she's giving a massage to a man

The man with the tablet checked the clock. The timer reached zero, and he unlocked and opened the door. Jan stepped inside, and heard the door shut, click, and lock behind her. She turned to face the door as she heard it lock, but it was done. She turned back toward the room, and took in the sights.

It was a fairly plain room, mostly white. It had a massage table in the center. There were shelves with stacks of towels, some supplies -- oils, rocks, wooden dowels. Jan had gotten massages before, so she was relatively familiar with the setup. This was fairly standard.

As she gazed around the room, she finally took note of a man across the way, a man who must have entered through the opposite door -- a man who ...

"You'll be the partner, I guess," she said.

The man nodded. "I'm Victor."

"Janette."

They awkwardly stepped toward one another and shook hands. Victor was young, probably twenty-something. He was shorter than Janette, and looked like he might be relatively shy. He had dark curly hair, about two days of beard growth, and glasses.

"First time here?" he asked.

Janette nodded. "You?"

"No," he said. "I'm a regular. And I love doing the massages. So relaxing."

They both heard the sound of a small bell ring, and looked toward the source, a speaker on the wall. Just above the speaker, there were two blue lights, one on Jan's side, one on Victor's.

"Here's when we find out what our roles are!" said Victor excitedly.

The bell rang a second time and the light on Jan's side illuminated.

"Ooh, you get to give me the massage!" said Victor. Janette's initial impression that he might be shy was proving untrue. "I'm going to get ready. I suggest you do the same."

Victor quickly undressed. He appeared to have no shame about being undressed in front of Janette -- but then again, if this was a normal massage business, that would be fairly standard. Completely naked, Victor climbed up on the table, face up, and pulled the sheet over his body.

Janette still stood there, unsure of what to do. "Am I supposed to ... I mean ... what do I do to get ready?"

"You want my advice?"

Janette nodded.

Victor continued. "Well, in my experience, this goes better when the masseuses are either naked or mostly naked."

"Naked?" said Jan. "Why me? Why do I have to be naked?"

Victor shrugged. "Just a suggestion. Did you think this was a normal massage? I mean, you don't have any clue what you're doing here. So from that alone, you should probably discern than predictable rules of society don't totally apply."

"Rules of society?"

Victor sighed. "I hope we'll have a good time here. But you have to let go of expectations and just ... go with it."

Janette looked around. There was another digital timer in the room, and it was also counting down. There were only about thirty seconds left. "So that timer hits zero and we start? Fifteen minutes?"

Victor nodded. "Yup. Like I said, it'll go better if you're --"

"I heard you," interrupted Jan. She hesitated for another few seconds, but then unzipped the back of her dress, kicked her shoes away, pushed her dress to the floor, and in fairly speedy time, stood in her bra and panties.

Victor smiled. "Good start."