"And the winner of the drawing for a $500 voucher for a professional massage at the spa of his choice is....Curtis Aames!"
Curtis won the voucher at a work function as part of a raffle. For a $5.00 ticket he figured why not!
He'd never had a professional massage before, so he was curious to see what people who get one regularly rave about.
Not having a clue about which local spa was a good one, he read reviews and picked one that had the most stars. Why not go high end for his first time?
He didn't have any plans on a Saturday morning so he had made an appointment earlier in the week.
While on the phone with the receptionist, she seemed to ask some strange questions.
"Height, weight, age, amount of body hair, including pubic region?"
He thought "What the...?"
He asked why that was relevant and was told, "Mr. Aames, our masseuses choose their clients, not the other way around. Our masseuses only work with clients they approve. Our screening process is very thorough. You may still not be approved, plus we'll need a recent headshot and full body picture in your underwear. Oh and please smile for both photos."
He started to get the idea he was being set up to visit one of those "happy ending" places where you get a hand job. He was not interested if that was the case.
"Yeah, uh, excuse me miss but is this one of those "happy ending" type of outfits? If so I'm not interested and will cancel the appointment and re-gift my voucher."
She sighed, sounding annoyed, "Mr. Aames, our establishment is completely above board. We offer no such services. Our masseuses are highly valued, highly trained, very well paid and have earned the right to be choosy with their clientele. Any more questions?"
"Um, well, no. Not at the moment."
"And your answers to my questions, please?"
"Oh right, 5' 6", 180 lb, 55, light body hair on upper chest, forearms, calves and thighs. Pubic area is shaved."
He could hear her typing the info as he gave it to her.
As if his answers were nothing unusual, she merely said, "Thank you."
"Mr. Aames, you will receive an email penciling you in for your requested day/time. When you receive that email you'll need to reply with the requested photos."
Later that day he got the email, took a headshot selfie and a full body selfie in his underwear as requested, and attached them to his reply.
2 days later his phone rang, it was the spa.
"Mr. Aames, you have been approved for your requested day/time. You will receive another email 24hrs before your appointment with further instructions."
What he didn't know is that a few hours after he submitted his photos, they were sent to the head of their approvals, a woman named Amy.
Her job was to view the pictures and applications, approve/deny and assign a masseuse. She herself was not a masseuse though.
She was a very attractive woman, though she scoffed at such compliments.
She was a knockout really. Beautiful long blonde hair, green eyes and a smile that lights a room.
When it came to men, she'd had her share in the past but as she got older she longed for someone who wanted to know her from the inside out.
She had a fire inside, waiting for the right man to sweep her off her feet.
She came across Curtis' file. She opened the pictures and had something happen she was not expecting. She felt a stirring in her tummy.
She had no idea why or how that happened, but she didn't fight it. She studied his pictures in detail. She thought he had a nice smile. And for a guy his age, he seemed to be in good shape.
In a flush of embarrassment if she'd been caught, she zoomed in the full body picture, to see his crotch better. Was that an outline of his dick head she was seeing? She wiggled in her seat a bit.
Zooming in only gave her so much info but there's no denying that's what it was. Did he do that on purpose? Or was the ridge of the head of his cock so well defined it was clearly visible?
Right there in her office, she felt the tinglings of being aroused. This was something that had never happened in all the clients she'd reviewed.
Ever.
She knew right then she had to have him. She would be his masseuse that day.
"Hey Janet can you come in here please?"
"Yes Amy?"
"This client here, Mr. Aames. I want you to book me as his masseuse."
"OK but Amy..."
"Nope. No questions, just please do it."
"Yes ma'am OK. I'm on it."
That night she took her laptop home and had his pictures all to herself. She imagined seeing that cock head. Was the rest of his dick as nice as she was imagining right now? What about his balls? Were they saggy? She didn't like saggy balls. How big around was that dick? How long was it? What was his voice like?
A thought just occurred to her and she grabbed her phone to text Janet, "Janet, please inform Mr. Aames he will need to shave his genital area. You can tell him it's for cleanliness purposes, for our towels and whatever. Thanks!"
Back to studying his pictures. She loved the shape of his mouth and wondered if he would be a good kisser. He didn't have body hair all over the place like a gorilla. She'd seen pics submitted by potential clients like that. She would grimace and click the "denied" button.
She slipped her hand inside her panties and rubbed the smooth skin of her completely shaved pussy. She imagined his hands doing that and her breath caught in her throat as she gasped.
She brought her fingers up to her mouth and sucked them, getting them really wet. She slipped her hand back between her legs and opened her pussy lips and rubbed up and down from her pussy hole to her clit. She was gazing at his pictures and nearly had an orgasm on the spot.
She imagined touching him everywhere. Scratching his back, running her nails over his chest, his legs and through his hair.
She'd masturbated quite a bit in her life, and never nearly came so quick. She didn't come, but only a few strokes of her clit and within a literal minute she was writhing and clamping her legs shut as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her. She had her eyes shut tight as she said his name, "Oh Curtis...fuck Curtis I'm coming for you Curtis...who ever you are Curtis I want you I need you to be mine!"
She was spent and passed out. She dreamt of this complete stranger she only knew from pictures.
Curtis received the email 24hrs before his appointment, as expected:
"Mr. Aames, please be sure the following conditions are met prior to arriving:
Shave your entire genital area, preferably the morning of your appointment
Clean hair
Wear deodorant
Body spray/cologne is acceptable but don't over do it
Brush teeth/mouthwash
