The girl behind the counter wasn't Julie. This lady was younger, a brunette with long legs and a smile that showed every tooth.

"Are you Joe?" I heard the question, but my eyes were busy tracing the line of her throat down to where her top dipped low

“I am Heidi," she said, supplying the name I hadn't asked for.

Her eyes were huge, and when she smiled, it was so open and unguarded that it seemed to light up her whole face.

"Where is Julie?" I finally managed to say. 

“She is not in today, sir," said Heidi. “I’d be happy to rebook you for another time, though.” She added nervously, “If you would like to?”

I was surprised and a little annoyed that Julie hadn’t told me she wasn’t available today. 

“Julie usually reserves this slot for me. I’m the parlour’s biggest customer,” I said, letting the lie settle between us. It worked; Heidi’s smile vanished, her posture stiffening. 

"I did not know that, sir,” she said, her voice wavering slightly before she added quickly. "This is my first day here. Now when would you like to come back?"

I don't want to come back,” I said sharply, stepping closer until her gaze flickered away from mine. Her focus dropped to the counter, then back up to my face, her pupils wide.

"My time's far too precious to come back," I said, softening my tone slightly.

"But there's no one else here," she replied in a frightened whisper.

"But you are a masseuse, Heidi?" I asked. “Are you not?”

"Yes," she said, "but—" and her voice trailed away.

"Excellent," I said. "You can massage me. I am sure you can look after me as well as Julie does."

Heidi hesitated; her dark eyes darted around the room. Then she sighed and ran a hand through her glossy hair.

"Alright," she said finally, giving me a halfhearted smile. "Please, follow me to the treatment room, sir."

As we walked down the dim hallway, her stiff posture confirmed it: she was a novice. Once inside the spacious massage room, she gestured toward the massage table with a shaky hand, then busied herself preparing oils and towels.

I settled onto the table. Julie knew exactly where my knots were and how to grind them into submission. But as I pictured the nervous girl preparing her oils, I knew I didn't want my usual massage.

A sudden, uneasy silence filled the room as Heidi approached me tentatively, her fingers fumbling with the cap of the lavender-scented oil she was now wielding.

"I think you have forgotten something,” I said.

Heidi paused, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"What might that be?" she asked, her eyes darting to the array of oils and towels on the side table.

"Julie always takes her clothes off for me. A little treat for her best customer. I hope you're wearing something nice underneath!”

Heidi's cheeks flushed dark at my words, her wide eyes looking anywhere but at me. "I...I didn't know," she stuttered. "They... they didn't tell me about this."

"Maybe you should ask management about these little details," I suggested, "before you start work here properly." 

Heidi took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she considered what to do. She nodded, swallowing hard. "Yes, okay then," she murmured, barely audible.

She turned away from me, her hands pulling off her shorts, then her T-shirt. When she turned back, she self-consciously held the T-shirt against herself for a moment before dropping it on a chair. She was wearing a set of black lace lingerie that suited her perfectly.

Turning back to me, Heidi's dark eyes met mine directly for the first time. "Is this... what you meant, sir?" she asked, her voice shaky but steadier than before, gesturing vaguely at her black lace lingerie.

"It's perfect," I replied, cutting across her. My mind swirled with possibilities, encouraged by Heidi's cooperation.

"You are definitely an upgrade on Julie," I observed, then added after a pause, “so far!”

Heidi's eyes widened at my comment, and she blushed.

"Thank you, sir,” she managed, her voice still trembling but now laced with a little confidence.

I watched as Heidi poured lavender-scented oil into her palms and rubbed them together, warming her skin and the oil. Her every move was hesitant.

"Please turn over, sir," she instructed, avoiding my gaze.

As instructed, I lay on my stomach and closed my eyes, waiting for her hands to touch my back. The room fell silent.

I heard her moving around me, her bare feet padding across the wooden floorboards. Each passing second heightened the anticipation until, finally, I felt something warm and smooth against my skin.

