The Masseuse. Marianne Brun

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ easiness in her hands or body. She was nothing like the other girls. Take Arlene, who moved to Sydney with her father to leave a life of prostitution behind.

      After Arlene’s session with Jade’s disgruntled client, she shared some of her life story with Jade. Arlene’s father had tried everything in Perth but could not get his daughter to settle down. At the tender age of fifteen, Arlene met her pimp. During the next six years, she never managed to leave him for long. She dabbled with drugs for a while but didn’t like them too much; they made her feel adrift from everything. It was her body she loved. Sex was her drug.

      In Sydney, Arlene tried to start fresh. Her father had enrolled her in a computer course, which she found impossible. The inability to grasp the lessons made her feel small and inadequate so she gave up after the first week. She looked for work but the money she had earned from using her body made her laugh at minimum wage. Why bother?

      So she came to the massage parlor. It was still a lot better than the life she left. She no longer spread her legs or took a penis in her mouth unless she wanted to. Her father still tried to get his daughter away from the industry completely. He always gave her brochures for different courses, but he had slept better in the three years in Sydney than he had in the ten before.

      Jade appreciated Arlene’s attempt to help her relax by regaling her with tales about her youth, but it only made Jade feel more worried about working at the parlor. Arlene loved sex and her work while Jade felt too distant from her body and cringed with the idea of touching the men. Added to this was the fear of being a disappointment to the clients.

      She didn’t know if she’d return to the Beauty Suite until Sarah arrived.

      The moment Sarah walked into the living room with her long flowing skirt and tank top, Jade eased. There was a carefree excitement in the way Sarah looked around the room that told Jade this was new to her too. But while her job as a masseuse worried Jade, Sarah beamed with the idea of adventure.

      When Sarah looked at her, there was recognition in her eyes. “You must be Jade, the other new girl.”

      Jade nodded and managed to smile. Moments earlier, she would have thought even that small release impossible. “Yeah but I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

      She knew when Sarah landed beside her on the couch and took her hand as if she was an old friend that she had hoped for this attention. “You can’t go, we’ve just met.” Sarah grinned and Jade couldn’t help but mirror it.

      Sarah’s real name was Julie. They told each other who they were straight away, because like Jade, Sarah’s other life trailed behind her. The names they used in the parlor represented parts of themselves they were trying to discover or understand.

      Jade and Sarah were not there to pay the bills and survive. They did not decide to work at The Beauty Suite because they knew of nothing else to do. While Jade was doing it because she wanted to feel something again, Sarah wanted to learn about a part of her she never knew existed until recently.

      Sarah was bubbly and full of energy, with curly blond hair and a body similar to Michele’s. She used to work in an office up until a few weeks ago. Her love affair with her boss made her leave and not for the reason Jade had first assumed. It was not because of awkwardness but rather her daily rendezvous with him on the top floor, which had been left half built and unoccupied, brought a sexual hunger she’d never known existed. Now she couldn’t get enough. She felt there was another person—Sarah, of course—trying to get through.

      She told Jade that after her boss’s first glances toward her, she went to work in g-strings and see-through blouses. Within a few weeks, he called Sarah into his office and she sat on the chair opposite him with her legs crossed. When she uncrossed them, she made sure to do it slowly so he could see what lay between. She wanted him and he wanted her.

      He’d pushed his seat back and she straightened, sure he was going to approach. She thought he mistook her body language and saw the stiffening as defense. He stopped. There was nothing to say. He had called her in on a pretense of something or other.

      Sarah’s blue eyes danced as she told Jade when her boss said something about being satisfied at work, a window cleaner appeared in white overalls. Their building was in the prime area of Sydney and had windows to take in the view of the harbor. The cleaner saw Sarah and raised his eyebrows. She smiled and, without questioning the heat she felt with the idea of being watched, she rose.

      “Are you satisfied though?” she had asked her boss. She was acting, and never knew until then how good she was.

      Her boss had smiled as she approached. He moved his hands to the arms of his chair but, with a hand on his chest, she kept him still and managed to move the chair so her voyeur had a perfect view. She opened his trouser button, and her boss sucked in his stomach as she brought his zipper down. He clutched the seat and raised his ass so she could pull his pants down enough to release his erect penis.

      Sarah couldn’t believe what that man outside the window had propelled her to do. She lowered her lips to the tip of her boss’ cock and she licked it in soft circles before she opened her mouth to take him in. Her breasts rubbed against his thigh and imagining the watcher’s gaze going from her mouth to ass made her hot and wet. She pictured the other man taking her from behind as she sucked, and knew the window cleaner had his hand in his overalls.

      She tasted every inch of her boss. When she felt him tense, she rose to pull her skirt up to her waist. She moved her panties sideways with her fingers, and her boss touched her pussy, merely skimming her pubis before retreating, as if afraid she would disappear in a puff of smoke should he do anything wrong.

      Sarah sat on his cock and arched backward, her eyes falling on the window cleaner as she swayed. Her moans mixed with the movement of her voyeur’s arm as her boss moved his hands to her breasts then down to her thighs. Her boss groaned before she felt the heat of his cum shoot inside her. She swayed and felt the tremble in her stomach, opening her mouth in a gasp as she shuddered. He smiled, keeping her on his cock as it grew limp and he stroked her erect nipples until his penis slid out. That was the beginning of their affair.

      Her boss wouldn’t take the chance of doing it in the office again, so he and Sarah had become bold, meeting upstairs at lunch time. It was not him she sought, not his face, hands or body, but the desire to be filled. She woke every morning thinking of one thing and had to touch herself in bed. She re-lived the feeling of the cleaner’s eyes on her and imagined him climbing through the opened windows with his thick erection in her hands. She would touch her already wet crotch as she imagined him grabbing her from behind.

      After months of her growing sexual appetite, Sarah knew she couldn’t go on as she had, so she went on a tour of full-service parlors. She was brought down dimly lit stairs to shady rooms, where she imagined lying back like a dummy. She would have no say there. The men would use her then throw her away. It did not excite her.

      When she discovered massage parlors, she knew what she wanted. She wanted to be watched, to bring a man to bursting point and have the power to step back. She realized it was her own body she had fallen in love with by seeing it through another’s eyes on those dusky afternoons. She had made a play of leaning against walls, bringing her skirt up and teasing her boss by rubbing herself. It was this she loved more than his taking of her. She had awoken to herself.

      Sarah made Jade forget her misgivings. Those moments of standing alone and naked with a strange man were erased by the excited chatter. Sarah was so alive. They were so different in their manner yet the lives they had lived up to this were similar.

      “I’m so glad you’re here,” Sarah told her, and Jade pictured СКАЧАТЬ