It's a Sunday morning, the sound of Robin's heels echoes the hallway of the hotel where she's staying for an out-of-city weekend-long work conference. Her usually messy red hair, now styled in a ponytail. She's finally free from those boring talks on themes she's already familiar with. Since the first day that Robin checked in she had booked a spa and massage session on the last day as a way to treat herself. And that's all she has in her mind right now.
A good massage, maybe some time in the sauna, and then she'll grab a late lunch before catching her plane back home. She's almost there, the sound of running water and soft music guiding her to the spa's reception area.
The receptionist, a woman with a nametag that reads 'Valerie', greets her with a smile. "Good morning, Ms. Robin. I'm glad to see you're here for your massage."
Valerie says, her voice low and soothing, like the hum of the spa itself. "I've booked you with Marcus, he's one of our best."
Robin nods, smiling. "Sounds perfect."
Marcus. The name rolls off her tongue like a secret, a promise of something more than just a simple massage. She follows Valerie down a dimly lit corridor, the scent of eucalyptus and lavender growing stronger with each step.
Robin is led into a private room, the door closing softly behind her. The room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, the sound of gentle music filling the air.
In the center of the room, there's a massage table, draped with clean, white sheets. Robin takes a deep breath, the scent of the essential oils calming her nerves. It's the first time she's treated herself to a massage. She undresses slowly, folding her clothes neatly and placing them on a nearby chair. She feels a shiver run down her spine as she stands naked, the cool air brushing against her pale skin, hardening the nipples of her perky breasts. She enjoys nudism, this feels natural to her.
Marcus enters the room, and Robin turns to face him. He's tall, with broad shoulders and a smile that's equal parts professional and playful, a complete contrast against Robin's petite frame. His hands are large and look like they could do some serious work.
"Good morning," he says, his voice a low rumble. "I'm Marcus. I understand you're here for a massage?"
Robin nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "That's right. I've been looking forward to it."
Marcus gestures to the table. "Why don't you lie down, face down. I'll give you a moment to get comfortable."
Robin complies, feeling the cool sheets against her bare skin.
She lies flat on her stomach, arms by her sides, and takes a deep breath, allowing the scent of the essential oils to fill her lungs.
Marcus begins to massage her shoulders, his strong hands working out the knots and tension that have built up over the week. Robin lets out a soft moan, her body relaxing under his touch.
"You carry a lot of tension here," Marcus observes, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Mmm, yeah," Robin replies, her voice muffled by the face cradle. "Work's been... stressful."
Marcus chuckles, his hands moving lower, down her back.
"Well, let's see if we can't take care of that."
He works her lower back, his hands strong and sure. Robin can feel the tension leaving her body, her muscles loosening under his touch. She lets out a soft sigh, her body melting into the table.
"God, that feels good," she murmurs.
The tension in her body is starting to unravel, her muscles becoming liquid under Marcus's hands.
"I'm glad," he replies, his voice heating up a notch, like the room itself. "You have a beautiful back, by the way."
Robin feels a shiver run through her at his compliment. She's feeling more than a little turned on, her body responding to his touch in ways she hadn't expected.
Marcus moves lower, his hands skimming over the curve of her ass. Robin bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan. His hands doing magic on her muscles, his fingers caressing zones they probably shouldn't with any other client.The line between therapeutic and sensual completely blurred.
Halfway through, her mind wandered. To the feeling of the masseuse's hands. She felt warm and floaty and a little buzzed on endorphins. It's in this blissful and relaxed state that an idea pops into Robin's head. "I could do this as a side job!" The words tumble out of Robin's mouth before she can stop them. She turns her head to the side, her cheek pressing against the face cradle. "I mean, I'm good with my hands, and I've always been good at reading people. Plus, I love touching people. Making them feel good."
Marcus pauses, his hands still on her ass, his thumbs tracing circles around her back hole. "You what?"
Robin turns her head the other way, looking at Marcus. "I said, I could do this as a side job. I mean, how hard could this be?"
Marcus raises an eyebrow, feeling a little insulted by Robin's comment.
However, he knows she isn't trying to be disrespectful. She just thinks this is an easy job. "Well, it's not as easy as it looks, sweetheart. You need to know the body, understand how to release tension."
He says, his hands now moving from her ass to her inner thighs.
Robin feels a shiver run through her body at his touch. "Yeah, I get that. But I'm a quick learner. And I think I have a natural talent for this." She says while turning around, not giving a second thought to the fact that she's displaying her exposed body to Marcus. "Do you mind tutoring me?".
