It’s Monday. I open my drawer containing my blue appointment book. I flip through the pages until I land on today’s date. As I glance through the names on the page, I notice a different handwriting than mine. Someone booked a late appointment and didn’t even tell me. I gaze at the name with puzzled disbelief.
Great, not only is it a late appointment, but it’s someone new… Fuck my life. Hopefully someone will be a little more vocal next time. I’ll talk with Sam. She might know who this is or who put him down.
Now Sam is absolutely stunning. I find myself thinking about her more and more each day. She is an average sized girl, maybe 5’4 with long straight brown hair that would reach the bottom of her luscious breasts. A calm mild manner surrounds her that most people would write off, but I think she has a few sexy secrets she’s saving for a rainy day. Sam wears little to no make up, she illuminates beautifully with her natural look. Her eyes, constantly changing between a mild green and a light blue with a gold ring in the middle.
Now, with all that being said, I don’t want to be intimate with Sam. She knows I think she’s extremely attractive, but understands that it is just that. An attraction. I admire her beauty when we exchange massages every other week, and whenever we get Chinese food or go to a movie. She just happens to be one of my very best friends and I can’t help but look.
“Hey do you know who put this Austin guy down at 7?” I ask Sam.
She replies with “Oh shit, that was Sarah. She told me to mention it to you and I forgot. My bad Ann.”
“You bitch.” I tease back with my usual slight sarcasm and emotionless expression.
Sam smiles but glances down after a second. “She also told me to tell you to be careful. He might be a weird one.”
“Why? Did he do something?”
“No, she just said that everytime she took his appointment he specifically asked for the girl with the glasses. I guess he was okay though during the massages.”
Awesome.
So I have a new guy coming, late at night, who specifically asked for me… Normally these would all be red flags, but I vaguely remember this guy. He was tall. 6’3 or so. Average athletic build. Dark eyes with matching hair. But I remember his smile the most. He was very confident and soft in his facial expressions. I feel a quick and unnoticeable flutter in my breathing. Hmmm.
“That’s fine then. As long as Sarah is okay with me taking him. I probably won’t be able to come for cards tonight. Tell Tony I’m sorry.” I said.
“Awww you’re going to break Jaice’s heart.” She chuckled.
“Fuck, maybe he’ll finally take the brick to the face and break off his mental image of us with 9 kids and a big house in the country.” I tell her over my shoulder. I head to my room where I get my sheets ready for my first one in 30 minutes.
To make Mondays semi-bearable, Sam and I normally have a card night at her place with her boyfriend Tony and his best friend Jaice. Unfortunately, Jaice has this weird idea that Monday night card nights are in place to potentially hook us up. Dispite the millions of times I’ve told him I’m not interested, he continues to believe the same bullshit. Whatever. I might just have to thank Sarah for unintentionally keeping me late tonight.
Maybe Austin too… Why would I think that?
I picture standing at his head as he faces the ceiling, running my hands down his darken muscled arms…
As a short girl I have to reach over my patients sometimes and end up accidently grazing them with my hair or having my face maybe a little close. Nothing vulgar ever though. I am a professional.
But his lips, if I just reached enough to let my lips get close…
Holy fuck, I gotta get that out of my head. Im embarassed with myself. I instantly flush and feel the heat start to pulsate from my chest and between my legs.
I feel Sam’s energy as I peek up at her. She catches me in this guilty trance and giggles at me.
Fucking great.
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