A Male Masseuse?

Jenn laid on the massage table on her with a white sheet covering that reached underneath her pits, all the way down to her bare ankles. She waited patiently for her masseuse to come in, but she couldn't help but feel so excited. She was so exhausted from her long flight, spectating, and traveling on foot that she could really use massage to relieve those aching muscles. What can ever be more relaxing than this?

"Hello, how are you doing? My name is Arthit and I will be masseuse today" Jenn was surprised when she heard a deep voice with a thick accent.

She turned and saw that there was a male masseuse that stepped in with a cart full of lotions and oils.

"Oh... Well, er... um... Hello!" Jenn didn't mean to stutter so much.

"Everthing ok?" The masseuse looked concerned, obviously noticed Jenn's sudden discomfort.

"Yes, yes!" Jenn repeated, "I was just surprised. I thought a woman masseuse was going to be taking care of me today,"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Arthit apologized, "Would you like woman masseuse take care of you,"

"No, no, no, no, please," Jenn immediately felt bad for even mentioning, "I'm sure you're an amazing masseuse, I was just caught off guard a little,"

Arthit tilted his head in confusion, trying to comprehend what Jenn had said.

"I would love for you to take care of me!" Jenn restated with a smile to help him understand.

"OK! Please relax!" Arthit replied with a smile as he started to get ready and get things settled.

Jenn had to admit, she did prefer a female masseuse to take of care of her. It made her a little nervous the fact that she was laying on the massage table with so much as a sheet to cover her nudity from him. Let alone, he was about to massage her too! Jenn shook off the nervousness and tried to get comfortable.

'It's fine!,' Jenn thought, 'He's a professional. I'm sure he's done this a lot of times before,'