He offers me a massage

“What kind of idea do you have in mind?” I ask.

“A massage. For you, of course,” Alexander says. “As an investor in X-Change, I know a fair bit of the transformation. I, of course, have never seen someone transform in person, nor have I encountered or interacted with anyone who has taken X-Change.”

“So, I’m your first,” I state rather than ask.

“That’s correct, Charlene,” Monique starts. “So, I’d like to take my time and make sure you take things slow. Savor the experience.”

“I was planning on visiting the spa one day, but since you’re offering, I think I’ll bite,” I say. “When do we start?”

“Right now. I’ll go ahead and give (xc_tech_m1) a call. Maybe he’ll let us use one of those massage tables. And maybe some oil too,” Alexander explains. “Why don’t you dry yourself off and get ready in our room.”

I nod, but deep down inside I’m **** to disconnect from Alexander’s body. I climb out of the hot tub, reaching for a ready towel to dry myself off. Surprisingly, my hair is not wet, but damp from the steam from the jacuzzi. I carry my beach gown and wedges and head inside. I don’t hear anything coming from Victor’s room, but I don’t stay to get caught listening in. I ascend the stairs and fetch a bath robe from one of the closets. After entering the bedroom, I close the door and proceed to remove my bikini pieces, drying whatever skin is left damp and then don the bathrobe. It’s light and silky on my skin and like the beach gown, it feels like I’m not even wearing anything.

Not much time passes when I hear some commotion downstairs and I get up to see what is happening. Reaching the top of the stairs is Jeffrey carrying a bag of sorts. It’s large and bulky, but he is able to get it up the stairs and into the room without it snagging anywhere. I get out of the way so that he can set it up in the space between the bed and the window overlooking the pools beyond the balcony.

“You know, the services that come with the suite provide you a massage in your room, rather than going all the way to the spa. This is how this is possible, with me coming with the table,” Jeffrey explains as he lays a towel on the leather massage bed. “Please, when you’re ready, lay on your stomach, underneath the towel. I’ll let Alexander in just a bit, Miss Charlene.”

He leaves the room and closes the door behind him, allowing me privacy in the bedroom. Making haste, I remove my robe, letting it pool at my feet and I remove the towel partly so I can slip underneath it. Before slipping my face through the gap at the end of the table, I make sure that the towel is completely covering me. Not too long after, I hear the door to the room open.

“Hey, Charlene,” Alexander says. Let’s lift your head out of there and put it on a pillow. This should be more comfortable.” Without opening my eyes, I lift my head from the hole and feel the presence of a pillow being placed below my head, I lay my head sideways on the pillow and Alexander further gets me ready by draping my hair towards the back of my head, giving me a full view of the pool area beyond the window. I somehow assume that no one is going to be looking up at this window and leave my worries for later. “Are you familiar with that little examination that you take when you get your first X-Change pill and your dual ID card?”

“Yes, I still remember it,” I tell him.

“As far as I’m aware, that is an insufficient examination for what the X-Change does to your body,” he explains. “I mean. You were provided clothes to wear, yes?”

“Yes,” I say.

“It’s quite hard to determine if someone can feel any stimulus from something on top of clothes,” Alexander points out.

I add, “And the guy didn’t really do much. Almost like he was trying to get me out of the door as quickly as possible.”

“You don’t say,” {boss_m] says. “If I was him, I’d do a thorough examination, which I’ll do for you today. I’m going to first feel around with my bare hands, and then once I’m satisfied with the examination, I’ll start on your massage. Just make sure to let me know if I’m pressing too hard.”

Alexander starts at my feet, lifting the towel there and exposing my legs just below my crotch, first running his hands across the soles. He doesn’t do any massaging and as soon as he gets to my knees, I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to feel across every surface, to get me to feel the sensations of physical contact between my body and his hands. It was awkward when he placed a finger in between each toe, but as he ran his knuckles across the skin behind my knees, I just knew. He even asked, “Doing good so far? You know what I’m trying to do, right?”

“I understand it, yes,” I say.

“Perfect. I’ve heard of users of X-Change finding full physical movement, but partial sensations in places. There was a case where all of the more important places felt, as they said, numb or nonexistent. Hell, there was an examination where the user fell limp and when the technicians checked their blood later on, they found traces of Synthetic in their mixture. Turned them into a literal doll for an hour,” {boss_m explained, now moving to my thighs, spending a considerable amount of time there as he recalled the research he had done.

