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“I can’t do this, Celeste. I can’t,” she whispered.
“Are you there now?”
“Yes. He just left. He told me to take off all my clothes and lie on the table.”
“Well, he is a masseur. Is he cute?”
Lynae recalled his image in her mind. “O-M-G, he’s gorgeous. But that’s not the point.”
“I swear on my life if you don’t go through with this, I’m going to come down there myself, tie you to the bed, and let him have his way with you, and you will enjoy every single damn minute of it.”
“Celeste,” she whined.
“How many times have I told you to be brave? Don’t become a chicken shit now.”
“Ugh…I hate it when you say that.”
“You said he was cute, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then just think of it as a one-night stand. You just went out, you met him at a bar, and you decided you wanted to have hot monkey sex with him. Now, all you gotta do is do it.”
She did have a point. “Are you sure this is safe?”
“The Pleasure Club has a sparkling reputation. It’s word-of-mouth and referral only. Believe me, if they were doing anything illegal or underhanded, or if someone had been hurt or raped, they wouldn’t still be in business.” Lynae heard her sigh through the phone. “Come on, little sister, you can do this. Live a little. Enjoy yourself and this man and everything his body has to offer. You won’t regret it.”
Lynae could already feel acquiescence slipping through her veins. “Okay, okay. I’ll do it.”
“Good. Now, take off your clothes and get up on that table. Tomorrow you can call me and tell me all about it.”
She smiled and said, “I will. Bye.”
Glancing at her watch, she noticed she only had about four minutes left before he returned. She slipped out of her shoes, then stripped out of the capris and shirt she wore. Thank goodness she’d decided to dress casually when she came. She’d already been nervous enough. Having to think about something fancy to wear would have driven her crazy.
A little chilly, she climbed up onto the massage table and under the lightweight blanket and covered herself from neck to toe. She understood the mechanics of what was going to happen. After all, she’d read up about massage therapy techniques when she’d decided she was going to try for her license. But actually being “on the table” made her nervous as hell.
When he walked back in the room, he was shirtless, and the pants he wore hung low on his hips. He walked to the side of the table, and she tried to relax, but she felt the tension building in her shoulders.
“Are you ready?” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I guess.”
No. What the hell am I doing?
She felt him touch her back, and she flinched.
“Would you like to hear some music?”
“That would be great.” Maybe it would soothe her, calm her down. This man was drop-dead gorgeous. Hell, if she had met him on the street, or in a bar, she’d definitely want to fuck him. Why couldn’t she do what Celeste said? Treat it like a one-night stand.
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sp; He walked to a panel on the wall she hadn’t even noticed and pressed a button. Soft music filtered through the room. The next thing she felt was air on her feet.
“I’m going to start with your feet. Is that all right?”
Lynae nodded into the face rest. “Uh huh,” was all she could manage.
