“Lose the dress and get on the table. I’ll be back in three minutes. Anything I see when I come back in is your responsibility. Your time starts when I return.” The door closed behind him, enforcing a physical punctuation as if his curt tone was somehow inadequate.

Sally had invited Lucy to come along with a pair of tickets she had won to this resort. Normally this would have had a days long bullying routine attached to it, but Lucy had tired to play her cool and accept the invitation nonchalantly as soon as she had heard it was a spa resort. The timing could not have been better, Lucy had managed to twinge her back after being cooped up in her favorite chair for too long a couple of days prior. After coming to know just how many ways she could trigger that pain by moving even the slightest bit in the wrong manner, all she wanted was relief, even at the cost of owing Sally anything she wanted.

The room was dimly lit, with red screens over the lamps shifting the hue of the environment. A single window framed in rich curtains allowed only a sliver of moonlight in and a mere glimpse of the sea outward from its perch on the 13th floor. Lucy stood in the center of the room next to the massage table, complete with a headrest with a cutout for the face. Any other day Lucy’s mind would be racing with suspicious activities this could be used for but this was not the time. In the back corner next to the window was a changing screen and a locker, where Lucy began to disrobe and store her things, wincing in pain when she moved incorrectly, before equipping the provided bath towel.

“Ahh, Ahh, yes, come on harder! I want to feel you in my lungs~”

As she made her way to the table, passing a dresser with a sound system for ambiance, a rhythmic beat and familiar moans made their presence known. “Really? We’ve been here 20 minutes and she’s alre-ooowww” Voicing her incredulity, another spasm in Lucy’s back brought that complaint to a screeching halt and she instead prioritized taking her place on the table. She had just confirmed her towel was properly hiding her assets when the door opened and the young man returned, tray in hand with various bottles and items on board.

Pausing in the doorway, his eyes cast their disdain toward the source of the noise next door. “Just so you know, that’ll be extra if you’re interested in that particular service. My apologies for not starting the music before I left, I had thought my colleague could show some restraint for but even a moment.”

“No, it’s fine, I know the feeling…” Lucy extended her condolences, looking his way and turning scarlet from the neck up. Somehow, in his journey to retrieve his implements, the young man had managed to lose his shirt.

Thankfully his attention was elsewhere as he carried his items over to the desk with the speaker, as Lucy’s focus was stolen by what she was taking in. His slacks set just below his hips in an intentionally loose appearing fit, as if to dare a customer to wonder what lay beyond the slender waist on display. As he arranged things Lucy took in just how broad his shoulders were, how his chest seemed almost sculpted from stone, and the years of experience visible in the musculature of his arms. Most of all, his neck and collarbones, on closer inspection… Wait, he had said something.

“-- is Luke, and welcome to my domain…..Miss, I can’t get started unless you actually lay down.” The smile on his face did not match the dead look in his eyes. His routine was clearly practiced, but his attitude toward being looked at like an object like that was something he was incapable of hiding. It was all the same to him, he’d just make sure this girl came to appreciate the skills he had worked to master over the years.

Her vices having been exposed, she complied without a word. She heard him take a step closer to the table when the next blow to her mental state came in the form of his cologne. She would not learn until shopping on her own later for research that it was sandalwood, but for now it set her mind astir. The popping sound of a bottle being opened, and hands rubbing together graced Lucy’s ears. Clarity returned as soon as that pair of hands took hold of her back, and a gasp escaped her mouth.

“If you tense up on me this is just going to hurt. Breathe. We start slow, and work our way up. If anything gets too intense just let me know.” First timers were such a chore to deal with. They were easy enough to please but also had no idea of their preferences or any ability to recognize skill. Luke returned to work, softly working his hands in an outwardly rotating motion while moving up her back. She was still breathing abnormally, and reacting to the slightest touch but no indication to stop came. It was just a preliminary backrub, while palpating for any muscular knots or ticklish spots to keep in mind. After the first pass, getting a light coating of oil on her, he changed his grip to focus on a finger technique to press a bit deeper. Once he reached her lower back again doing this he found his first knot, and as he started to see how tight it was--

“AH! OWW”

Luke stopped immediately, posing a question “Oi, you didn’t sign up for this course with an injury, did you?”

