didn’t go anywhere near there. I didn’t even
work as far up her thighs as I normally would because I didn’t want
to risk losing her as a client. But when I got done she asked me
why I skipped her butt. She seemed really disappointed. So I told
her why, and she said next time I’d have to pay extra attention to
that area.”
“You keep calling this girl ‘her.’ What’s her
name?”
“Alexis Hollingsworth. Doesn’t she just sound
rich?”
Kevin spit out another mouthful of beer.
“You fucked Alexis Hollingsworth?”
“You know who she is? Did I fuck a
celebrity?”
“That big corporate building you met her at,
was it called LGH?”
“Uhhhh. Yeah, I think it was,” Cade said with
a shrug.
“You’re a dead man. The ‘H’ in LGH is
Hollingsworth. Her husband owns the fucking company. That guy could
buy a country in Eastern Europe if he wanted to. He could make you
disappear easier than ordering a pizza.”
Cade stared at the ceiling blankly, “She
never said she was married, and I never saw a wedding ring. Shit. I
don’t want to be a home wrecker… or dead. But we’ll worry about
that after I finish the story.”
“You have my attention,” Kevin said, folding
his hands together.
“So every week I’d drive out to Fancy Land
and gave Alexis a massage. She liked to talk during our sessions,
which is fairly normal. It’s hard not to make a connection with
someone when they’ve had their hands all over your. Plus, a lot of
people talk as a way of coping with the fact that a stranger is
touching their naked body. So I didn’t think much of it when Alexis
and I started to develop a friendship of sorts. She’d tell me
stories about going to Switzerland and countries I’ve never even
heard of; never mentioned a husband though. Eventually we got
really comfortable around each other, and she started talking about
sex. She was pretty open and could get a little vulgar.”
“Cade, this isn’t your first rodeo. You know
girls only talk about sex to guys they want to have sex with.”
“Eh, normally I would have taken it as a
sign, but I never believed I actually had a chance with her. There
was the professional barrier between us, the age difference, the
financial gap. Plus, it was obvious she didn’t really have anyone
else to confide in. So I figured she was just getting chatty with
the help and probably said the same things to her hair
stylist.”
“So how’d you wind up going from talking
about sex to having it?”
“To understand exactly how that happened you
need to understand that I do a lot of my massage routine with my
eyes closed, usually so I can focus on the muscles, but when I had
Alexis laying on her back I always kept my eyes closed to keep me
from staring at her body in case she noticed. That’s what I was
doing this morning when I was working on the front of her thighs. I
was really in the zone, rubbing those amazing legs, and kind of
fantasizing about her when I accidentally moved my hand up too far
under the sheet…” Cade paused and took a drink of his beer, trying
to figure out how to say what came next. “… so far under the sheet
that my finger slipped into her pussy.”
“Whoa! Does that happen a lot in
massages?”
“No! I don’t even know how it happened that
time. Although it probably didn’t hurt that she had a Brazilian
wax, and her pussy was already dripping wet.”
“Dripping wet, huh? That definitely means
something. So what did she do? What did you do?”
“I froze like a deer in a headlight… with my
finger still inside of her. I stood there motionless waiting for
her to scream and go call the cops, but she didn’t. She just let
out this long moan. At that point I figured if I left she would
feel jilted, unfulfilled, embarrassed, angry or all of the above.
And Hell hath no fury like a rich woman’s wrath. So I decided the
best thing I could do was just run with it.”
“Even though that would make you a
prostitute?”
“No,
work as far up her thighs as I normally would because I didn’t want
to risk losing her as a client. But when I got done she asked me
why I skipped her butt. She seemed really disappointed. So I told
her why, and she said next time I’d have to pay extra attention to
that area.”
“You keep calling this girl ‘her.’ What’s her
name?”
“Alexis Hollingsworth. Doesn’t she just sound
rich?”
Kevin spit out another mouthful of beer.
“You fucked Alexis Hollingsworth?”
“You know who she is? Did I fuck a
celebrity?”
“That big corporate building you met her at,
was it called LGH?”
“Uhhhh. Yeah, I think it was,” Cade said with
a shrug.
“You’re a dead man. The ‘H’ in LGH is
Hollingsworth. Her husband owns the fucking company. That guy could
buy a country in Eastern Europe if he wanted to. He could make you
disappear easier than ordering a pizza.”
Cade stared at the ceiling blankly, “She
never said she was married, and I never saw a wedding ring. Shit. I
don’t want to be a home wrecker… or dead. But we’ll worry about
that after I finish the story.”
“You have my attention,” Kevin said, folding
his hands together.
“So every week I’d drive out to Fancy Land
and gave Alexis a massage. She liked to talk during our sessions,
which is fairly normal. It’s hard not to make a connection with
someone when they’ve had their hands all over your. Plus, a lot of
people talk as a way of coping with the fact that a stranger is
touching their naked body. So I didn’t think much of it when Alexis
and I started to develop a friendship of sorts. She’d tell me
stories about going to Switzerland and countries I’ve never even
heard of; never mentioned a husband though. Eventually we got
really comfortable around each other, and she started talking about
sex. She was pretty open and could get a little vulgar.”
“Cade, this isn’t your first rodeo. You know
girls only talk about sex to guys they want to have sex with.”
“Eh, normally I would have taken it as a
sign, but I never believed I actually had a chance with her. There
was the professional barrier between us, the age difference, the
financial gap. Plus, it was obvious she didn’t really have anyone
else to confide in. So I figured she was just getting chatty with
the help and probably said the same things to her hair
stylist.”
“So how’d you wind up going from talking
about sex to having it?”
“To understand exactly how that happened you
need to understand that I do a lot of my massage routine with my
eyes closed, usually so I can focus on the muscles, but when I had
Alexis laying on her back I always kept my eyes closed to keep me
from staring at her body in case she noticed. That’s what I was
doing this morning when I was working on the front of her thighs. I
was really in the zone, rubbing those amazing legs, and kind of
fantasizing about her when I accidentally moved my hand up too far
under the sheet…” Cade paused and took a drink of his beer, trying
to figure out how to say what came next. “… so far under the sheet
that my finger slipped into her pussy.”
“Whoa! Does that happen a lot in
massages?”
“No! I don’t even know how it happened that
time. Although it probably didn’t hurt that she had a Brazilian
wax, and her pussy was already dripping wet.”
“Dripping wet, huh? That definitely means
something. So what did she do? What did you do?”
“I froze like a deer in a headlight… with my
finger still inside of her. I stood there motionless waiting for
her to scream and go call the cops, but she didn’t. She just let
out this long moan. At that point I figured if I left she would
feel jilted, unfulfilled, embarrassed, angry or all of the above.
And Hell hath no fury like a rich woman’s wrath. So I decided the
best thing I could do was just run with it.”
“Even though that would make you a
prostitute?”
“No,
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