The Masseuse. Marianne Brun

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СКАЧАТЬ the hotel for the interview now meant nothing as she stood exposed and alone. “They cannot touch you,” Caroline, the interviewer, had insisted as she leaned forward. “You can only touch them. You are the one in control the whole time. You decide what happens.” She’d pushed the card across the table. “Call me when you’re ready.” The interviewer was smart; that promise of control wasn’t forgotten.

      Three days later when the job was accepted, Caroline sounded like an old friend on the phone, but when Jade stood in that room, she had no idea where the woman was.

      The client looked her over, and Jade considered running out and never coming back to this place. But where would she go? Home to her house on that horrible street?

      Colin’s face kept her in the room as her client climbed onto the table and lay on his stomach, his hands straight by his sides. She stood over his body. The need to escape from her suburban life, where she no longer belonged, made her lift the massage oil.

      She poured too much. Within seconds, the client’s body was covered in oil and she slid her hands up and down without direction. She stretched her arms so her body was too far for him to reach and all she kept thinking of was his penis. She would have to touch it. She didn’t know how she could.

      Then he made his request. “I want to ask you something, please.”

      She nodded. Her voice was gone, tied within the knot in her stomach.

      “Can I lick you?”

      “What?”

      He turned around and sat up. “Will you lie down and let me lick you? I promise I won’t do anything else.”

      She wanted to laugh and say, Oh, is that all? Okay, then. Instead, she shook her head. “It’s not allowed.”

      “I won’t tell anyone. Just five minutes. It’ll feel good.”

      “Why would you want to?” After two years without her husband’s touches, she couldn’t understand how a stranger would want to do that. She’d forgotten what it was like to get lost in the feel of a tongue.

      “My wife won’t let me do it to her, and I miss it.”

      Jade stiffened. Did his wife know her husband was here, being touched by another woman? She imagined lying down on the table and letting him move between her legs and the betrayal in it, and tried to hide her distaste under a shaky smile.

      “She hasn’t let me touch her in a very long time. I wouldn’t have an affair and I don’t want sex with anyone else, but sometimes…” He faltered and she felt the tickle of his gaze between her legs. “I go to places like this because I want to be touched.”

      Were his needs any different from hers? She was here because she was looking for something, if only appreciative glances and a feeling of being desired. He paid, and she took the money. She couldn’t hate him.

      Jade imagined letting herself go with the pleasure of soft wetness caressing her and was shocked she even considered it. In her seconds of silence, he had attained an expression of hope. He touched his erect cock.

      “I understand but still I can’t let you.”

      He took a deep breath. “It was worth a try.” She wondered what else he would’ve tried and how much truth lay behind his story of an estranged wife.

      Her deliberation was lost in the next second when he lay on his back and her eyes fell on his erection. She couldn’t breathe as she unceremoniously grabbed his penis and pulled.

      The client jumped off the table. “What are you doing?” He moved his hand to where she had just touched. “Fuck!”

      “I’m sorry. It’s my first time.”

      “I want another girl.”

      She nodded and tried not to cry.

      “What are you waiting for?” he shouted.

      Jade dressed quickly and ran to the office. She stumbled into Sasha, her body full of the tremors she tried to keep inside. “He wants another girl.”

      “You were only in there ten minutes.”

      She couldn’t believe it. Only ten minutes? How could she do this? She was still standing there with her arms around herself when Sasha went to get Arlene.

      * * * *

      The smell of air freshener hung in the air. Jade’s skin was bare under skimpy lingerie. The high heels added to her feeling of looseness.

      Jade crossed her legs and, for the first time in an age, appreciated their length and form, though they still shook from nerves and the frightening experience. She could smell the client’s sour sweat moving easily through the sprayed smell of the parlor. The grease from the massage oil lingered on her hands and made them slip off her knee.

      Once the unsatisfied client was taken care of, Sasha found Jade in the living room on the couch. “The first time is always scary.”

      Jade looked at her and tried to smile, but couldn’t.

      “It’s my fault. I should’ve made sure you knew what to do. I’m sorry.”

      Jade appreciated Sasha’s attempt to make her feel better but only wanted to stay in her tight parcel of legs and arms, where her voice was also lost, hiding within the pit of her stomach.

      “Have you met Jasmine?”

      She had briefly, yesterday. Jasmine had come in as Jade was leaving. She was Chinese and very beautiful, with long black silky hair, wide dark eyes and a lovely mouth. She swayed to her own humming as she put on makeup. When her slender figure was covered by a short lace dress, she danced around the room, hardly conscious of the girls watching her. The sitting room became her stage and Jade had stood with her bag on her back, unable to pull her eyes away for what seemed a long time until the doorbell rang and broke her trance.

      “She’s coming in early to show you the ropes. She’s on nights all the time, so I thought it best if you got help from someone you don’t work with. It lessens rivalry.”

      Jade managed to smile at this. She doubted Jasmine would ever feel threatened by her after what happened today.

      * * * *

      Jasmine arrived an hour later. On their way to the small massage room upstairs, she told Jade she always showered with the client at the beginning of their session. Jade had to resist the urge to run down the steps and leave. The idea of being in that small space with a man made her chest tighten.

      Before Jasmine’s lesson, all Jade knew were the basic facts. After a client picks the girl, he is brought to a room, where he says how long he wants to stay. A half hour is sixty dollars, an hour is a hundred and so on. The girl gets the money and gives it to Sasha. At the end of the night, half of everything each girl earns is given back.

      While the client showered, some girls took the chance to have a few puffs of a cigarette or finish a conversation. Jasmine jumped in with her client, and after he came in her hands, she’d shower with him again to make sure he would return. She saw Jade’s surprise and shrugged. “It makes them happy when you make an extra СКАЧАТЬ