The next few months rolled along nicely. I started to jog with mom on the weekends. At first she had trouble keeping up with my longer strides and faster pace, but before long she was challenging me to a final sprint. Often we finished with a post run massage which had turned more therapeutic with time except when either of us had a particular itch that needing scratching, the other was eager to oblige. As lean as mom's body was before, it only grew more defined with time.
As for me, I was tired of Tom looking so much bigger and stronger, so I would drive by and pick him up and off to the gym we would go. He still lifted heavier than me, but I did notice I was bulking up and had more definition to my shape. My pecs were cut and a six pack was forming. It wasn't just me who noticed, but mom would comment after our post run massage, especially when I was treated to a hand job and my abs would pop out as I orgasmed.
Barbie continued to treat me to several mind blowing/cock blowing sessions, each one being unique from the previous. I had become more popular with the women in junior college as they had a glowing appreciation for my talented fingers and inventive tongue. Although I was friendly with many women, I never had one that I would call my girlfriend. I provided massages to some of the injured athletes, some of whose cocks I toyed and played with to assist with their recuperation (laughing). But with all the cocks I toyed with, I had never licked, sucked or tasted one. I do wonder about that since Joe had treated me to a marvelous blow job the first time I met him at his studio. Considering it was such an enjoyable experience and I enjoyed providing pleasure to others... so you would think that I would have given it a try. I guess there is a time and place for everything, I guess it was not my time yet.
I continued to talk and met with Joe. He would monitor my massage progress and give me hints and techniques to refine my skills. All our meetings focused on the therapeutic side since he had confidence that I already had accomplished skills on the sensual/sexual side.
One Friday after classes Joe called and asked me to meet him at the spa later that evening.
"Hey Joe, hows it hanging?"
"About 7" inches, he joked. "After all these months, do we still need to compare", continuing to laugh. "But seriously, I have an opportunity for you. There is a very rich couple, that I have known for a long time, coming into town tomorrow and they are looking for a massage guy especially for the wife. So I thought of you."
"That is very flattering Joe."
"I must also tell you, they are somewhat weird and kinky. The husband is a Wall Street executive, originally from Montreal, and manages billions, yes I said billions, of dollars of investments. He is a high powered executive that makes million dollar decisions daily, yet when he returns home the power moves over to his wife and he tends to be submissive to her. His wife is a former fitness model who tries to keep her youth through lifts and tucks, if you understand me."
"So Joe, do you think I can handle it?"
"Well, you have Barbie's Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval" he laughed.
"Huh", somewhat dumfounded at the connection between Joe and Mary. "You know Mary Henderson?"
"Actually I know her intimately"... he deliberately pauses... "not in that way" as he continued to smile and play with my head. "She is my aunt."
"And she tells you stuff? Holy Fuck Joe!"
"Be cool Jay, we are all discreet here. If I hadn't known, I could not offer you this opportunity."
"So what else do you know, or should I know" I asked.
"Just a couple of final points,
- The wife needs to be flattered
- She has a temper so be careful
- If she wants you to do something, do it
- She will give you an envelope at the end of the evening. It will contain cash. Do not open it until you leave the apartment. It would be insulting for her if you checked the amount."
"So here is the address of the hotel. You will go to the penthouse floor and will meet with security. They will ask who you are visiting. You will answer Jacques and Yvette Brisbois. They will call ahead and then allow you to pass. Understand?"
"Lots of details" as I looked concerned.
"You will do great Jay, and have fun."
Finishing my Saturday's dinner, I shower and got ready for my appointment. I paid particular attention to make sure my bush was trimmed and my balls were clean shaven. I admired my improved physic in the mirror as I pulled on my dry fit shirt, noting that it now fits tighter than previous. The designer track pants came next as I grabbed the car keys and off went.
I arrive at the hotel and the valet takes my car. I enter the elevator and press "P" for penthouse. The doors open and a security guard greets me.
"Is someone expecting you?" as he looks me up and down.
"Yes, Jacques and Yvette Brisbois."
He says "one second" and dials a number, talks for a moment and then points to the first door on the left.
As I am about to knock, the door opens unexpectedly and I stumble in, almost knocking on the forehead of who I expect is Jacques. He is a short man about 5'6" round belly, and wearing an apron with possibly nothing underneath. I apologize for my awkward entrance.
He greeted me warmly, turned and exposed his bare ass and said. "Yvette our guest is here."
I followed him into the hotel room which was bigger and more lavish than any hotel I have ever seen, even in the movies. There were 10 foot windows which showcased the downtown view. I was ushered to the sitting area and noticed a sliding door leading to the bedroom. Everything was opulent, shiny and shouted expensive.
Coming from the bedroom I heard a voice "Qui mes chers, je viens, I am coming."
She stepped into the sitting room wearing a black skin tight latex outfit. The costume silhouetted were hourglass figure like nothing else could. Her breasts were abnormally large for her ultra slim waist and her ass would make Beyoncé's look skinny. She looked like she was a creation of a horny 13 year old with superb Photoshop skills.
She greeted me by placing her hand on my chest. "Matt did not tell me that you were so attractive"
Surprised that she called him Matt and not Joe, I responded " Matt did tell me that you were a former fitness model but did not tell me that you probably look better today than when you were modeling."
