When an Innocent Massage Turns Into Sex
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When a massage turns into sex, sometimes people get hurt.
“You look stressed,” said Mia when I walked into the office on Friday morning.
“It’s been a hell of a week. Not only did I spend most of it in court, but I got into an accident yesterday on my way home.”
“Oh, my goodness. You okay?”
“This moron was texting when driving through a busy intersection. You should’ve seen his attitude when we exchanged details. Such a cocky little bastard.”
Mia’s teeth were clenched when she tucked her head in between her raised shoulders. “Ooh, that’s terrible. I’m sorry. I guess this isn’t a good time to tell you that Davis assigned you Biotech’s lawsuit.”
“You gotta be kidding me?”
“Look at it as a compliment. He wouldn’t do that if he didn’t believe you were one of the best partners in the firm.”
I sighed when my shoulders slumped. The last thing I was in the mood for was another battle. To be honest, I needed a big dick inside me. Five months had passed since the last time a man banged my brains out. My shoulders were so tense that I struggled to twist my neck. My face felt like cement had dried on it and prevented me from smiling. I wanted a relaxed body and a moist pussy.
“Let me go start the day,” I said. “I have to go over yesterday’s court proceedings and make sure everything is in order.”
“Give it to me. I’ll get my intern to do it. Looks like you could use a break.”
“You got an intern?”
“He started on Monday. Davis said I could hire an assistant. He’s actually quite hot,” said Mia before flashing her eyebrows and a smile.
“Don’t get too excited. Davis will kick your butt out of here so quickly if you sleep with the intern. You know how he feels about office romance.”
“I won’t. Am I not allowed to say that he’s attractive?”
When I put the files on Mia’s desk, she handed me a card. “What’s this?” I asked.
“Number for a massage parlour. It will definitely make you feel better.”
I snatched it out of her hand and smiled before turning to head to my office. My booking was for the following morning. I’m ashamed to admit that I squeezed in a porn video during lunch. I was jealous of the blonde for getting such a hammering. If only that could’ve been me.
Mia was biting her nails, and her forehead was creased when I approached her desk at day-end. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked.
“I was hoping we would discuss this on Monday.”
“I don’t know how to tell you this, but the intern kinda shred your papers.”
“I’m sorry. He made a mistake. I gave him a client’s private documents to shred, and he got your files mixed up in there. So…”
My head craned up when my eyelids dropped and mouth gaped. “Oh. My. God! What in the actual hell?”
“I’m sorry, Brenda. My mistake.”
“How’m I supposed to be ready for court on Monday? I can’t request another copy from the judge now, on Friday afternoon.”
Mia’s fist covered her lips when her forehead creased and shoulders raised.
“Fire him now!” I yelled.
She nodded before I stormed out. I got home and poured myself a glass of wine but kept the bottle by my side. After finishing two bottles, my heavy eyelids lowered. I sprawled onto the bed and woke up twenty minutes before my massage.
Tardiness was my pet peeve, so I skipped the shower and tied my hair up after applying a roll-on deodorant. I scuttled from the parking to reception.
“Miss Mason. Right on time,” said an elderly lady when checking the clock. “Please, go right ahead into studio 3 and feel free to get on the bed. A masseur will be with you in a moment.”
I got undressed and slipped a towel over my bum before burying my head into the face cushion and closing my eyes.
“Morning,” said a man after he closed the door. I mumbled the greeting. “Hope you’re ready to loosen up.”
I knew what he meant, but I thought that his choice of words was inappropriate. I forget about that as soon as his hands squeezed my shoulders.
“That feels so good,” I whispered before moaning.
His hands were strong, yet smooth. He knew exactly the right amount of pressure to apply to ease my tension without being rough. I wish all men were like this.
“How does that feel?” he asked when pressing my lower back.
