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  I commented to Hunter how terrific I thought the material was.

  “Oh, you like it.” Hunter lit up. “I…” He looked as though he was about to say something else, but he finished with, “I’m so glad.”

  I started to comment on something else, but at that moment, He placed his hands on my shoulder blades and the rest of the world stopped. Hands like his should be insured; they create magic. The knots in my shoulders grew heated and relaxed then disappeared altogether. Hunter worked his way lower toward my butt which was often sore from sitting at my desk for long hours. Petite moans escaped from the back of my throat, but self-consciousness was forgotten in the blissful haze that surrounded me.

  My haze cleared somewhat when his fingers separated the globes of my ass and firmly maneuvered each cheek in opposite circles. Surprise invaded me; my last massage had not been quite so intimate. He circled twice more, then his thumbs slid between my butt cheeks and slid lower and deeper till he separated the lips of my vagina and stroked lightly. His other fingers continued to massage the knots out of my ass. A butt now firmly clenched against the surprise invasion.

  Hunter could not help but feel my sudden tensing for he paused, questioning gently, “Catherine? Catherine, are you okay?”

  I licked my lips. This was too erotic, too forbidden, too shocking to allow. Wasn’t it? I should say something. But what?

  “My…I…my last massage was not quite so, um, intimate. You know, he stuck to my legs and shoulders and stuff,” I managed.

  His hands remained on my rear as he replied, “But, Catherine, this is what we do here. At Rapture, we firmly believe that true relaxation comes from a full body release. What better way to attain that than orgasm?”

  “Orgasm?” I mouthed silently to the stone floor below me. Hunter would continue the massage until I came? My body gave an involuntary shiver filled with slight fear, but some anticipation. Could I allow this? I’ve indulged in some casual sex before, but never with a complete stranger and never one whom I was paying. Did that make Hunter a whore? Or what did you call it? A gigolo?

  “Catherine,” Hunter repeated my name sounding like a patient schoolteacher. “I know this came as a shock to you, but I think your body could use a release. I feel such tension everywhere. May I continue?”

  I turned to my side and propped myself onto one elbow, pulling the sheet to cover my bare breasts. “I have some questions first,” I stated.

  “Of course you do, you’re a lawyer,” he replied, an amused look on his face. “Go ahead.”

  Questions jumbled about my brain; there were so many questions I wanted to ask. Rapture was a sensual massage parlor. His revelation explained so much. Like the skimpy technician uniforms and the sheer robes. And the two women making out in the hot tub. But, it opened up a dozen more questions, like…

  “How is this legal? Don’t the police raid you?”

  He removed his hands from my body. “Well first of all, we don’t offer sex for money. Sleeping with a client is strictly forbidden. Our certified massage therapists offer massage. If it results in an orgasm, well…” He shrugged.

  “When most people hear of erotic massage, they think of Asian girls offering happy endings to older men. Rapture changed the playing field of erotic massage to offer strictly high end sensual massage to a discerning clientele. Remember, you signed that nondisclosure agreement,” he continued. “Our clients are satisfied enough to keep us discreet, only letting good friends know. Our business is all word-of-mouth, and you would not believe some of the mouths that walk through the door. We get actresses, politicians, you name it.”

  “Oh, I’d believe it.” I nodded. “So that’s why…” I trailed off feeling dumb. How had I missed the clues as to Rapture’s true purpose? Even the name offered a clue.

  “That’s why, ‘what’?” encouraged Hunter.

  “That’s why there were all the questions about ethnicity and showers and the like. I’m such an idiot,” I chastised myself.

  “You’re not an idiot. You’re sweet—” he smiled “—but yes, we try to offer every client her fantasy experience without actual intercourse. Male, female, two men, manual, electronic, black, white, Asian, you name it?”

  “Electronic?”

  He wordlessly padded over to a cabinet door and opened it. Inside was the largest collection of vibrators and dildos I had seen outside a sex shop. Then he turned back to me and smiled.

  “See anything intriguing? Knowing what you do now, is there something different you would choose? Think about it, but I’d really like to finish your massage. Your body needs it.”

