The massage therapist

It is almost 9am when I wake up in my apartment, woken up by the sun in my face. I have my first client in an hour and I need to drive a bit, so I jump straight into the shower. I take 1-2 minutes massaging my morningwood before I make some coffee and hit the road. I get to my massage salon with 15 minutes to spare. While preparing the room for my first client, I check my schedule for the day. So far I have only three appointments, but all of them are women and two hour sessions.

The first two appointments just fly by, I enjoy my lunch inbetween and I now wait for the last client of the day. I am on my phone, chatting with a buddy about our plan for the weekend when the door to the salon opens.