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"That the massage table?" Kat wore a bikini top and a pair of denim cutoffs. She'd done something with her hair so it now had green highlights mixed with the red. Offhand, Rick would have thought the contrast would be ugly but it was anything but.

He was lugging about fifty pounds of cardboard box so it hadn't taken much genius to figure that out. Still, she was wearing that bikini so he grinned at her and nodded. "They say no assembly required. Just unfold and set it up."

"Well, let's give it a try."

The gym had a room that had once been an office, its interior-only windows covered with posters of boxers taking their stance. Kat led him in there, gesturing at an old tin desk. "You can use that for supplies and shit until we get something better. Now let's set up the table."

Despite the clerk's promises at the massage supply place, Rick hadn't been at all confident setting up the massage table would be anything but a nightmare. Surprisingly, although a couple of screws needed tightening and the head rest had been installed upside down and needed to be flipped, the table really was set up in less than five minutes.

Kat slapped her hands together. "Okay. That actually looks sort of comfortable. As in you can sleep on it for a few days until we get something better. Shall we try it out?"

"You want a massage?" Not that he'd mind getting his hands on Kat again. Still, he felt a surge of disappointment that she'd called him in just to get a free massage.

"Well, yeah." She slipped off her shorts and the thong underwear underneath then untied the bikini top. "A massage would be nice." Then she giggled. "But when I said 'try it out' I really meant she should test the parameters. Be sure it'll stand up to some rough handling."

Clearly he looked confused because she laughed again. "Fuck me on it, stupid. Come on, get out of those clothes."