  I considered his proposal briefly, glancing down at my body, which ranged in color now from pink as the roses in the corner of the room to fire-engine red. Hunter brought women to orgasm every day for a profession. This experience could literally be the greatest orgasm of my life. And, I reasoned, technically I had not paid for it. This massage was a gift from Lauren.

  “Okay.” I nodded slowly. “Let’s do it. Finish the massage, but no toys, just your hands.” Before I could lose my nerve I turned back around, buried my face in the doughnut shaped cushion and waited for his hands to work their magic again.

  I didn’t wait long. In a flash, he stroked his strong, sure hands over my shoulders to warm me up. Briefly he caressed my backside but then skipped my vagina and moved to the backs of my thighs. I squirmed in disappointment. My body waited for its dessert, but in the meantime, I enjoyed the sensation of lotion working its way into my legs. When he made his way to my feet, a sensual haze enveloped me again.

  I once saw a chart pinpointing areas of the feet and their corresponding body part. He must have seen the same chart, since each caress and pressure point he touched, affected me. Mostly in my center. I could feel the folds of my vagina becoming damp. Discreetly I pushed my pubic bone against the table hoping to relieve some pressure. Nothing escaped his attention, and his hands slid easily up the backs of my thighs to my rear. He parted my butt cheeks with one hand, and slid one finger of his other hand deeply from my clitoris to the base of my spine.

  I whimpered with delight and arched my ass off the table. Hunter chuckled and began the massage in earnest. Repeating the move he had done earlier before I cottoned onto the true purpose of Rapture, he massaged the globes of my butt while his deft thumbs worked their way more deeply into my vagina.

  How could one man be so talented with just his thumbs? He stroked and plucked and started a rhythm that had me biting my lip and clutching the sheet on the table. When he slid one finger deep inside me and gently plucked my clit, I tightened against the impending orgasm.

  “Let it out, Cat,” he urged softly. “You deserve this. You need it.”

  He allowed me no room to retreat and continued sliding his fingers in and out while massaging every pleasure point with just the right amount of pressure.

  My body writhed while I called out for deities as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me, starting at my core and working their way outward. Finally I lay limp and sated like a rag doll on the table. Hunter allowed me about two minutes of rest, just gently rubbing my lower back, before he whispered.

  “Time to roll over, Cat.”

  I turned my head to the side and opened one lazy eye to stare at him in disbelief. There was more? I came. The massage was over, wasn’t it?

  Apparently not, because he gently rolled me to my side, removed the oval headrest then pushed me onto my back. He then placed two small pillows shaped like hot dogs under each of my knees, leaving my legs propped up and open.

  I remained in a high state of relaxation throughout the whole transfer but was not out of it enough to miss the enormous erection Hunter sported. His boxer briefs hid nothing and stretched tightly over his swollen cock. I waited passively under my blanket for the next phase of the massage. Hunter said technicians could not sleep with clients, but should I offer to relieve him? It looked painful, and to be perfectly honest, I wanted to rub my hand up and down over hi
s underwear. In fact, my palm itched with the need to squeeze his penis through his underwear then slip my hand into the waistband and stroke his silky head. Amazingly my own vagina clenched with excitement at the thought. I debated silently in my mind for a second before I made the offer.

  “Hunter?”

  “Hmm?” He glanced down at me from his position over my breasts where he looked to be setting up to rub concentric circles around them.

  “Hunter, can I do anything for you? I mean for, you know…” I gestured to his cock with my hand grazing him slightly. His penis twitched at my touch.

  He paused at my offer and sucked in a gulp of air. Then he offered a sad little smile. “Catherine, that is really tempting, but today is for you. This is your massage. I’ll take care of myself later.”

  “Okay.” I shrugged, a little hurt my offer had not been accepted, but erections must be an occupational hazard Hunter was used to. I closed my eyes and focused instead on the image of him “taking care” of himself later. I saw him naked in the shower, chest glistening with water droplets, one hand cupping his balls while the other stroked his shaft in a steady rhythm.

