Steve looked at his watch as he sat at the table in the coffee house sipping a cup of coffee. It was Friday afternoon, the weather was cold, windy and a slow cold drizzle was coming down. It seemed to symbolize the way his week had gone. First his girlfriend of two years had decided to break off their relationship because she wanted to see other guys. He found out later that she had been seeing another guy for two months and everyone else knew about it except him. Next, the guys in the office had heard about his girlfriend and added salt to the wound. They gave him a business card for a massage parlor called the Loving Hands. They told him that he could always get a girlfriend there that would always please him for a few dollars.
On top of all of that his boss had called him into his office after lunch and had said that business had been slow and they were being forced to do some trimming of employees in departments. He told Steve that he hated to let him go but, since Steve was the lowest in seniority he was being given the pink slip. He cleaned out his desk and a couple of hours later here he sat drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the job section of the classified ads to see what was available for an unemployed accountant. Thank god he had set some money aside each month out of his pay for emergencies. He could last a few months of being unemployed but after that it was going to get really bad.
He let out a sigh and decided to go out to the bars tonight it had been two years since ha had to go out and try to pick up a girl and he knew it wasn't going to be easy. Besides, after tonight until he got another job, he wouldn't be able to afford to go out. He took another sip of his coffee and watched two tall blonde women come walking in to the coffee shop. They both were gorgeous and he was thinking of a good opening line to start some conversation when he saw wedding rings on their hands. He let out a sigh and tossed the newspaper in the garbage can next to him. He put his hands in his pocket and felt the business card from the Loving hands Massage parlor.
He pulled the card out and read the address and saw that it wasn't very far from the coffee shop. He stood up and drank the last bit of coffee in his cup and tossed the empty cup into the garbage. Walking out of the coffee shop he felt the cold wind and drizzle hitting him in the face. He thought for a second to turned around and go back to his place but smiled as thought of some cutie massaging him in the nude and it would be the perfect way to end a rotten week. Steve pulled his coat collar up around his neck and then headed towards the massage parlor with sexual thoughts dancing in his head
Thirty minutes later Steve arrived at the address cold and damp from the walk but was ready for a massage. He looked at the building and saw that it was an old warehouse that had been converted to loft apartments. Stepping into the doorway he saw a panel that had a speaker with two columns of buttons below it with numbers next to each button. He pulled the massage parlor card from his pocket and located the number of the Loving Hands Massage Parlor then pushed the button. A few seconds later a male voice answered, "Can I help you?"
"Well I hope so, is this where Loving Hands is located?" Steve asked curiously. Why did he hear a male voice answering?
The voice answered back, "Yes it is, are you here for a massage?"
"Yea, I'm here for a massage." Steve answered puzzled and nervous.
"Do you have an appointment?" the voice asked in a monotone voice.
"No I don't." Steve said with a sigh. His bad luck was continuing to roll on. He couldn't even get a massage at a massage parlor.
"Normally you would have to schedule one but since the last one for the day finished up an hour ago and it also sounds like you could use a good massage I think we can squeeze you in. Would you please step back from the intercom and let me take a look at you? It's just a security precaution." The voice said in polite tone.
Steve stepped back from the intercom and back into the wind and drizzle. He looked up to try and see the camera but couldn't. He looked around the entrance finally spotting it tucked behind a light post hanging from the building. Steve heard a buzz, as the front door was unlocked. He heard the voice say "Come in to the lobby and wait by the elevator I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
Steve opened the front doors and felt warm air hit him as he walked into a carpeted area that had a couple of lamps next to a leather sofa to sit on. There was some soft jazz going over a loudspeaker to relax anyone who had to sit and wait for the elevator. Steve walked over to the sofa and sat down nervously. Why did a guy answer the intercom instead of a woman? This was probably their bouncer guy that took care of unruly customers for the women. He heard the freight elevator come to life and heard the elevator's engines crank slowly and loudly.
Steve stood up as he heard the elevator arrive at the lobby and when the doors opened out stepped a man that looked in his early thirties, about 6', short brown hair with a well developed physique wearing some loose fitting sweat pants and a tank top. The man looked around and saw Steve and signaled him to come onto the elevator. When Steve got in the man closed the doors and pushed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator seemed to be moving at a snail's pace and the ride seemed to take forever. Steve was trying not to show any nervousness.
The man sensed that Steve was getting antsy and broke the silence and held out his hand, "Hey my name is Jon and is this the first time you've been here?"
Steve nodded his yes and felt his mouth getting dry while shook the man's hand.
"Well, I think you'll like it. There hasn't been a complaint yet." Jon said with a smile. He was checking out Steve. Most of his clients were older men that were out if shape but this was going to be very nice for a change.
The elevator finally arrived at the fourth floor where Jon opened the doors and signaled for Steve to follow him. They walked down a long hallway to the end where Jon unlocked a door with a key and signaled for Steve to come on in.
Steve walked into the loft and was surprised by its appearance. The floors were polished hardwood. He looked at one corner where a king sized bed that was made neatly with huge pillows sitting at the head of the bed and in another corner was a massage table set up with oils near it. There was a curtain that closed around the table that was open at the present and just a few feet from the table a king sized above ground hot tub that was turned on and looked very inviting. Steve looked across the loft and a 56" plasma TV along with a killer stereo system that sounded great as jazz played out of it. The kitchen area was in a corner where it was clean and neat. There were three large windows that had heavy curtains on them that were closed. Steve was puzzled though, where were the women that did the massages?
Jon broke the silence and said, "Okay before we go any further let me tell you the rates. For $65 you get 30 minutes in a hot tub and an hour massage and for $30 you get a 30 minute massage. You pay before services are rendered. I take cash or credit card."
