It was Emily Zhang’s first official week at work. It started off normally with us handing off clients to her to get her started. Krysten and I both had waiting lists, so we could afford to be generous. We gave her a variety of people to treat. After her last appointment on Friday afternoon, the three of us went out for drinks. We chatted about how Emily had fared, told stories of the interesting people we had massaged, and Krysten told a particularly funny account of how one of her signature massage clients had accidentally gotten cum in her hair.
Emily brought up how she was looking forward to getting started on those appointments. Just last night she had practiced her techniques on me. I had heartily signed off on her beginning to take on signature massage clients. Due to her being open to both male and female patients, Maribel, our receptionist and a beautiful woman in her own right had booked with Emily for this coming Monday. Maribel had confessed to me that she was going to get a full Brazilian tomorrow in anticipation of her upcoming pleasure. I had laughed at her nervousness. Who knows, maybe a romance could develop between them both.
As for my own clients, I had two special appointments on Monday, back to back. Typically I had only taken one per day, preferably at the end of the workday not to wear myself out. There was a certain emotional toil that a signature massage took on me. So this was almost an experiment as to what my energy levels would look like after the fact.
The first signature massage was with a thirty-eight-year-old woman, recently divorced. It was a little odd for me to be working with a client in such an intimate way who was almost twice my age. But I was delighted I had allowed her to book with me when I met her that day. She was beautiful. Flawless skin, a warm smile, and a chest that practically screamed for attention were all features I was quick to notice. However as she told me her story, I saw that this kind woman deserved a little extra special attention from me.
“Well thanks for setting up an appointment, Ms. Cooper. I am grateful for the trust you’ve shown us today. I can promise you a powerful and pleasurable experience that should free you of tension and help you find that fresh start you’re looking for.”
“Oh, please call me Jada. I’m tired of hearing the name Cooper these days.”
“Absolutely, Jada. Whatever makes you comfortable. Here at Therapy with Tre, our goal is to always leave our clients better than we found them.” I was not going to ask her what she meant by her comment about her last name. But she shared anyway.
“Recently, my husband decided that he wasn’t happy anymore. And off he went. Wasn’t even another woman or nothing. Just… left with a suitcase and got on the bus.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that.” And I was. The way she had shaken my hand told me a lot about her. She was a confident woman, but not trying to take control of anyone else. Then again, I was a stranger. Could be that she was two-faced. But mine wasn’t the job of a therapist or priest. My job was to give her the greatest afternoon of her year.
I left the room so that Jada could disrobe and make herself comfortable. Upon her calling out to me, I reentered with some anticipation. She was lying facedown on the table and her curvy body positively grabbed my attention. The swell of her ass, the suppleness of her legs, and the way her braids fell around her ears made me start to rise with excitement. But I took a breath and did my normal routine. The music was playing, warmed oil, and a gentle squeeze of her hand before I began.
The normal part of the massage went by like a flash. I might’ve dripped a bit more oil down the crack of her ass than was necessary, but could you blame me? Normally once I was done wrapping up the backside, I had the client turn over so I could finish the standard service and begin the signature portion of our time together. But today I had a flash of insight. I started massaging her gluteus maximus once more, but quickly made my way towards the pucker of her asshole. As I worked my fingers into her private regions, she naturally let her legs drift apart, revealing a freshly shaved pussy. But before having my hands descend that way, I started applying the pressure to her anus the same way that Krysten had started doing with me. Jada made a soft and erotic sound as the tip of my finger penetrated her. I let my other hand slip lower and started spreading her lips. The wetness from the warmed oil started mixing with her natural juices. Jada’s breathing changed and became charged with sensual energy.
At this point, I asked her to turn around slowly. She rolled and revealed an incredible and luscious body. Her areolas were large and dark with nipples hardened with arousal. Her stomach was full and sensual, perfect to be held. She had a neatly trimmed bush perfectly framing a lovely pussy.
I placed her legs on the sidebars I had available underneath the massage table. This put her womanhood on full display and allowed me to get to the most important and fun part of the service. I stole a glance at the clock and saw I only had fifteen minutes left. I needed more time, but my schedule was full. Already I knew to not schedule these sessions in the middle of the day anymore. Jada’s body positively demanded more attention.
But I had to make do, so I spread her lips apart with two fingers and ever so gently applied pressure to her clit. Small circles of my thumb soon had her bucking her hips in pleasure, begging through words and body to be fucked. I obliged with my other thumb. She practically started ramming her body onto my two thumbs, trying to get the pressure she obviously craved. It was an awkward position for my body, but it felt right in the moment. Lastly, I took the pointer finger of my lower hand and inserted it into her asshole once more. Within seconds she was crying out in pleasure and cumming with wrist-breaking force. I felt her pussy clench down on my thumb and her anus clamp onto my finger. Her lubricant poured out of her like a faucet creating a small puddle underneath her.
Eventually, she calmed down and her holes released my trapped appendages. It was a glorious feeling to literally feel her body give me permission to leave. She had taken from me what she needed. I washed my hands and started cleaning up from the session as she recovered.
“Well, Jada, that brings our session to a close. It was an absolute pleasure getting to work on you and I hope to see you again sometime real soon.”
“Shit, Tre. That was the hardest I think I’ve ever cum. Here’s an extra hundred dollars for your extraordinary efforts. I will see you next week!”
She left my room and I pocketed the money. I had the best fucking job in the world. But I couldn’t enjoy myself or enjoy the afterglow. My next signature massage was starting in twenty minutes and I had a lot of work to do in order to have a professional workstation for her. This client was one I had had before, a woman in her early thirties who worked in finance. She had wavy brown hair, smaller breasts, shapely legs, and one of the most erotic orgasms I had ever seen. Her name was Danielle and I had been working on her for a few months now.