A few minutes passed me by while I tried to regain my professionalism. As I came back to my senses I turned and reentered my workspace, nearly gasping at the beautiful sight I got to see.

I placed the oils down on a nearby counter and turned towards her again.

The mysterious woman was bend over one of the chairs in the back of the room, placing her neatly folded clothes on top. She reached down to loosen her heels and put them underneath the stool, giving me a very nice glimpse of her behind.

I stood by the massage chair, trying to seem occupied with the towels while I watched the woman's hand gracefully stroke along her folded clothes, seemingly getting rid of a few creases in the fabric. She tucked her panties further underneath the dress with a swift motion before turning her head around and catching my eyes on her hand.