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The Masseur

This is a true story of a friend of mine, a golfing buddy. He’s several years younger than I am, but we get along well and share some tales. I’ll tell this from his side of the story, because it sounds better that way. He has read this and approves. Mike is a successful businessman, now, but it wasn’t always that way…

My name is Mike and I am educated in sports medicine and physical therapy. For a while, I was the Assistant Athletic Trainer at an Arizona college near where I live, but budget cutbacks forced them to let me go. I was 31 and single, and I thought of becoming a “personal trainer” but with no clientele and no funds to prop me up, I needed a job to pay the bills. I got hired by a high end resort spa in the area as a masseur, and had no trouble getting my license. They charged $150 for a one hour massage and I got half of that plus any “tips” that came my way.

Most of the customers were older women, not very attractive, but who could afford a day at the spa. Often, they spent $500 or more on all of the various treatments. It wasn’t a bad gig, and occasionally, a good looking woman or celebrity would come in and it would be fun, for a while. Nothing went on, but we all fantasize, right? Oh, by the way, I am 6’2” and 185 and I keep myself in good shape. I’ve been told I’m good looking, but who knows? I have no trouble getting dates and sex is no problem. Life is good.

One day, I picked up an appointment from an older woman who the manager said was a “regular” customer. She was in for a one hour full-body massage and I was given the assignment. Now these aren’t too hard, because most clients simply want a soothing, relaxing massage; not the deep muscle, injury massages that are hard work, and often painful.

The lady was in the massage room when I walked in, on the table, and a towel covering her body from her shoulder blades to just below her ass. I could tell she had once been a beauty; in fact, she still was, even at the age of about 50 or so. She had a slender figure, firm, toned legs and a naturally beautiful skin that was clear and almost wrinkle free. She had a slightly olive complexion, perhaps Mediterranean; Greek or Italian ancestry, very dark hair with a few grey hairs sprinkled in. She wore a huge diamond ring on her left hand, but had put her other valuables into a lockbox that all clients are provided. She was introduced as a Mrs., but told me to call her Marcia.

I asked her what she wanted, to make sure I knew her preferences, and she told me she wanted a full body massage and wanted to feel completely relaxed when she was through; in other words, “the usual”. I folded the sheet down from her shoulders to her waist, and poured some oil onto my hands and began with her neck and shoulders, simply to relax her. Long, slow, relaxing strokes to stretch the muscles, but not digging too deeply.