Her touch was gentle, almost timid, as she began rubbing oil into my back. It wasn't as firm or experienced as Julie's, but that didn't matter. This wasn't about a massage anymore.

I felt her hands move slowly down from my shoulders, pressing on every knot she found with slight hesitation before applying just enough pressure to ease them out. Her fingers worked steadily across my back. She was doing a good job.

"Did they tell you I am famous here for my enormous tips?" I said.

Heidi started, jostling the table slightly as she blinked in surprise. 

"No, they didn’t, sir,” she said, meeting my eyes for the briefest of moments in the mirror across the room.

In that instant, I saw a flash of excitement in the mirror, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. When her hands returned to my back, the pressure was firmer, more confident. She dug her thumbs into a knot with a deliberation she hadn't shown before. Motivated by money, I thought. Excellent.

Her hesitation was fading with every stroke. She was clearly a novice, but any loosening of my muscles was now a bonus. My plan was what mattered.

The scent of lavender grew stronger as she worked on my back. The rhythmic kneading should have been relaxing, but every muscle in my body stayed rigid, held in check. I was waiting for the right moment.

Every so often, I would let out soft moans of satisfaction to encourage her. At every sound I made, Heidi would pause for a moment before continuing with renewed vigour.

"Let's move onto my front," I eventually said. "That's the bit I like best."

Yes, of course, sir,” she replied, her voice just a whisper. Her touch faltered, telling me the apprehension was back, but she carried on, determined to prove herself.

Slowly, I rolled onto my back, folded my hands over my stomach, and looked up at Heidi. She was avoiding my eyes as she poured more lavender oil onto her petite hands.

I reached out and touched her stomach. I picked a spot on her rib cage and then swept to the right, letting my hand come to rest on her slender waist.

"You are doing very well, Heidi," I said warmly, smiling up into those big eyes.

"Thank you, sir,” she replied, stepping back so she slipped from my reach, and then forward again. Her voice wavered as she pressed her slick hands against my chest to resume the massage, her fingers stiff with a tension that told me I was pushing her limit.

Her hands worked gingerly down my front, from my chest to my abdomen. Her touch was soft and cautious, a warmth radiating from her fingertips with every hesitant stroke. Each movement was deliberate, careful, the work of someone desperate to please.

Heidi avoided my gaze as I chuckled. "You're not bold like Julie, are you?" My hand slid down to her ass, and I cupped her left cheek. "But you have a nicer ass," I said.

A strangled gasp escaped her lips, and she stumbled a bit. I didn't let go, keeping my hands inside the back of her panties to hold her gently in position. Heidi's blush deepened, and for a moment I thought she might run. Her eyes widened in the dim light.

"I... I'm... I just..." Words failed her as they had before, but this time something else flickered in her expression, perhaps the beginnings of indignation.

I let my hand fall back onto the massage table. The silence that fell between us was heavy and awkward. I would give her a moment.

"I'm sorry, Heidi. I've gone too far," I said, my tone full of regret. "I was just doing what I always do."

No, I..." she started, then stopped, shaking her head as if to clear it. Her eyes darted toward the door. "It's just... no one told me. About any of this."

I nodded, understanding, and lay flat on the table again, making it obvious I was waiting for Heidi to pick up where she had left off.

She hesitated for a moment before picking up the bottle of lavender oil that had fallen to the floor. Her hands trembled as she poured more oil into her palms and rubbed them together.

Heidi's blush deepened, her fingers rigid as they resumed their work. Her eyes kept shifting from my chest to my face, trying to gauge what I'd do next. I watched her, encouraged that she had stayed.

A frown flickered across her face, but she had regained control of her movements. So I cautiously reached out and touched her ass again.

"Is that okay, Heidi?" I asked gently.

Heidi tensed, her dark eyes meeting mine with a flicker of apprehension. My fingers pressed and squeezed her tight little backside gently. Then, slowly, she nodded, the corners of her lips barely twitching into a small smile.