  His continued massage only increased the pleasure I took in my daydream. After gently rubbing circles around my breasts while thumbing my nipples, he rubbed my abdomen. I giggled, slightly ticklish, so he moved lower to massage my inner thighs. The knots in my thighs and calves stretched then unwound as Hunter’s magic hands worked their way around my legs. Then he moved back up separating my legs more, bending me at the knee and placing each foot flat on the massage table.

  His hands centered right in on my still-wet vagina. I propped myself on elbows immediately.

  “I thought we were done with that part of the massage,” I accused.

  “Nope.” He cheerfully went to work.

  I collapsed back against the table.

  “This is ridiculous,” I muttered. “I’ve never come twice in a span of ten minutes.”

  He placed a finger on my lips to shush me.

  “You will today.” He moved his fingertips back down to rub the pad of his pointer finger against my clitoris. Another finger entered me while a third went even farther down to put pressure against my anus. I clenched in surprise then immediately felt the rush as he slipped a second digit into my vagina. I closed my eyes, my entire being focused on the male fingers at the center of my body. I could feel my juices sliding on my inner thighs and down to the sheet. I had never been this wet before. Hunter circled to the right side of my body and reached over my thigh to continue his amazing rhythm. I reopened my eyes to enjoy the glorious sight of his cock pushing tautly against the dark fabric of his underwear.

  He was right; I would come a second time today. In fact, the orgasm flooded through me in an intense wave causing me to buck and squeeze his hand, trapping it between my thighs. Time stood still forever in that moment, and yet it was over all too soon.

  “Oh, God. Oh, God,” I panted then lost coherent speech and could only purr with contentment.

  He moved back down my body and began to rub my feet gently. I floated like a feather back to reality, but could not wipe the smile off my face. The world was a wonderful place. How could I have gone so long without sex? I vowed to pull out my vibrator from the back of the closet that very evening and pick up some batteries at the drugstore.

  Hunter stood at the foot of the massage table for a few moments, just holding my feet. Then he smiled at me.

  “Now the massage is over,” he stated quietly, a hint of regret tinged his voice. “I’ll walk you back to the changing room.” He gathered up my robe off the hook and helped me back into it. We strolled down the hallway silently, his hand a steady support on my elbow. At the door to the locker room, we paused in an awkward silence. What did one say to a stranger who had just witnessed you at your most vulnerable? I opted for a smile and a simple, “thank you.”

  He smiled back and leaned in as if to kiss me passionately, but gently bussed my cheek. There was a profound silence, and then he spoke.

  “Make an appointment with me for next week,” he ordered then softened it. “Please?”

  “I’ll think about it,” I agreed and backed into the women’s locker room mentally capturing Hunter’s face for future masturbation fantasies. I needed time to replay the morning events in my mind. I did not want to make a move on Hunter unless I had a guarantee it was mutual. Could anything be more humiliating than throwing myself at him only to learn his feelings were purely professional?

  I turned and floated into the locker room, oblivious to any other occupants. When I entered the marble tiled shower stall with teak floor to ceiling doors, I smiled as I saw the various handheld and conveniently placed shelves. It was obvious that a shower add-on was a sensual add-on indeed. I lathered and let the soothing water wash over me. I envisioned Hunter in here with me, holding the shower wand spraying me here and there, adjusting my foot rest on that shelf just there and my ass to perch on this shelf. Yes, I would definitely make an appointment for next Saturday. Probably. Maybe.

  Chapter 4

  Monday, I picked up my cell phone to call for an appointment but hung up when a woman’s voice answered. On Tuesday I was stuck in meetings all day till ten at night. No chance of calling that day. Lauren called on Wednesday to check in and ask if I had gone to Rapture yet. I lied and told her I hadn’t. I couldn’t say exactly why I lied, but the experience was too personal and erotic to share. Feeling guilty about the lie, I did not make another appointment. Wednesday night I pulled out my trusty vibrator, but Old Faithful was faithless that night. No orgasm, damn it.

