Massage

John called down to the front desk.

"Hello, Front Desk receptionist. What can I do for you, Mr. Doe?” asked the receptionist in a very sexy voice.

"I'd like to schedule a massage for this afternoon. When is the earliest they could be here?” John inquired.

"Just a second, Mr. Doe, I'll look it up." After a brief pause, she continued, "Angie has an opening at 2:30. Will that work for you, or would you like someone else?”

"That would be fine. Have her knock loud, because I may be in the shower," John said and hung up.

He took off his clothes and steped in the huge shower to wash off the day's travel dust. He found the shower stall well-stocked with shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and wash cloths. He luxuriated in the pounding hot water, the pressure relaxing his stiff muscles. Being cramped in a coach seat for five hours will do that. After washing and conditioning his hair, he stepped out of the shower, grabbed a soft, thick towel, and dried off. Just as he finished and wrapped the towel around his waist, he heard the knock on his suite door. Striding across the room, John checked the peephole and saw a cute brunette, about 5'5" tall, in a bikini top and a pair of khaki walking shorts, carrying a folding massage table in one hand and a duffle bag in the other.
"Who is it?" he asked.

"Masseuse, Mr. Doe. It's Angie," she replied.

John unlocked and opened the door, stepping aside to let her in.

"Can I help you with that?" he asked.

"No, thanks. I'm fine," she said, walking farther into the room. "Do you want me to set up here or in the bedroom?"

"The bedroom would be great. The view is a little better there."

She carried the table into the other room, and he followed her. He watched as she unfolded the legs, her muscles moving smoothly beneath her skin. She bent over to lock the legs in place, and he was presented with a delightful view of her ample backside. She lifted the table into position, and began putting sheets on it. Then she opened the duffle, removing a boom box and a couple bottles of lotion and oils.

“I’ll step out of the room for a minute, Mr. Doe, and let you take your towel off and jump under the top sheet. Start face down, please,” she stated.

She walked into the living room, closing the door behind her. John undid his towel and flung it on the bed. He climbed on the table and slipped beneath the sheet on his belly.

“I’m ready,” he said, hopefully loud enough for her to hear.

Angie opened the door and returned.

“Angie, how much extra for a massage with 'full release'?” he asked hopefully.