She critiques the whole process

Usha sat up on the massage chair, cum still dripping from her belly, face and hair, and nodded at Rick. "Not too bad."

"Not too bad?" Rick wasn't especially vain, but he'd been pretty sure he had been better than 'not too bad.' As in, awesome.

"Okay, you've got a lot of native talent. You seem to magically know where to touch which is an incredible thing. But you don't really know how to touch. You rely too much on your fingers and not enough on the rest of your body when doing massage. Here, hop on the table."

He followed orders and Usha gave him a quick rundown on using her elbows, the palms and edges of her hand, and even her feet as she walked on him, soothing aches he hadn't realized he had.

"Okay, I get it," he said when she finally stopped. "I'll check out a book on massage from the library and study up."

"That isn't all. We've got to get you some condoms. Who knows what diseases the women coming here with bring with them. Their husbands are rich, which means they're going out and getting pussy in some disgusting parts of the world, then bringing diseases back to their wives and girlfriends, not to mention what their wives are getting into on their own. We can't have our gym be a vector for the spread of STD."

"Uh, yeah." He hadn't really thought of his job as fucking all the women who came for massage but apparently Usha thought that was at least part of it. Well, he wouldn't complain if it came to that.

And we've got to get a contract with a towel company. You've got to keep your table clean because there's nothing grosser than lying down in a puddle of someone else's cum."

"I can see that."

"Overall, though, it was a pleasant experience." Usha gave him a smile. "I'll try you again in a week or so and see if you've made any progress."

"Damn, girl. You know how to cut a man down to size."

"Get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."

He planned on doing that... after taking the last of his bio-DNA pills.