waiting for Vicki ... and hanging out in the reception area

"If it's okay, I think I'll wait for Vicki." Abbie remembered that she had once been to Renew with a girlfriend from work (Nina from imports) and Nina spoke highly of her massage with Vicki.

Abbie took a seat in the waiting area. At first she picked up a magazine and idly flipped the pages, but before long, she put it down and daydreamed about her upcoming foot massage.

She looked over at the receptionist, and tried desperately to remember her name. She was about the same age as Abbie, had blonde curly hair, and a very bubbly energy. Abbie admired how she was able to stay positive and upbeat this late in the day.

A man emerged from the back, and walked up to the receptionist's desk. He was a little smaller than average height, dark hair and tan skin. Abbie didn't want to make assumptions, but considered that he might be Latino. The man and the receptionist got to some flirty small talk, and Abbie wondered what they might be chatting about. They looked like they were having a fun conversation.

Although she wasn't intentionally eavesdropping, she was trying to make out a few words here and there just out of curiosity. She heard the receptionist say "Devon" at one point and realized that the man must be the new masseuse.

Devon**, massage therapist at Renew Foot Spa**

Devon was perched above the receptionist, though as he was not too tall, the woman at the desk didn't have to crane her neck much to see him. As she sat there, however, she kept adjusting her position -- and then Abbie noticed that she also kept adjusting her shirt. Abbie watched Devon for a bit, and realized that he was making a bit of an effort to see more of the young woman behind the desk ... that he was trying to peek down her shirt!

Abbie smiled. At least it looked like the receptionist was encouraging Devon's somewhat saucy staring. And who could blame either of them? Devon was pretty cute, from Abbie's perspective. And the receptionist -- just then, Abbie heard Devon say, "Come on, Kim, let me --" the rest disappeared from earshot, but the name rang clear.

Kim, receptionist at Renew Foot Spa

Kim! That's her name. Of course. Abbie rolled her eyes at herself, relieved to have finally closed the door on that mystery. Abbie thought Kim was cute too. Devon and Kim could be a pretty adorable couple. They also just seemed like fun people, and Abbie wondered if it would be weird to be friends with people you met at a massage parlor.

Kim turned her chair to a new angle, and Devon stood behind her, putting his hands on her shoulders. Kim lowered her head and Devon began to rub her neck and shoulders. Suddenly, Kim sat up and looked around. Devon looked around as well, and caught Abbie's eye. Abbie smiled, but Devon leaned down and said something to Kim -- who then also looked in Abbie's direction.

Kim leaned toward Abbie. "I know you just saw us, and Devon's not supposed to be massaging me at work. Please don't tell Vicki."

Abbie stood up and took a few steps toward Kim. "Your secret is safe with me."

"When Vicki's customer comes out, it means she'll be out a minute or two later. Just letting you know." Kim smiled at Abbie.

"Thanks. And I don't see a thing you two are doing."

Abbie did, of course, see everything they were doing. In fact, Kim kept glancing over at Abbie, making eye contact, and it almost seemed as if they (or at least she) wanted Abbie to watch.

Devon's hands were back on Kim's shoulders. Kim wore a dark green blouse which was relatively loose, and the top button was open. Devon massaged Kim through the blouse, and Kim closed her eyes, smiling. She leaned her head back, pressing it into Devon's chest behind her. Devon's hands moved from the trapezius muscles (the top of the shoulder) down to the deltoids (the sides). As he worked the sides and moved down onto Kim's upper arms, Kim casually undid the next button on her shirt.

Kim's shirt was now open to mid-chest. It still wasn't anything totally out of the ordinary, but as Abbie watched them surreptitiously, she wondered how they felt about in-office behavior. (Abbie wasn't necessarily one to talk, of course -- and she wasn't judging, just curious.) Kim flapped the sides of the blouse a bit, as if cooling herself off, and then let the material fall a bit more open than it had been. She also adjusted her collar so that as Devon moved his hands back up to the trap muscles, he was able to touch her bare skin rather than massaging through her blouse. Abbie could see Kim's black bra straps on her shoulders, and bits of the outline of the center of her bra in the front. Again, because it was black, one could argue that it was the fashion for it to be partially visible -- though if Kim's attire five minutes ago was the standard for this establishment, she was getting a little risqué.

Abbie smiled to herself. She enjoyed risqué, of course. It got her thinking about her upcoming foot massage. Watching Devon work on Kim's shoulders, Abbie was reconsidering whether she should have taken the appointment with him instead of with Vicki. At this point, it was really too late -- it would be unnecessarily awkward to change plans. Plus, it was clear that Devon and Kim were enjoying each other's company.

Devon's hands touched Kim's bare shoulders, and the edges of his fingers brushed the shoulder straps of Kim's bra. As if it was part of the so-called normal routine of a shoulder rub, Devon managed to push the bra straps off to the side a bit every few seconds, and before long, they were no longer visible at all, having fallen off Kim's shoulders, and now rested somewhere inside the shirt.

Abbie couldn't see it, but imagined that without the bra straps holding Kim's breasts up, the cups of the bra were probably looser now. Devon's hands extended further over the front of Kim's shoulders. His fingers worked over Kim's collarbones and onto her the very top of her chest. As effortlessly as he removed her bra straps, he also kept working his fingers further forward every few seconds , and soon his hands were completely on Kim's chest, past the boundary of her collarbone.

While Kim's pectoral muscles may have needed attention, it was more likely that Devon was angling to simply feel more of Kim's skin in his hands. As he kneaded her chest, her breasts rose and fell -- and less contained by her loose bra, Kim was probably only a few moments away from exposing more than would likely be appropriate in the workplace.

Devon was smirking as he looked down over Kim's shoulder. Abbie imagined that Devon had the right view, and that at this point, he could probably see most of Kim's breasts from above. As he caressed his co-worker, Kim just leaned back, breathing deeply, blissfully, clearly enjoying the attention.

Devon caught Abbie's eye, and winked at her. Staring at Abbie, he slid a hand significantly further down Kim's chest, and openly groped her breast, his hand going into her shirt, and most likely, into her bra. Abbie winked back, and took a deep breath herself. She hadn't realized it until this moment, but she was getting quite turned on watching this performance. Maybe I should cancel with Vicki and just hang out with these two? she said to herself. She chuckled, and continued to watch.

Devon pulled his hand back out of Kim's shirt, and returned his focus to her shoulders. Kim moaned slightly, almost as if to say, is that all?, but Devon didn't go back in for another feel. Kim swung her arms back behind her chair, and while Abbie couldn't see, it was likely that Kim was holding onto Devon's legs as he stood behind her. She saw Devon's body stiffen slightly, confirming her imagined vision to be true. In response to that, Devon once again worked one hand down inside Kim's shirt. He stayed longer this time, groping, and releasing, pinching the skin, a nipple, and releasing, holding tight, and releasing.

Just then, the door behind him opened. Devon quickly stood up, and pulled his hands away from Kim immediately. Through the door behind them, a man emerged, an older man. He closed the door behind him, and didn't notice anything unusual going on. As he walked past the reception desk, he nodded at Kim, muttered a goodbye of sorts, and left the salon. Both Devon and Kim, almost in unison, glanced at Abbie. They were both a little red in the cheek, and Abbie just giggled at them, and then looked away. Devon quickly stepped away from the desk, and Kim rebuttoned her blouse.