They'd multiplied to 27

It looked like half the women in the north Dallas area had swarmed to his hallway.

Usha shrugged her shoulders when he glared at her. "Your first client was very satisfied. She spread the word."

Well, he wasn't going to be able to give even ten minute sample massages to all of these women tonight. It was already past one.

"Here's the deal," he said. "Usha here will take appointments. For the first week, you can come and get a sample massage without having to join the club. If you do join the club, it'll be a full massage, included in your membership. Uh, not that tips aren't appreciated. After that, it's two hundred dollars for non-members and fifty for members for an hour massage. Now, I have time for three more mini-massages tonight. Usha here will randomly select the three of you but if you're not selected, remember, just make an appointment. And remember to drive carefully. We've arranged Uber and Lyft rides for anyone who might have had a little too much. You can't become a strong girl if you wrap yourself around a light pole."

"How about I wrap myself around your light pole," a mousy-looking thirty-something growled.

Wow. Even mousy-looking women hadn't ever come onto him that seriously before. Clearly the million dollars a pill they were charging was still a bargain.

"Pole-wrapping is something you'll have to discuss with your massage therapist," he waffled thinking of the extra-large box of extra-large condoms Usha had supplied him. "For now we're interested in keeping everyone safe."

Usha gave him a snarky look at the mob of women descended on her, demanding prime times and that they receive one of the three positions that evening.

While that was going on, Rick made his way to Kat who was watching the whole thing with an open mouth.

"Well?" he said.

"I guess you can call me a convert to this whole marketing thing."

"I confess I'm a little surprised it worked as well as it has. But don't sell yourself short. You were the one who said women needed a place they could feel, be and get strong. And your fight with Cliff. Wow, what an asshole he turned out to be."

"Everyone who turns to bodybuilding has a reason. Mine was because I got raped when I was ten. I swore I'd never let that happen again. Cliff, maybe he got rejected a few too many times, got sand kicked on his face. Who the hell knows or cares. Only for him, it hasn't been enough to be strong."

"Yeah, that's philosophical all right. I'm thinking nothing will ever be enough for him."

"Not tonight it wasn't, that's for sure. I thought he was going to kill me."

"I thought so too."

Usha tugged on him. "Okay, got you sorted out. Time to go to work, big guy. And remember to use those condoms and wash your damned hands after each women. Their husbands don't look too carefully at where they put their dicks and bring home all sorts of nasty treats for their sweet wives."

"Got it."