Chapter 4

And he wasn’t, so he didn’t take any chances. If he entered the room and found exposed boobs staring up at him, he discretely raised the sheet to cover them. Without saying a word, he’d then lower the lights and turn on the CD of ocean waves and lute music which he liked to work to, and set about massaging the client’s shoulders. He was careful to keep his hands far away from breasts or anything else that might get him into trouble.

Of course, he laughed about clients’ brazen exhibitions with the other masseuses, who dealt with similar issues. A pretty young massage therapist named Erin had particular trouble with male clients who would rub their hips against the table when they were on their stomachs, using the weight of their bodies to stimulate their cocks. When they turned onto their backs, Erin sometimes found it hard not to snicker at the tell-tale bulge beneath the sheet.