Rub a Dub Dub – Meeting Violet

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Violet. My new favorite color. Well, not new now, but new then. God I still can’t believe it, and I am clinging to a foolish hope it never ends. My name is Jacob, I am of Greek decent, born in Brooklyn, moved to LA to try to become an actor. Worked odd jobs until I got a gig at a nice sport gym/spa. The tips were decent and the women, Jesus the women. So many hot trophy wives, and all loved to show it off.

I made friends with one of the masseuses we had at the gym, and he hooked me with a story about a foxy Asian lady in her 30’s who had surgery and all the money she could need and her husband was a mindless prick executive. Before long my buddy was screwing her right on the massage table. He would laugh telling me how the harder he made her cum the bigger a tip she would leave. And not chicken feed either, like $200 or more a pop. I guess you could say that made him a man whore, but what guy would have a problem being an occasional man whore to a smoking hot older woman?

So I put aside my pipe dreams of acting (I am only about 5 foot 8, and while i have movie star hair, I don’t quite have the looks. Though I do have the faint outline of a 6 pack so I have something going for me in my late 20’s) and went to massage school at night while keeping my position at the gym. 2 years later I had all the certifications and was ready to start rubbing down hot bodies and get a woman for my own on the side. I was taken right in to the massage center at the spa. Then bam! Right before I get my first client someone walked in on my friend and the Asian lady fucking on the table. She was divorced and broke soon after, my friend lost his job, and we all got thorough talking to’s and signed forms that we knew there was to be zero fraternization with the clientele.

This took away a lot of the thrill I was hoping for, but the money was very decent and the tips were crazy, even just for massage. And I still got a hell of a lot of masturbatory material rubbing down all these hot LA women. Anyway, I never even hinted at an inappropriate relationship, even with the occasional bored housewife who flirted. I didn’t want to risk the job I had after so many years of being so broke.

I had one client I really liked. Her name was Esmeralda and she was of Persian lineage. She flirted with me and I found out that her husband had died a couple of years back from a heart attack (fucking her I could see why, think Kim Kardashian but darker, older, and a more human figure) but still I didn’t want to lose my job so I kept it professional. She tipped me well and usually requested me. Then came the visit that changed everything in my life.

Esmeralda came in about 2:30 for a massage and today she brought her daughter, a daughter I didn’t know she had named Violet. Violet is still the cutest girl I have ever seen. She was wearing her catholic school uniform, a blue collared with white trim polo with an insignia, a blue plaid skirt, dark blue socks and sensible loafers. She was about 4 foot 10, had long black hair to her waist, about 3 piercings in each ear. She showed just the beginnings of a proud chest, she couldn’t be more than a small B cup at this point but she would easily be on her way to her mother’s healthy C’s by the time she reached college. She had legs that made up two thirds of her height. Her hair was pulled back on one side by metal clip barrettes and pulled into a long braid on the other side, very thick, like Jasmine from the Disney movie Aladdin.

Her face was amazing, she didn’t have a hint of pimple or makeup like so many girls her age. She had huge almond shaped green eyes that shined. Her eyebrows and eyelashes were long and dark and really stood out. Her eyes naturally went to a point on the edges and her lashes were so long they mashed up against each other as she blinked. She wasn’t wearing lipstick, only lip gloss that made her lips bright and shiny. When she smiled she showed a set of pearly whites to make god jealous and her smile was very warm, innocent and inviting.

“Hi Jacob!” Esmeralda said when she saw me.

“Hi Esmeralda. Here for a rub?”

“Well I am, but I have insisted you take care of my daughter Violet. I will take Fred.”

“Hi Violet, it’s nice to meet you. Is this your first massage?” I said sticking out my hand.

“No, but first i a while, Mom said I can get one since I got an A on the Constitution test.” Violet said in a soft, melodious voice that still is music to my ears.

“Yes she did, I am very proud. I know you give a great message so I want you to take care of her, won’t you Jacob?”

“Of course I replied to Esmeralda, “It would be my pleasure.”

After getting everything settled I took Violet back to my massage room.