I was walking through the lower-floor of an exclusive bordello, a large home in a non-descript upper-middle class neighborhood. It had a driveway, window awnings, porch lights, and a hedge- nothing to distinguish it from any of the other expansive homes on this suburban lane, except for the activities inside.
I had just been given the house tour, and was on my way to the bar for a soft drink. I was seeking to spend some time in the sofa lounge absorbing my new environment, eventually chatting with some of the beautiful ladies in attendance. I had arrived at opening time, and was planning to stay all day.
Lounging, relaxing, and more.
On my way to the bar, the masseuse encountered me and introduced herself. She wore a masseuse smock, but nothing else. It reached down to barely cover the bottom of her nice round rear end.
“Hello, I’m Laura, the therapeutic masseuse. I’m fully licensed, and give massages for $30 for 25 minutes. I also provide the same services as the other ladies upstairs, at the usual rates.”
She was sweet, and looked fine. But I didn’t partake. I wasn’t sure about letting loose on that tiny massage table!
I will go for her therapeutic massage next time, though. I had just had a long massage the day before and it hadn’t worn off yet… plus my body was soon to be refreshed through other activities that day.
Story Notes:
I wrote this thinking that in some form it might make a good opening for this story, but I liked it better as a standalone.