“Yes, sir" she murmured, her voice barely audible. "It's okay." I smiled, delighted, and immediately let my hand roam. My fingers explored her body, mainly on the area of her tummy, just occasionally wandering down to her ass or up to her breasts, sitting and looking so delicious in her low-cut bra. I inhaled deeply and went for it, hoping to keep the momentum behind my plan going.

"Very slowly take off your bra for me," I whispered, lifting my hand to squeeze her right breast gently.

Heidi froze, her eyes wide and unblinking, her hands halfway down my torso. The room fell into an intense silence. She looked down at me, confusion and apprehension in her lovely eyes. I assumed I had blown it, but I forced myself to be silent and still. The next move had to be hers.

After what felt like ages, she slowly pulled away from me and stood up straight. She reached for the shoulder straps of her bra, her fingers trembling noticeably. She slid them off her shoulders, slowing when I asked her to. The cups lowered too, giving me a great view of her tits. Wow, I thought. Her gaze was filled with trepidation, but her hands moved with a strange, deliberate calm. She was going to see this through.

I watched as she undid the clasp at the back of her bra, her face a mask of concentration. As the garment dropped to the floor, I silently congratulated myself for achieving a momentous step.

"Is this... Are you sure this is okay?" Heidi asked tactfully, avoiding my gaze. She looked at the door as though she feared someone might come in. Her blush deepened again, and her hands instinctively rose to her chest.

"I'm sure," I said, my eyes locked on hers. "You're doing great, but take your hands away, please." I began to enjoy the view of her breasts as she dropped her hands, and she tried to refocus herself on massaging me.

"You have beautiful breasts," I told her.

The compliment made her blush again, but she kept working, her eyes darting between her hands and my face. I watched her, wondering how much further I could take this.

The room remained silent. I tried hard to hide how excited I was and to keep my breathing steady. Heidi's gaze lingered on mine for a moment. I smiled, and she looked away. She then focused all her attention back on my body, her fingers moving with newfound determination.

Her hands steadied as she worked my chest and abdomen, alternating between firm kneading and light strokes. Her eyes flickered briefly as my hands reached out for her breasts, but she didn’t pause as I began to savour her wondrous tits.

This went on for a while before I finally removed my hands from her chest to rest them back on the table.

“This feels so good," I whispered. "You are doing great, Heidi."

My words helped! The tension in the room eased, and Heidi's movements grew more relaxed again.

I closed my eyes and sighed contentedly as Heidi's fingers skillfully worked another knot. I felt her smile faintly at this approval and heard a whisper of relief escape her lips.

"You're doing an excellent job, Heidi," I added casually. "You may now remove my towel." I knew she would expect me to be wearing pants. When she removed the towel, she let out a small gasp, her eyes widening. I was naked and clearly very excited.

"Heidi," I said, not breaking eye contact, "it's okay." She held her breath and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

She stammered out an apology, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she averted her gaze from my exposed form. I couldn't help but find her discomfort amusing. 

"I-I don't think that's within the scope of my duties as a masseuse, sir,” she managed in a small voice, her hands fidgeting at her sides.

"Oh, Heidi," I chided gently with a smirk playing on my lips, "I thought we had already crossed that line a while back. From now on, it’s all about pleasure." I lifted one of her hands from her sides and placed it on my cock. “And this is the most important part of the session," I said. "You have done this before, right?"

Heidi's hand jerked back in surprise, but I kept hold of it, firmly guiding it back onto my dick. Her fingers tentatively wrapped around my cock.

"I've never... done this before," she admitted quietly, embarrassment deepening the red in her cheeks.

"That's okay," I said, maintaining eye contact. “I'll show you how." I demonstrated a couple of strokes by moving her hand up and down my shaft. When I let go, she stopped. “Keep going," I said gently. "It feels so good when you do it."

With that, Heidi began to stroke me carefully, the uncertainty still present in the twitch of her brows and the catch in her breath. But as time passed and as I gave more indications that she was doing well, her confidence began to return. 