Marcus smirks, his eyes scanning her body, taking in her petite frame, her fiery red hair, and the smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"I can't teach you everything in one session," he began, his voice steady and reassuring, "but I can certainly provide you with a crash course. Let's start with the basics." His eyes, a warm shade of brown, held a spark of enthusiasm that belied the gravity of the task at hand. He gestured to the worn-out textbook on the table, its pages yellowed with age and knowledge. "This is your guide," he said, his fingers tracing the spine. "It's not the most exciting read, but it's packed with information that will serve you well." He paused, his gaze meeting mine, and I could see the years of experience etched into the lines around his eyes. "Now, let's dive in," he said, his voice taking on a more animated tone...
After the lesson, Robin leaves the spa feeling refreshed, excited, and quite turned on. Marcus had taken the liberty of massaging her in ways much more private than he would do with any other client. Robin, stubborn as she is, feels this new, spontaneous idea it's the best one she ever had in a while.
She could earn some extra money and enjoy the process. What could possibly go wrong?
She's got to share this with someone, and the only person she can think of is Ethan. She calls his number, hoping he's available.
"Hey, babe," Ethan answers, his voice warm and friendly. "How was your conference?"
"It was fine," Robin replies, her voice breathy with excitement. "But that's not why I'm calling. I have an idea for a new side hustle."
Ethan chuckles. "Oh yeah?
What's that?" Ethan asks, intrigued. He can hear the excitement in Robin's voice, and it's turning him on.
"I got a massage today, and it was fucking amazing," Robin starts, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "And I thought, why not do this as a side job? I'm good with my hands, I like touching people, making them feel good."
Ethan is quiet for a moment, processing this new information. "That sounds... interesting," Ethan finally says, his voice low and thoughtful. "You think you can pull it off?"
Robin laughs, a sound like tinkling bells. "Of course, I can. I just finished a quick and "deep" crash course."
Ethan can hear the challenge in her voice, and it turns him on even more. "Alright, babe. I believe in you."
Robin smiles, her voice softening. "I promise, Ethan. Thank you for believing in me."
They hang up, and Robin starts making plans.
Soon, Robin sets up an improvised spa in the guest room with things ordered online. The room is filled with scented candles, relaxing music, and a massage table. She looks around, proud of her setup.
She's made the room look and feel like a real spa. She calls Ethan across the apartment, inviting him over to show off her work. He enters the guest room. "Welcome to Robin's Spa," she jokes.
Ethan looks around and laughs. "Looks nice."
Robin bites her lip, excitement bubbling inside her. "So, now I only need my first client." She says, almost begging him to be her guinea pig.
"Oh, I'm sorry babe, but I'm really busy right now, maybe later tonight?" He said while walking away, watching his phone.
Surprised, Robin's eyes widen and her jaw drops for a second. "Wait, what? You're not going to be my first client?" She stammers, shock and a little bit of hurt in her voice.
"Robin, I'm sorry, but I really can't," Ethan says, looking back at her, his eyes softening. "I've got a ton of work to catch up on. Rain check?"
Robin's shoulders sag, and she lets out a sigh. "Fine, fine. I get it. Work is work." She waves him off, trying to hide her disappointment. "Well, I guess I'll have to call someone to be my first client and start this business" she murmurs to herself.
A couple of hours later, a gentle knock breaks the silence in the couple's apartment. Ethan opens the door to find Daniel, a mutual friend of his and Robin. Daniel is younger than Robin and Ethan, he has a slim physique and wavy, dark brown hair.His facial features are delicate and well-defined, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. He has had a secret crush on Robin since the day they met.
Daniel's wearing a crisp white shirt, the top buttons undone, exposing a hint of his collarbone. "Hey, Ethan," he greets, flashing a smile. "Robin said she's starting a new business and she called me to be her first client."
"Hi Daniel! Of course" Ethan says, inviting him inside. "Get yourself comfortable, I'll tell Robin you're here."
Ethan walks down the hall, finding Robin in the guest room, preparing the massage table. She's dressed in a loose, short dress, and her fiery red hair is pulled back in a messy bun.
"Daniel's here," Ethan announces, leaning against the doorframe.
Robin's eyes light up, and she smiles. "Great! Send him sin."
Daniel enters the room, his eyes scanning the space, taking in the candles, the soft music, and the massage table. He looks at Robin, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his eyes. He had some back pain and zero expectations.
"So, what do you need me to do?"
Robin grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Robin wasn't trained. She knew that. But she'd watched enough YouTube tutorials and remembered enough from Marcus' session to fake confidence. "I need you to undress, then cover yourself with this towel and just lie down on the table, face down. I'll take care of everything else." Robin leaves the room. "Call me when you're ready". She yells through the door.
Daniel nods, his heart racing as he takes off his clothes. His cock is already half-hard, anticipating Robin's touch. He covers himself with the towel and lies down on the massage table, his face resting on the cradle. "Ready!" Daniel yells.
