This story line was given to me by an unknown reader. He/she contacted me and asked if I'd write it. Well, here it is, I hope that you enjoy it
Connie was hanging around her kitchen, awaiting her first costumer of the day. She's a masseuse, licensed by the state to conduct her own massage parlor. Only problem here was the fact that she was working out of her apartment, which was against the complex's rules. So far she hasn't been caught, she tries hard to screen her appointments.
Connie is forty years old, long blond hair, combed straight down her back to her waist. Her face has a lot of wrinkles, from the worry of where the next dollar is going to come from. Her breasts are not overly large, but they are firm, round and her best feature. Her waist is getting larger as the years go by and her legs are long and still in pretty good shape.
Connie tries hard to keep herself looking good, because her ad is for Erotic Massages. She has had a few customers leave in the middle of a massage, because they were unsatisfied with her. Connie was giving some serious thought to calling it quits and finding a real job to make ends meet.
As Connie sat, sipping her coffee, she hear a knock on the door. Getting up to answer it, she turned the knob and started to open it. Suddenly the door was shoved open, and Connie's landlord was pushing his way into her apartment. Connie fell back into the kitchen, grabbing the kitchen table for stability.
"What in the hell do you think your doing," she yelled.
The landlord, Jim Thompson was about six foot three, 360 pounds, balding, and had the stump of a cigar in his mouth. His beer gut hung from under his shirt and over his belt, and he smelled of bad breath and beer.
"Well Miss Connie," Jim said, "I'm your next customer".
Connie was really taken aback at this. True she didn't know who her next customer was, but she never in her life thought it would be him.
Jim said, "I've seen the ad you run for Erotic Massages, and you know I can have you evicted if you don't do what I tell you".
"I know what you can do Mr. Thompson, and I'm sure we can come to some mutual agreement," Connie said.
"Oh we're going to agree, that's a fact, because if we don't, you'll be in jail this afternoon," Jim said.
"Okay, okay, let's get this over with," Connie said.
"Connie, first off, you are not the one that is going to give me a massage, I want your daughter to do that," Jim said.
"She not licensed for that," Connie said.
"Don't give a dam if she's licensed or not, either she does it, or I call the cops," Jim said.
Connie fell to the chair and wanted to throw her coffee cup at that ugly bastard, but she had no choice, she had to follow through.
"Okay, I'll talk to her, but your going to go home and take a bath and look half way presentable when you come back," Connie said.
Jim turned to leave and just laughed at Connie. "I'll be back in a hour, you better be ready for me," he said. He opened the door and slammed it behind him as he left.
Connie went to Betty's room and knocked as she entered.
"I need to talk to you sweetheart, I'm in a bit of a bind and I need your help," Connie said.
Betty was twenty two years old, stood five three, slim build, bright red hair, cut short, green eyes. She weighed just under one hundred pounds. Her breasts were small, but looked perfect on her. Her butt was her best asset, as it pouted out as if yearning to be touched. Her legs were thin, but nice.
Connie went on to explain what the landlord wanted and if he didn't get his way, she'd end up in jail.
"Your not going to jail mom, I'll do it for you, but you need to show me what to do," Betty said.
Connie took Betty into the spare room and showed her the different creams and oils and told her what to use them for, and gave her a small demonstration on what to do.
"Okay Mom, I think I got it, but I'll have to change and be ready for him when he gets here". "I also want you to stay in your room while he's here, no matter what you hear, okay"?, she asked.
"Alright, but you do know I don't like this," Connie said. She then went into her room and closed the doors.
Betty also went to her room, she removed the clothes she had on and took a quick shower. Coming back into her room, she opened a drawer and brought out a peach color pair of thong panties. Slipping them up her legs, they felt so good. The silk like fabric always made her feel special. Whenever she wanted to masturbate, she'd wear these panties. She then found the matching bra and placed it over her small breasts, clasping it closed in the front. Looking in the mirror, she liked what she saw and went to her closet to get a light robe, to cover herself. She then went to the kitchen to await the landlord.
Betty did not have to wait long, when she answered the knock on the door. Opening the door she let Jim in to the apartment. He had cleaned up, but to her eyes he was still a fat, ugly, beer guzzling, son of a bitch to her. She showed him back to the massage room, told him to undress and get on the table and she'd be right back.
When Betty went back in the room, Jim was lying on the massage table, with a large towel over his large butt. Betty went to the table with the creams and took a tube with her to start on Jim.
"Hey"!, Jim said, "Your suppose to be giving me an erotic massage, loose the robe".