Her strokes became faster, firmer and steadier.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Heidi?" I suddenly asked. I imagined a distraction would help. Something else to think about, and I was intrigued. I'd noticed the engagement ring on her finger the moment I came in, and it had been a delicious undercurrent to the entire session. This was my chance to mention it.

Heidi paused mid-stroke, her eyes flickering up to meet mine. She looked surprised by my question, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but wasn't sure how.

"Yes... I'm engaged, sir,” she finally confessed, her voice soft, almost apologetic. Her dark eyes darted away from mine to my chest.

"He is a very lucky man," I said. "Don't you do this to him?"

"No, I've never..." she stammered out, her fingers still lingering on my skin, her touch growing colder and more hesitant. She looked up at me, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to say something but wasn't sure how. "I mean, we've never...we are not very adventurous."

I had resumed fondling her lovely ass to add to the list of things she was dealing with. "Interesting," I mused, my gaze returning to Heidi's flushed face. "Well, he is missing out on quite an experience." My voice was soft but firm as I took her hand and got her to resume giving me the handjob. "You are a natural, Heidi.

“Now you may take my cock in your mouth," I said lightly.

Heidi's face paled at my words, her dark eyes wide in disbelief. "I...I don't know if I can..." she stammered, her gaze dropping away from mine once again.

"It's okay, Heidi," I assured her, guiding her head closer. “We will go slow. As I said, we will work this out together. Trust me! Okay?”

I reached up and gently kissed her breast, taking her nipple deep into my mouth for just a moment. She gasped, pressing harder against me for just an instant. A flicker of pure pleasure crossed her face before she caught herself. This was all new to her, and despite her fears, she was also eager to learn, it seemed.

"Is that how you like them kissed?" I asked softly.

"I... I don't," she stammered and then nodded. I kissed the other breast, again sucking deeply on the nipple, and to my surprise, her hand came up and pressed my head into her. When I pulled away, she looked at me, her eyes misty.

"That felt so good, Joe," she said almost apologetically. “I mean, sir.” She resumed stroking me.

“Joe’s fine, Heidi,” I said gently. “Oh my, that’s good, very good, Heidi," I encouraged. I then added flatly, "Now you were going to suck my dick?"

She stared at me for a long moment, the room's silence heavy with anticipation. Would she or wouldn't she? Finally, she let out a shaky breath and gave a subtle nod. Her fingers wrapped a little tighter around my dick, giving it a tentative squeeze before she lowered herself towards me.

The first brush of her lips against me made us both gasp. Heidi's eyes went wide, and she pulled back slightly. Then she seemed to gather herself, close her eyes, and she leaned in again.

She moved slowly, uncertainly at first. Her touches were tentative and experimental. I imagined she was trying to find what worked for both of us. I gently encouraged her, and her determination resurfaced. Heidi's head began to bob up and down quickly, finding rhythm and confidence.

My hands roamed over the smooth expanse of her back, tracing the curve of her spine. Her initial stiffness was gone; her movements were now guided by focused curiosity. Her breath hitched when my thumb pressed into the small of her back. The fiancé she’d mentioned was a fool; he had no idea what he was missing.

"Come around the other side," I commanded, taking control while hoping I could get away with more. "Put a leg up on the table, Heidi." I used my hands to help her up and to guide her mouth back onto my dick. "That's right. Suck it," I added. "Just like before. Now open your legs for me just a little bit."

I slid my hand between her legs, moving them wider so I could get access, and then I very gently stroked her pussy.

"Is that okay?" I asked.

Her eyes fluttered, and she turned her head to meet mine as her body stiffened at the unexpected touch. She nodded slowly, allowing herself to relax into the sensation. I felt her shiver as my fingers touched her pussy.

"J-just... please take it slow, sir,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. I could hear a note of uncertainty mixed with curiosity in her tone. This girl was getting horny.

