The Massage Envious up the Block.

There was one of those nice Massage Envious places up the block.

My sister had given me a gift card to one last year and I'd enjoyed the experience. Having an attractive enough woman rub my body down had been nice even if there hadn't been a happy ending as you know it was a reputable chain rather than a seedy kind of place. Unfortunately, I didn't have the disposable income to burn on that sort of thing so it had only been the one time.

I rubbed my jaw. With my new found powers, that could be a very... relaxing experience. Yes, indeed.

A few minutes later I was stepping into the upscale establishment. The guy behind the counter smiled at me and asked if I had an appointment.

"Actually, I do not. But that's okay. I'd like a massage from... well, basically the hottest female masseuse that's working currently."

He took my statement in stride even as he apologized, "I'm sorry but everyone is booked at the moment. The first opening I have today is at three and uh... well, it happens to be the hottest male masseuse. Would that work?"

I cocked my head at him, feeling free to ask him point blank, "Are you gay?"

He nodded, again perfectly fine with the rude question, "That's right."

"Cool. But I'm really going to insist that you have the best looking chick you guys' have massage me in like five minutes."

He shook his head, looking genuinely sad that he couldn't accommodate my ridiculous demand, "I'm really sorry but that just isn't possible. So Gina- she's absolutely stunning - her first opening is on Monday at one."

"Is she working right now?"

"Yes."

"How long until she's done with her current person?"

"About ten minutes but she has another client right after..."

"Oh?" I looked around the small waiting area and its empty couches, "So that person isn't here yet, right?"

"No, sir."

I smiled evilly, "It is a normal practice at all Massage Envious stores that a client who has made an appointment must arrive fifteen minutes early to check in. If they do not, then they're appointment is canceled and given to the first person to arrive and ask for it."

The blonde guy stared into space for a second before he glanced at his computer's screen and he smiled with clear relief, "Ah. That's right. It looks like Gina does have an opening and its all yours, sir." He picked up a clipboard and offered it to me, "If you'll just fill this out, please."

He hadn't been kidding. She was gorgeous.

"You can strip all the way down or just to your shorts. It's your preference. Just lie down under the sheet when you're ready, please. I'll knock in a few minutes."

She stepped out and closed the door, leaving me alone in the barely lit room that consisted of the massage table and little else.

I grinned and started stripping all the way down. She seemed pretty no-nonsense and professional which kind of made what was about to happen even better. I was really excited. Her clothing wasn't tight or revealing but it was clear she had a great body. Once I was naked I laid down on the table atop the sheet on my back. After a moment, I reached down and picked up my dick, laying it over my thigh. I rested there, letting fantasies just flow through my mind. As a result, my shaft was starting to thicken and grow though it was be no means really hard.

Gina came back in and instead of freaking out or stepping back out of the room, she just smoothly walked up and got started with the massage. I wondered what she was thinking, half expecting her to make a comment about my dick (the topic had come awkwardly up with the guy out front after I'd filled out the paperwork. Apparently, it was like talking about the weather). She didn't say anything at all as her strong hands worked the muscles of my legs. Come to think of it, my first masseuse had been really quiet. Maybe it was company policy in order to minimize customers getting the wrong idea. Being touched like this was inherently sexual as my now fully hard dick could attest and if the masseuse was regularly talking and getting to know the customer, I could see how there would be problems of one kind or another.

The question now was exactly how I wanted to proceed...