Page 19 of Black Light: Cured

I imagine all the negativity leaving the space and absorbing into the stone. Once I’m done, I set it over

with my other stones surrounding a candle and pull out my selenite. I do the same thing, making sure

to set clear intentions for the interactions that are about to take place.

The ritual, the meditation, all of it gets me back into the frame of mind that I need to be in —that

of a therapeutic helper and not someone here to get their sexual needs met. That will happen later, but

in this space, there’s no negativity, no sexual intentions, nothing but healing vibes.

Once everything is the way it needs to be, I step back out into the space and look for Master

Aiden. Every Saturday, I choose the semi-private room that’s closest to the entrance, that way my

clients don’t have to come all the way down the row of curtained-off areas to see me. I do my

absolute best to accommodate my clients in the best way I know how, and without having a proper

massage room, this is the best I can do.

Since the club only opened about ten minutes ago, there are not that many people here, making it

easier to find Master Aiden. But as my eyes drifted over the space, his face was the only one I didn’t

find. Frowning, I walk over to the male bathroom and listen for any noise, but it’s silent. Not sure

where else to go, I head over to the door between the play space and sign-in area on the off-chance

he’d be there.

Pulling the door open, I peek in and spot him by the desk talking to Danny, his hands animated as

they speak in low whispers. Taking this moment, I stare at Master Aiden, watching how he moves.

Nothing seems stiff on him. Every bit of him is fluid, sensual, graceful in the way deadly predators

slink about.

Shaking my head, I force those traitorous thoughts out, and bring my focus back to what could be

wrong with him. It doesn’t seem like he’s in any pain, so perhaps today is just for relaxation. Many of

my clients see me for that very reason. My room is a safe space for them to just let go and let all the

stressors of their lives and jobs drift out into the ether.

“Master Aiden? I’m ready for you.”

He turns from the desk and smiles at me, showing far too many teeth. Again, the image of him

stalking me like a predator stealthily moving through the forest hits me in the chest, arresting my

breath. I have to be professional. I have to be professional. I chant the mantra in my head, hoping for

it to have some effect.

After my sessions today, I should go home and research what stones help with unwanted arousal.