Orgasmic. My murmur answered my sentiments. He dragged his hands across my back and down my arms. The tension in my neck subsided when he rubbed it. I wondered if all masseurs knew to touch the right spots as he did. After he massaged my calves, I was glad that his hands slid up to my thighs. His hands gliding over my thighs made me wetter. I was disappointed when he ran his hand back down.
“Hope this meets your expectations,” he said.
“Oh, it does. Much better than I thought it would be.”
I could sense a smile on his face and hoped that my answer would encourage him to get more sensual. His hands slid up my thighs and brushed my ass.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
“Don’t be. I don’t mind.”
His hands were under the towel when he massaged my ass. My pussy got wetter when he parted my cheeks. I wondered if he was looking at it. When I felt the towel slide up my ass, I knew where his eyes were. If only he knew that I wanted him to lick it. I opened my legs before pulling the towel off and flinging it onto the floor.
He rubbed my pussy in a circular motion before sticking two fingers inside. After pulling out his fingers, he parted my cheeks. I moaned when he licked my pussy. He tickled my clitoris. God, this feels so good. I could hear his pants slide down his legs before he got out of his sneakers. Keeping my eyes closed and not knowing his next move made me hornier.
He shifted when he lay beside me before getting on top. My eyes rolled to the back of my head when he stuck his dick inside and pressed his chest against my back. He grabbed the side of the face cushion and thrust. I screamed when the bed rattled. He pulled my hairband off and clenched a fist of my hair. His nose was presse d against my ear when I raised my face off the cushion.
“Oh, yeah,” he said when he thrust harder.
My eyes were closed and mouth agape when I moaned. He squeezed my breast and bit my shoulder. His dick plowed against my vaginal wall before he pulled it out and rattled it on my ass when he came. I folded my arms and rested my forehead on them to catch my breath.
When he got dressed, I raised my head and looked over my shoulder. “Do you mind -?” The rest of the sentence vanished when I looked at his face. “You! Oh, my God.”
He smiled. “Hi.”
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked when sitting upright and covering my chest with the towel.
“I work here on weekends. Sorry again about the accident. Completely my fault.”
“Hopefully, I made it up to you,” he said with a sly smile.
I gaped at the floor and shook my head. “I can’t believe this. What was I thinking?”
“If it means anything to you, this wasn’t my first time doing it with a client. I don’t know if you’ve banged another masseur.”
I leaned toward him and gaped. “Excuse me?”
“Sorry. Look, let me make it up to you. I’d like to take you out for dinner to show you that I’m not some jerk who only cares about sex. You seem like a nice lady, and I need to make it up to you for the accident.”
“What was your name again?”
“Lucas,” he said before extending his hand.
I smiled and shook it. Lucas walked me to my car and opened the door.
“What do you do when you’re not massaging people?”
“I started as an intern in a law firm this week. Believe it or not, my dream is to be a lawyer.”
“Interesting. I’m a lawyer.”
“What firm are you working for?” I asked.
“Davis and Associates.”
I frowned. “What? That’s where I work.”
“No way. Do you know Mia?”
“Yes. I trained her.” My eyes bulged when I realised that I told Mia to fire Lucas. “Hope you’re not mad about losing your job.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You shred my court documents. Mia didn’t speak to you yesterday?”
“She sent me a text to say that she wants to speak to me first thing Monday. You saying that you told her to fire me because I made a mistake?”
“Well, it was a pretty big mistake, don’t you think?”
He frowned and shook his head. “I can’t believe this. That was my dream job.”
The awkwardness forced me to get into my car and drive off. Lucas’ bewildered facial expression was on my mind the whole weekend. When I walked into the office on Monday morning, Mia said that Davis wanted to see him immediately.
“Mia hired a new intern last week, and he called me on Saturday,” said Davis.
“He did? To discuss what?”
“You. He said that you slept with him.”
“What? How? I mean, what?”
“Is it true?”
“It was an accident. I had no idea that it was him.”
Davis grimaced. “You know how I feel about office romance.”
“I do, but it was a mistake. Please, don’t -.”