"Of course," I reassured her, my voice low and comforting. "Trust me." I continued my gentle movements, and I watched as Heidi adapted to the unexpected turn of events. I saw that determination etched onto her face once more, and she returned to moving her head up and down on my dick with a smooth flow.

“That's it, just a little wider, Heidi,” I said and her leg came a little further onto the table.

She wanted this; her fear was just a thin veil over her curiosity. I kept my touch light, finding the damp heat between her legs. There! That spot made her hips twitch. I focused there, and the results were immediate.

Heidi’s breathing grew ragged, her body quivering under my touch. She stilled momentarily, hesitating before ultimately pushing forward with renewed vigour.

"Good girl, Heidi," I said. “Relax! That’s right, you're allowed to enjoy it too.”

I gently moved her panties to one side so I could attempt slipping a finger inside her.

Heidi held her breath as I did so, a gasp escaping her lips and sending vibrations along my length. I felt her tighten around my finger, the rings of muscle contracting in surprise. After a beat or two, she relaxed, her body accepting the intrusion. She was so wet that my finger began to make a slight slurping noise as I slid it in and out of her.

Her breaths were ragged now, her lips covering my cock in saliva. My name fell from her lips in sharp little whimpers, a thrill that only spurred me on. I watched her closely as I finger fucked her pussy. Heidi was clearly excited by this new experience. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips parted, her expression a mixture of shock and pleasure. I slowed, relaxing my finger for a moment as I prepared for a final effort.

"Relax, Heidi," I murmured, never taking my gaze off her. I added another finger. “Let go!” She trembled again under my touch, but fear was gone from her eyes, replaced by only desire.

Slowly but surely, we found our rhythm again. Her hips now began to rock instinctively against my fingers even as her mouth worked on me. The dual sensations were electrifying, and I groaned in response.

Then Heidi's rhythm faltered, a sign she was close to her release. I could feel it in the way she clenched around my fingers and in the desperate sounds she made above me.

"Are you going to come for me, Heidi?” I asked in between shallow breaths.

Heidi didn't answer at first, her mouth too busy trying to keep in time with her hips. Then she nodded, a whimper of affirmation escaping her lips. It was a small, weak sound, but it was enough to drive me further.

A choked sound escaped her throat.

"Let it go, Heidi," I urged her, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay. Come for me. I want you too. Come all over my fingers.”

She hesitated, her dark eyes flicking open to meet mine before shutting tight again. Her body was tense under my touch. I saw her bite her lower lip, teeth clenched, as she fought to stay in control.

Heidi's breathing suddenly paused, her body trembling, and then, after holding her breath, she began panting, trying to get as much oxygen as she could.

I watched as she felt the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of her release.

Her cries echoed around the room.

And then she went rigid for a split second before collapsing onto me. Her climax had seemed to hit all at once, making her body go limp. It left her gasping and shuddering. Her body pressed against me, and her arms reached desperately for mine.

I held her tight while she came down from her height; I moved her gently around so she lay on top of me. I hugged her, trying to comfort her.

"It's okay! I've got you! You’re safe with me!” I said. Then, after a long pause, I added, "That was pretty intense, huh?" Her orgasm had been intense, but my own needs were now nagging at me. As she quieted, my hand reached down, and I pulled her panties down. 

"I am going to fuck you, Heidi," I said simply.

She looked up at me, her eyes still glazed with bliss. "I... I don't know if I'm..." she started, but I silenced her with a kiss.

“It’s okay," I added when I pulled back, and she went to say something.

"Sshh," I whispered against her lips. "Just relax. Let me show you."

I lifted her, guiding my cock to her entrance. She tensed as she felt the head of my cock press against her, her eyes flying open with a fresh wave of apprehension.

“Do you like that, Heidi?" My voice was soothing as I ran my hands up and down her bare back to calm her nerves. "You want this, right?" I said.

After a moment, she nodded.

“Yes, I want this,” she whispered.

