The Masseuse. Marianne Brun

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      Arlene’s attention stayed on Jade while she moved to the chair at the middle of the table between the two other women. She put her foot on the chair, and Jade could see right up her legs to the small fabric beneath. Jade’s gaze fell on that space, as if her eyes had minds of their own. Heaviness settled in her stomach with the notion that she was trapped between those legs, caught inside their muggy warmth with no room to breathe. She knew Arlene wanted to turn her on. She could see it in the woman’s slight, mischievous grin, and when she glanced at Nikki, the other girl’s smile told her she was used to this kind of behavior and was waiting to see what Arlene would do next.

      Jade wanted to feel the heat the girls cherished. She wanted to have Arlene’s same visible moistness but she couldn’t. It had been too long.

      “How was your day off, Arlene?” The mirth in Nikki’s tone was unmistakable, and her sly look prepared Jade for what came next.

      Arlene took a bottle of moisturizer off the table and poured some of it into her hand. When she began to rub it onto her legs, the movement pulled Jade’s gaze. It was no great surprise when Arlene started to tell them about her seduction. Jade felt Nikki gave her history because she never thought of hiding anything about herself, but Arlene’s sharing was obviously an elaborate act to keep from boredom. She said she couldn’t resist her flat mate’s friend when he walked into her house with dark jeans and a t-shirt over a toned body. He had blond shoulder-length hair, green eyes and the best mouth she had ever seen, which is why she wanted him. She wanted his lips between her legs.

      “That’s what your days off are always about…” Nikki jeered.

      “And you have to know the details since it’s the only way you get any action.”

      Nikki raised her eyes heavenward. “What nonsense.”

      Arlene smiled as she switched legs, moving her hand down her thigh slowly. The silence heightened her gestures, tension filling the small space around them. Jade wanted to walk away but couldn’t. She was afraid any movement would bring attention back to her.

      “Well, did you get him?” Nikki urged.

      Arlene laughed. “Yeah, his tongue went right where I wanted it.” Jade tensed when Arlene leaned toward her. “It’s easy. All you have to do is work them up until they are about to burst, then spread your legs.”

      Jade wanted to laugh. It wasn’t that easy to seduce her husband now. Colin used to want her body, but not anymore. Not in the last two years.

      Arlene winked at Nikki. “I was wearing my usual attire for visitors.”

      Nikki gave a short, cute laugh and told Jade, “A g-string and dressing gown. I don’t think she wears anything else.” If she noticed the effort in Jade’s smile, it didn’t bother her.

      Arlene shrugged. “What’s the point?” Her foot was still on the chair and she rubbed her leg, her gaze on a distant point ahead. “I bent toward the TV and the gown lifted. When I touched myself, he came straight for me.”

      Jade knew Arlene pictured her touching her breasts and stomach, then the space between her legs as she described it. “His hands were warm and soft. I pushed backward, and he was like putty.”

      “Yeah, ’cause he was fifty and hadn’t got anything in years.” Nikki’s ease allowed Jade to relax a little.

      “No, you jealous cow, he was young, early twenties.” Arlene moved her hand perilously close to her crotch. “When I touched him through his jeans, he was hard. I opened his button and zipper. He couldn’t believe his luck.” With raised eyebrows, she looked at Nikki. “And before you say anything, he wasn’t small either. He was perfect.”

      “I’ll take your word for it.”

      “Yeah, well, I wasn’t complaining yesterday when I had him in my hands.”

      Jade’s breath caught. Arlene described exactly what she would have to do in the parlor’s small, dark rooms. She wanted to get sick. How could she take a stranger’s penis in her hand and make him come? She tried to banish the massage table from her mind.

      “I went down on my knees and stroked him.” Arlene’s eyes twinkled as she rubbed the sparse fabric of her g-string.

      Jade couldn’t believe it. If she wasn’t so perturbed with the idea of what she had to do here and the notion of stepping closer to those rooms, she would’ve tried to walk away.

      Arlene’s glance made Jade conscious of her tight lips and rigid body. The flash in the other woman’s eyes ensured Jade that her discomfort was a further turn-on for Arlene. “I licked him. He tasted good.” Her gaze stayed on Jade. “I caressed his balls and took him. But I couldn’t fit it all in my mouth.”

      Nikki shook her head. “Don’t hold back, Arlene.”

      Her playful tone took Arlene’s attention from Jade. “Want me to stop?”

      Jade would have nodded, but she felt like a kid wanting acceptance.

      “I wouldn’t stop you before the big finish, now would I?” Nikki answered.

      Arlene tilted her head sideways and stayed quiet for a long moment, her hand frozen on her thigh. “No, I don’t think you would…”

      Jade didn’t know if the sexual tension rising from Arlene and Nikki’s come on smile and relaxed body was an act for her benefit, or if she thought the air was highly charged because she’d spent so long locked inside her house alone. Would the looks, touches and conversations be as overbearing if she had gone back to work in the housing authority?

      “I went slowly.” Arlene pulled her gaze from Nikki to face Jade. “Always go slow if you want to be serviced.” She giggled and Jade wondered if her need for advice in these matters was so obvious. If she looked rigid to Colin, how must she look to them?

      “When I released him, he was ready to take me, but I wouldn’t give it to him easily. I teased him. Then I let him go and sat on the couch. I widened my legs. ‘I want to feel your tongue,’ I told him. There was no argument. He was in front of me within seconds. With hands on my waist, he pulled me toward him and lapped me up. God, he was good. I thought with his silence and youth, I’d have to show him what to do.”

      “Show him?” Jade realized the question came from her only when they looked at her. She couldn’t imagine instructing a stranger.

      Arlene nodded. “I’ve always had the patience to teach. They feel like they owe you something then. But he didn’t need it. He knew how to work slowly and softly. He didn’t miss a spot. By the time he stood and turned me around, he could’ve done anything with me. He pushed me so I was folded over the couch and took me.”

      She dropped her leg as the doorbell rang, and Jade could tell by Arlene’s smile she wanted a client now. She wondered if Arlene let them touch her. The masseuses weren’t supposed to allow it. Still, she imagined the blond girl couldn’t resist now—either that or she would touch herself for them, sit in the small chair with СКАЧАТЬ