  Which is why Thursday morning I made a beeline to a stall in the ladies bathroom at work to make a surreptitious cell phone call. Snooty receptionist was back at her desk, for she answered and began her litany of questions. This time I was prepared and clued in as to Rapture’s sensual expertise. I did not wait for her to get to the second question.

  “I want a ten o’clock with Hunter,” I informed her.

  “Hunter?” she repeated, surprise in her voice. “Do you mean Heidi or Henry?”

  “No,” I insisted. “I mean Hunter. Is he available?”

  There was a silence, then, “please hold for a moment,” and a much longer pause. A glance at my watch told me two minutes had passed. Any more and I’d have to hang up and get back to work. Luckily Hunter picked up the phone almost immediately after.

  “Cat, I’m so glad you called. Of course I’m available for you Saturday morning. See you at ten?”

  His deep voice flowed through the phone like the smoothest and richest of chocolates. God, I wanted to lick him up. “Ten o’cock—I mean clock,” I confirmed, burning with embarrassment and practically hung up on him.

  Saturday morning, I rolled out of bed at seven and into the shower. A full application of makeup followed. Feeling a bit self-conscious, I picked through my closet searching for the perfect outfit that said “Saturday morning casual” along with “I am a sexy goddess.” I settled on brand-new skinny jeans with dainty ballet slippers and a cleavage-revealing but comfortable blouse.

  My efforts were for naught since Hunter was not working the front desk today. I finally got to meet the snooty receptionist upon my arrival at Rapture. Turns out she was about five feet tall, brunette and curvy, as well as incredibly friendly in person. Ellen, as she was called, stared at me curiously and insisted on walking me back to the locker room despite my protestations that I could find it on my own. Apparently Hunter rarely took on new clients, so she wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

  Feeling inordinately pleased with myself for making it onto Hunter’s exclusive client list, I decided to take a premassage dip in the hot tub. I lowered myself nude into the steamy water and lolled back against the side, eyes closed. I don’t know how long I floated there when I was startled out of my reverie by hands lifting me at my waist. My eyes flew open and a shriek lodged itself in my throat but stopped when I saw it was Hunter.

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�Hi.” He smiled. “I didn’t mean to startle you, but you looked so sexy in the water, I couldn’t resist.”

  I tried not to swell with hubris at Hunter’s words. He was a professional sensualist. All his clients probably heard those words, even the little old ladies. Ew, I dismissed that thought quickly and opted to play along with the sexy game Hunter started.

  “You look good yourself,” I purred, admiring his bare chest. For professionalism, he still wore his boxer briefs in the water. Then I looked around.

  “Are we alone here? Can’t anyone walk in?”

  “Well, yes,” Hunter admitted. “Do you mind?” he asked, as he planted me firmly on his lap and pressed my back against his chest. My thighs spread open across the outside of his thighs. I could feel his swollen cock pressing into the cleft of my backside.

  Did I mind? No, I only minded stopping. Hunter reached around to my front and dipped his right hand into the water to play with my pussy. His fingers gently parted my lips and stroked up and down, stopping just before he reached my clit. His left hand fondled my breasts, circling, cupping and gently rolling my nipples between his fingers.

  I shifted restlessly against him. “Are you teasing me?”

  He pushed his erection firmly against me and circled an arm around me tighter. “No more than you’re teasing me,” he whispered in my ear then swiped a tongue down my earlobe, ending at the base of my neck. “You came too quickly last time. Today we’re going to draw it out, torture you for a bit.”

  I let out a mixture of a moan and a mewling sound. Torture sounded, well…torturous. I wasn’t sure I liked the sound of it.

  “Please,” I begged. “Please, just…”

  “Just what?” Hunter asked. “Do this?” and he unceremoniously shoved a finger deep into me and used his other hand to pluck my clitoris. I nearly shot out of the water and would have had he not anchored my thighs with his wrists. He continued in this vein, and when I began to tighten around him with the beginnings of an orgasm, he removed his hands completely from my vagina and began to rub my shoulders instead.