A client

You sit around, playing a game on your phone while waiting for your first client. You're actually getting bored and about to change your mind on whether or not this is a fun idea, when the door opens and a woman enters. Your first impression is that she's rich. She's dressed in designer clothes from head to toe and while you're aren't good at appraising fashion, you can tell that the humongous blue diamond ring on her wedding finger is worth a minor fortune from your experience working at the auction house. The spa wasn't bragging about the costs of massages here and their clientele seems to fit the brand.

You must have been transfixed because the woman has to clear her throat to get your attention, before you blink and remember the scenario you had worked yourself into.

"Hi, I'm... John." You blurt out your own name, even though you had intended to use a fake name, but in the moment was too flustered to think quickly. It doesn't help that the woman, who looks to be in her late 20s or earlier 30s, is really beautiful. You were so obsessed with her material belongings that you had overlooked her stunning physical attributes. She's slightly taller than you in her heels, with wavy platinum blonde hair, and the figure and face of a bikini model. Additionally, she smells amazing, like lavender, and her skin is just tanned enough that you know she spends a lot of time at the beach.

"Hi, I'm Anya," the woman sets down her expensive hand bag and shakes your hand, before she looks at you expectantly.

"OH! Yes, I'll leave the room and let you get comfortable and onto the table. I'll be right back!"

"Okay, thank you!" Anya replies politely, amused at your nervousness. As you leave out of a door on the opposite side of the one she had entered through, you can't help but look back at Anya and she flashes you a pearly smile, her hands pausing at the top button of her blouse while you exit. Out of the massage room, you give it 5 minutes before heading back into the room, pacing back and forth, eager to play out one of your porn fantasies.

When you return, Anya is lying on the table with her face down in the hole and relaxed, while you can see that she's draped a towel over herself that covers most of her body, from her shoulders to her thighs. You look around the room, and go light some incense sticks and hit play on a machine that starts playing soft, soothing ocean sounds. Next, you find a bottle of massage oil and apply it to your hands, rubbing it all over and getting your hands warm too as you approach the blonde on the table. You're not very experienced with giving massages, with only the couple of times you've done them for a girlfriend, but you've seen plenty of videos to be able to fake it as you pull the towel off Anya's shoulders a little, folding it down, and start massaging her. She lets out a low moan when your hands make contact with her flesh, before she quietens down and lets you do your job.

You don't want to give away your intentions too quickly, so you take your time working on her shoulders and neck, applying more oil to your hands. After a long time, you fold the towel down again, just a bit, and move your hands lower down her back. You do that for about a minute, before repeating. 3 towel folds later, you're down to the middle of Anya's back and you can see the sides of her breasts. They're not massive, but they are a decent size and look extremely perky and firm. It takes all your willpower not to run your hands down her side and "accidentally" graze her breasts, and you keep massaging her back. You keep going until you're all the way down to her waist and the towel is just above her ass, before you decide to change tactics and start working on her legs, folding the towel upwards and seeing more of her thighs with each reveal. It only takes 2 folds, as you stand behind Anya and massage her thighs, before you can bend down and catch a glimpse of her pussy under the towel. She's completely smooth down there, as you expected, likely from a wax job, and her lips are slightly pouted and look enticing. If Anya looked at your pants now, she would see a huge tent.

Your hands keeps moving up, kneading the inside of her thighs, until your fingers are inches away from her glorious pussy. Up to this point, she hasn't had any issue with your touching and even gives you an approving moan from time to time, and you wonder how to proceed next and if this will turn out like how you see it in many of the pornos you've jerked off to in the past.