I gently pushed inside her. A sharp intake of breath told me that even after our earlier activities, she was still tight. Then she let out a shuddering sigh, and I knew she was starting to relax.

"Careful, please," she whispered. "You are so big." 

Bigger than her boyfriend, then! Good! I was delighted at that news.

Very slowly, I began to move inside her. With every thrust, she moaned softly, exactly the sound to spur me on. Her body began to move with mine, accommodating me fully as I went ball deep.

"Am... am I doing okay?" Heidi's voice was small and unsure.

"You're doing so well," I assured her, kissing her gently. The words seemed to bolster her confidence. Her movements became less hesitant, and I released her, letting her rise to straddle me. Then I too sat up so I could enjoy her tits as she sat in my lap fucking me. I grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly and guiding her to fuck me in a way we would both like.

Heidi surprised me; she seemed wild and passionate now, and she took control. She pushed me back onto the table. Her hips rolled, finding a tempo that matched my pounding heart, sending ripples of ecstasy through my body. The sight was mesmerising: her beautiful body, the look of pure lust on her face. Wow, this was so exhilarating. Heidi lowered herself over the top of me and smiled down at me.

Her breasts were right in front of me as she moved up and down. They were begging to be enjoyed. I brought my hands up to knead them, feeling their softness beneath my fingers and watching as Heidi's eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. Her sharp cries filled the room when I lightly pinched her nipples between my thumb and index finger before sucking them hard.

In front of me, Heidi was moaning and whimpering but still fucking me hard. Being inside her felt so amazing.

"You are in so deep, Joe,” she whispered, confirming my thoughts.

I watched as she surrendered herself to pleasure, her body moving of its own accord. Sweat began to bead on her forehead, trickling down her spine as she rode me. The sight of her like this, the slick heat of her around me, the way her glistening body moved with a rhythm that was all instinct. It was overwhelming. I could feel the faint tremor in her thighs where they pressed against my hips, and saw the abandon in the way her head fell back, exposing the pale line of her throat. A low, continuous sound escaped her, part gasp, part hum. We fucked for ages, driving each other on.

"Harder," Heidi commanded suddenly, her voice raw with pleasure. "Harder, Joe. Please!”

Surprised by this newfound assertiveness, I still complied willingly.

The final thrusts were raw and relentless, our exhales sharp and audible in the quiet room. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweaty bodies, the top of the massage table sticking to my body. Her climax hit with a choked, guttural cry that seemed to pull mine from me. I exploded inside her before I could stop it. She collapsed on me, and we lay gasping together.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of our breathing and my heart against my ribs. I ran a hand through the damp hair at her temple.

"Heidi," I said, my voice a little gravelly now. She stirred, a soft murmur of contentment. I waited another moment before continuing. "I want to book you every week, but at my house. So we have privacy.” I felt her thigh tense. "And a seven-thousand-dollar tip each time." Her head lifted, and she looked at me, her flushed cheeks matching the fire in her eyes. 

"I think," she said, catching her breath, "I could be persuaded to do that. "Especially if you make it eight," she added after a moment, a playful smirk playing on her lips. "After all, I think I will earn it."

My heart thrummed at the sound of her laughter. As our laughter died down, neither of us moved to disentangle ourselves. Instead, Heidi snuggled closer, her head finding a comfortable spot on my chest.

The room grew quiet save for our soft breathing and the occasional sigh of contentment. My fingers found their way into Heidi's tangled hair, gently stroking through the silky strands as I listened to her steady breaths.

As we lay there in silence, a deep calm settled through me. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of Heidi's body lull me into a peaceful haze. "For the record," I murmured into her hair, "that was the best massage ever."

Heidi let out a small sigh, and I cracked an eye open to see her looking at me, sleepiness clouding her gaze.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with sleep. "It wasn't... what I expected. But for the record, that was the best fuck ever.” She smiled and shrugged.

A laugh rumbled in my chest. "The pleasure was all mine." I paused, tracing her jawline. "And okay, you win. Eight thousand it is."