“How do you know so much about X-Change and these cases?” I ask him. He stops his physical contact, folds the towel that he had removed off my body and places the folded portion across my butt, and rounds the table to take a seat in front of the window. It’s here when I see that he has changed clothes once again. He had taken off his polo and swimming trunks and donned a pair of sweats. His dark, muscular chest was in full view and I bit my lip as I eyed his majestic physique.

“Well, I’m not just an investor. You can say that I took an entry-level job when X-Change became available and rose through their ranks. I’ve experienced every job, from a humble clerk, to a technician, and even someone on the factory line. I’m now what they call a liaison, communicating between the makers of X-Change and those who use them. I’m actually on this cruise for vacation, but as you can see, I can’t seem to get away from my work,” Alexander explained, not ever stopping to point out that as he gave his explanation, I did not look him in the eye.

He continues, pushing himself up from the seat and moving to the table right then and there, never going to the other side. He essentially was now blocking the view, but the sight of his rock-hard abs just mere inches away was intoxicating. I had to grip the leather of the table to keep myself from reaching in for a feel. As soon as his finger grazed my skin as he reached for the towel, my eyes closed, savoring the brief connection between his fingers and the skin of my back. Like he did with the other end of the towel, he folds it before letting it rest on my butt, creating a sort of weight on my pelvis, which I didn’t mind in the slightest.

At this end, he started at my head, running his fingernails through my scalp and even pulling locks of my hair across every part of my head. “You feel that?” he asks with every couple tugs. I nod after every query. He stops to ask, “And when you put on your makeup, did you feel everything?” I also nod at this question. “How was that colada, earlier?”

“It was cool and sweet and tropical,” I answered.

“Good,” Alexander replied. His hands move to my neck, then down my shoulders, and finally across my back. There is no area where he has moved to that did not feel the warmth of his fingers and palms across my skin. His hands then leave my skin and he steps away from the table.

“All done?” I ask, my eyes still closed.

Alexander giggles. “We are far from done, Charlene,” he says with a slightly sinister tone. “Of course we have to examine the more important areas of your body, but I figured I’d give you a massage now and allow the oil to aid in the examination.” I sense him move back to my feet and with some heated oil, he lathers my legs in the lubricating liquid. I feel my body relax from the warmth and the pressure from his hands seem to melt the tension in my body away. His hands glide across my skin, but not too fast. He takes his time to make sure the muscles in my legs are properly massaged. I catch myself moaning from how good it feels. “Not too hard, Charlene?”

“I prefer the deep pressure, Alexander,” I tell him.

“That’s great. Still, let me know if it hurts anywhere,” he said.

He doesn’t ask when he finally lifts the weight of the folded towel off of my pelvis, because I know whatever has now been exposed to the air of the room is also included in the examination. I just can’t hold my excitement. I knew that he’d at least run his fingers up between my legs, would the examination include lying deep beyond the obvious openings? With more oil, he lathers my round butt cheeks, pressing with his finger tips into the soft, bouncy flesh of my ass. I imagine they are now glistening in the light.

Alexander expertly teases my nether region with his fingertips, caressing only the flesh around them. But just like I knew what he was doing when he ran his hand across the soles of my feet and slid his finger between each toe, I knew what he was doing as his thumb hovered in the oil at the apex of my butt cheeks, literally right on top of my tailbone. I’m quite familiar with this area as it’s the place where the strip of a thong begins before sliding up the valley between my butt cheeks. With his index and middle fingers, starting at the apex, his fingers slide down into the crack, first coming to my anus. The fingertips hovered there, loitering outside that opening, hoping whatever was behind it would let them in. I gripped the table, feeling the awkwardness of something being there and never entering.

“You squirm when I’m here, Charlene,” Alexander says. While the fingers of one hand linger at my backdoor, the thumb of the other hand comes right alongside them and traces down my slit, before the index and middle fingers of this finds purchase where I would place the bundle that hides a certain button. While those fingers are anchored there, his thumb finds an opening and parts the sides apart effortlessly, sliding in his thicker digit to wander along the sides there. “I take it you feel everything that I’m doing to you, Charlene.” I can only moan out a struggling confirmation.