I Knead You

Chapter 2: Starting On The New Job

I had never had s*x before, but that didn’t mean I didn’t possess the basic idea. I didn’t have to think too hard to know where this dampness came from.

As I harked back to how I had brought Charlotte to this state, my heart started pounding furiously while my thoughts ran wild. The way she had looked, was she... aroused? Years of dirty jokes cracked in the locker room came to mind. Heh, perhaps she left because she needed to get herself off!

As I fantasized about how Charlotte could be lying on a bed somewhere, pleasuring herself, my face started to heat up. However, I quickly snapped out of my reverie as I reminded myself of how this job would help pay off my dad’s medical bills.

My dad was involved in a car accident a few days ago, and the mounting hospital bills were burying my mother and me in despair. 130,000! Such an astronomical figure. We would not be able to fork out such a sum even if we were to sell everything we owned.

This was why I decided to get a part-time job after school and do my bit for the family. And since I was skilled in massage, a spa was an obvious choice. I chanced upon Grace Lodge’s recruitment advertisement, which led me to that dreamlike experience with Charlotte.

The benefits at Grace Lodge were rather good. If what Charlotte said was true, so long as I performed well, my remuneration would be quite considerable and we would be able to repay our debts.

…

Charlotte stopped me as soon as I got to the spa the next day.

“Jason, don’t change into your uniform yet. We’re going to meet a client.”

“Sure.” I nodded and followed her. Charlotte was the boss, naturally, I would not object to her arrangement.

Charlotte was wearing a fiery red slip dress today. The bright fabric perfectly contrasted with her complexion, seemingly lending her an air of passion and verve. The dress flawlessly hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her curves. My gaze chased every move she made as if I was a snake being charmed.

“You have been walking behind me all this while. Could it be that you are interested in me?”

She suddenly stopped, turned, and took two steps toward me, cornering me against a wall. Then, she said in a sensual tone, “Do you want to touch me?”

“No… I don’t have such intentions…!” I was astounded, but I quickly shook my head and denied it.

I had to admit that for a moment, I had been enraptured by her figure. But that was just a physiological reaction, I would never act upon it.

She smiled, then leaned in closer till she was less than three inches from my face. Her sensuous voice sounded again, “Are you really… Not interested in me?”

I blushed and turned my face to the side. I could feel her warm breath on me, I was dazed. If she kept up with this, I would probably give in to her. By now, I was drenched in a layer of cold sweat.

Suddenly, Charlotte took two steps back.

“You were able to withstand my seduction. That’s good. It means that you won’t act out of hand when you serve our client. This puts me at ease.”

I stared at her in confusion.

She chuckled and added, “We have ten VIP rooms that are known as ‘pavilions’. It’s only for our most esteemed guests.” She pointed at a wooden door about ten feet away. “Your client is in the Silk Pavilion, right over there. Let’s go.”

I had just snapped out of my daze when Charlotte pushed the door open. She walked in with a smile, and I hastily followed. Once inside, a clear voice traveled to my ears.

“Charlotte, why did you bring in such a young boy? Weren’t you going to introduce me to a skilled masseur?”

My eyes turned in the direction of the voice.

A young woman stood there, looking every bit skeptical. It was only a glance, but I was mesmerized by what I saw.

This woman was hot. The sapphire blue top played up her voluptuousness while a pair of body-hugging denim shorts did justice to her perky derriere. The ring on her finger stated she was married. Pointed chin, trimmed eyebrows, and crimson lips — she was extremely beautiful.

But what stood out was the aloofness she exuded as though she was warning strangers to keep their distance. She was so close, yet so far.

Charlotte approached the woman and smacked her fair thighs, prompting her to scowl.

Charlotte grinned and pointed to me as she explained, “This is the masseur that I wanted to introduce to you. Don’t go by his age, he has excellent skills.”

“Charlotte, you know well. How can I allow a man to touch me?” The woman glowered at Charlotte, then pointed at me and unhappily remarked, “Moreover, he’s clearly a boy who’s just started working, how good can he be? I don’t want a rookie to give me a massage. Get me a more reliable masseur now.”

As I heard my skill being called into question, I felt a wave of rage consume me. Before Charlotte could say anything, I marched right up to the woman and growled, "You dare call my skills parlor tricks?"

They were taken aback.

Charlotte was first to react, she instantly opened fire. “Jason, shut up! If you dare piss her off, be prepared to lose your fingers.” She swiftly turned back to the woman with a smile. “This kid doesn’t know his manners. I’ll replace him now.”

“A regular masseur can help you relieve your menstrual cramps,” I interjected, “if they are regular cramps, that is. But given the amount of pain you are in, no more than three people here in Florida would be able to soothe you through massage.”

“How did you—”

Sarah Larson’s eyes opened wide with disbelief. But her reaction was well within my expectation, so I continued confidently, “For the past ten years, you've suffered from excruciating menstrual pains. It always starts on the third day of your period, with cramps beginning in the middle of the night, accompanied by a bout of cold sweat and muscle spasms.”

Sarah covered her mouth in shock. She turned to Charlotte after a while and said, trembling, “He’s spot-on.”

Charlotte inhaled sharply and looked at me as though she had stumbled upon a hidden gem.

From their reactions, I knew that I had gained their respect. I took the opportunity to add, “Mrs. Larson, you may despise me as a person, but please don’t denigrate my skills. I promise if your cramps persist after tonight, chop my hands off. Do whatever you want with them, feed them to the dogs for all I care.”

Sarah was no longer as arrogant. She considered my words carefully and said, “All right, I’ll trust you this once. You’d better keep your word. You know what happens if you don’t deliver.” With that, she walked into the changing booth at the corner of the pavilion.

Charlotte looked relieved. She smiled and whispered to me, “You did well. Why don’t you help me check my lower body when you are free?”

I blushed, took a step back, and replied half-heartedly, “If there’s a chance, I’ll help you.”

She laughed but didn’t continue to tease me. Instead, her tone turned solemn as she said, “Give your best. Sarah is quite powerful in this city, so chopping your hands is a piece of cake to her.”

I nodded. Even if I had to put my hands on the line, I could not allow anyone to question my skills. I had to protect my pride!

Charlotte walked to the entrance of the pavilion and opened the door. She stopped, smiled, and said, “She’ll be out soon. Don’t you dare think about taking advantage of her, okay?”

Then, she closed the door. Now, it was just Sarah and me in the room.

After a while, Sarah walked out of the booth in a loose-fitting robe. She looked conflicted as she glanced in my direction but eventually ambled to the soft and spacious bed.

Of course, I knew she was still wearing her undergarments beneath the robe, and even if I removed the robe, I wouldn’t be able to see much. But for some strange reason, I didn’t like seeing the robe on her.

An idea crept into my mind. Since the woman is so skeptical, I would teach her a small lesson! And I knew best how to deal with a woman, who was repulsed by another man's touch...

I wiped my hands with a hot towel, walked toward the bed, and placed them both on Sarah’s waist.

“Hey! What are you doing?” Sarah shuddered, then turned back and glared at me furiously.

“I’m going to start the massage.”

I didn’t give her a chance to rebut. My hands slid down, grabbed the sash of her robe, and tugged it lightly. The robe loosened immediately.

“What are you trying to do?!”

Sarah sprang as though jolted by an electric current. She instantly turned around and slapped my hand away, glaring at me in disgust.

I smiled nonchalantly as I leaned close to her ear and I whispered, “How can I give you a good rub if I can’t feel your skin? The massage will be ineffective if done over a robe.”