Office Massage

Vi sits in the typical morning traffic, bobbing her head to the beat of the music, a desperate attempt to not fall asleep at the wheel. It feels criminal to her that people have to wake up this early and not even start working, but commute for an hour! What a boring life, she’s forever grateful that modelling is taking off for her.

She had been content, obviously, to just be friends with Taro, excited to see her work friend, but that night out they had, she realised that he’s interested, he’s attracted to her, and that excites her to no end. A surprise to no one.

The way his eyes had followed her every moment, his sneaky glances at her body, she had felt electric up on the small platform in the karaoke booth, his eyes unable to resist dropping to her hips swaying, her breasts jiggling even through the tame workwear. It lit a fire in her belly.

She did have some reservations however, she figured she did indeed forget to mention the existence of Erik, she had no excuse, she had just forgotten, the topic of dating had never come up, or if it did, she didn’t recall saying anything. But, she figures he knows now, so anything she does, or he does, is fuelled by a little bit more forbidden lust. Which Erik absolutely frothed over.

Something was exciting… About teasing Taro, different from everything so far. Everyone else had been purely physical, with Taro… The idea of playing into that ‘steal’ is somewhat exciting. Erik was happy with it, he had assured her, so she elected to continue down that path.

But she can’t deny that Erik is acting… Off. She’s keeping a closer eye on his reactions, just in case.

‘I’m sure it’s fine. But, better safe than sorry.’- - - - - -

“You sure?”

Taro nods. “Yeah. Sorry, meeting after meeting today; it's privacy stuff with some clients, sorry.” He groans, the phone on his desk ringing for what feels like the hundredth time that hour.

“Okay… Just shoot me a message!”

‘FUCK!’

The one time Vi was excited to go to this fuck ass job, if not just to finally be able to let loose in teasing Taro, of course, he’s busy, barely having any time for a chat, if not on a call with a client, his eyes are glued to his monitor, sending emails, typing up reports, or just generally trying to catch up with his notes.

She did her usual rounds, desperate for work, at least to tide her over until Taro was free, or until she could be in the room and at least sit down and be comfortable. Instead, she hides out in the stairwell, doomscrolling, not a hint of respite from her boredom.

“I really need to quit.” She says to herself, but the thought of being on the receiving end of her father’s ire is too much to deal with.

“God, what am I going to do?” She asks, staring at her phone, Erik currently in class.

“I don’t want to disappoint him… He’s still my dad… I just wish he could be like he used to be…” She drops her face into her hands, sighing for a time long gone.

“When we go visit him in the summer… Maybe that’s when we break it off?“

Erik’s suggestion rings in her head. It’s not a bad idea. But she’s fearful of what that means. Is breaking it off with him mean going no contact? She doesn’t want that… It’s her dad. As shit as he is now… He’s the only family she’s got.

But is keeping that relationship worth the anxiety? Worth the stranglehold he has even thousands of miles away?

She sighs, looking at the stairs above her head. “I don’t want to think about this now…”

She opens the door to his office, he looks up, eyebags under his eyes, his entire demeanour a few gears down from his usual.

“I’m so glad to see you.” He says with a tired smile.

A pang of excitement in her belly shoots through her. She strains a smile out, trying not to give away her quiet thrill, gesturing at her usual seat in front of him, he nods.

She takes a stabilising breath, Taro much too exhausted to notice her current state of mind.

She looks up again at Taro, his tired eyes scanning the monitor.

Another pang of excitement, mixed with emotion? She shakes her head, giving Taro a closer look.

‘He looks really hot.’

And that he does. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, pulled his tie loose, and his hair was just that bit messy, enough to be noticed, enough to give him a different rugged look than his usual pristine put together one.

Although… That was weird for her. She chalks it up to being emotionally on a low because that’s what thinking about her dad does to her, but still. Erik may have the go ahead with Heidi, who clearly has a crush on him, she needs to be careful to not blur the lines in the same way with Taro, even more so, as he is so removed from the ‘college’ setting.

“Looks like a rough day.” She says, a reassuring smile on her face.

“Truly horrific.” He replies, grateful for the friendly conversation.

“You have any more calls lined up?” She asks, mischief already brewing in her mind.

He shakes his head. “No, thank the lord God in heaven himself.” Pulling deep into his drama skills.

She giggles. “Why was it so busy?”

He sighs, stretching his arms above his head. “End of the month, typically gets busier and more calls come in for some reason. Not usually this bad though, can only pray next month is easier.” He chuckles.

“Oof, maybe it’s better I didn’t get any work today.” She says with a teasing smile.

He nods, a wide smile on his face. “Lucky you, must be nice.”

She giggles, putting a hand on the table, “What’s the plan for the last hour of the day?”

“Just emails, now.”

“Can they wait, for 15 minutes or so?”

“Uh… Yeah, why?”

Taro watches as Vi stands. “I feel guilty for getting a chill (But boring, she thinks) day, so I want to give back.”

Taro watches her circle the edge of the desk, heading straight to him. She ends up behind him, and she places her hands on his shoulders. “Let me ease some of this tension, you’re feeling.”

Taro knows better than to turn her down. So he sits, quietly, letting her press her fingers into his shoulders, content to enjoy the feel of her finger tips drag teasingly across the base of his neck, her thumbs pressing into his upper back.

“Feels good right?” She whispers into his ear.

“Yeah… It does… You have great hands.”

She leans forward, her breasts pressing into the back of his head, she opens her hands in front of his face, her voice somehow getting sultrier. “What? These hands? Thank you.”

Taro, on instinct head leans back subtly, the back of his head able to intimately feel her breasts.

“Feels good right?” She whispers again.

Taro replies with a low voice, his eyes on her hands still in front of his face, both of them well aware. “Yes.”

“Good.” Her lips almost brush his earlobe, the movement of the air from her words sending chills down his spine. “It feels good for me too.” She puts her hands back on his shoulders, leaning back and continuing the ‘innocent’ massage.

“Your boyfriend…”

“Why are you thinking about him?” She asks in a teasing voice. “I’m not.” She lies.

“Oh… Yeah… Okay…” Vi notes with aroused glee the way his neck stiffens up, the flush slowly making its way up from his collar, the shallow breathing escaping past his lips. She can feel the tension on him, the doubt of whether he should continue this with a taken girl. But Vi is overjoyed to see that he can’t resist in the face of her beauty.