“...Yes, but isn’t that the point, that this is supposed to help? I don’t know what I did but my back has been acting up for a couple of days, and I just want it to stop.” Lucy explained.

“In that case I’m not sorry about that, you should have told me from the start. That’s fine though, you just need a change of plan. We bill by time anyway, and everything I need is in this room. Is that the only spot though? You’re not keeping anything else from me that I need to know?” Luke pressed, making no effort to hide his displeasure.

“No, that’s it.”

“Very well. I have something else, we’re going to start with a bit of heat on that spot, and some slow stretches. Just bear with me, it’ll get better as it goes on.” Luke made his way toward the speaker cabinet to retrieve something, and once more took his place at Lucy’s side.

The sensation of his fingers on her back raced to Lucy’s brain once more. At first, she was shocked by the warmth coming from his hands, and how easily she could feel his strength pressing into her compared to how she would touch herself. It was a completely different experience. Thinking about it, the idea that she was quite literally served up on a platter for this man with only a towel separating them made Lucy grateful that her face was hidden now. That twinge of pain aside, she could feel herself getting hot as he explored her body, even in the confines of a professional sense.

This time, his hands actually contracted around the area that was bothering her, and was held for a time before he released. This repeated from a few angles, until he warned her that he would next do the opposite. Lucy’s breath escaped her in another gasp, followed with an unintentional moan as he slowly massaged that spot out. To say it felt amazing would be an understatement, this man was some kind of magician with his hands in Lucy’s mind to be able to make that area react with anything other than pain. His routine continued, as Lucy’s breath grew heavier as she wanted to lean into the pressure he was applying. She came to appreciate how large his hands were, being able to reach across so much of her at once was yet another thing she had never considered in her fantasies.

“I see you’re starting to relax. Is this better now? Does it not hurt when I do this anymore? If so I’ll get the rest of you” Calling out with a hint of pride in his voice, Luke was glad she couldn’t see the smug expression on his face.

“No, it still kinda… hurts a little bit but its… in a nice way now, like its working loose. You can keep going.” she answered.

Changing his position, his hands came up to Lucy’s neck as he continued his routine. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to let someone take hold of, press into, and explore her body. Hot showers were nothing compared to the warmth of Luke’s hands, and the minor grunts and exhalations he kept under his breath as he set to work.

His attitude aside, Lucy got lost in the idea that this hunk of a specimen was all hers for who knows how much longer. The mere thought made her heart race as her senses and thoughts became filled with him. She began to savor how his fingers would brush her side has he rubbed her back, almost wishing he would reach under the table. She wished he would lean in closer so she could know what his breath felt like on the back of her neck. If only he would test the boundaries of the towel and reach just a bit lower…

Just as she thought so, he actually did it, though not in so many words. Having worked through her upper body, Luke adjusted his position and moved along the table as Lucy breathed heavily in ecstasy. Unless it was specifically requested or paid for, the towel represented a no-fly zone from the lower back to the higher thigh. Lucy had worn hers covering down to her knees, and as he moved down he actually pulled the towel up to its standard position. The mental damage this caused Lucy was immeasurable. Luke moved on to legwork, unknowingly being the first to ever brave yet another new frontier of Lucy’s, though even he was growing to appreciate how openly she reacted to his moves.

Time passed as more and more of herself was being surrendered in the throes of this exchange. She was convinced his hands could find ways to bring pleasure to Lucy that even she wasn’t aware of. With the heat of the moment fogging her mind, she wanted to imagine different scenarios of how they ended up here. The press on the sole of her foot, the grasp of a calf, soft moans escaping her mouth as new wonders were brought to her attention. She was wet with more than oil and sweat from the heat of his body, as he finally began to work her thighs.

She arched her back in gratitude as he did not limit his technique and reached for her inner thigh, coming closer and closer to the towel that she wished would just disappear. It was fine, he was too good. She felt like she was ready. She had to know what it would be like to let him feel her front as well, and maybe even—

A scream of pleasure passed her lips as she began to quiver lightly in his hands. He was still perhaps two inches away from the southern no fly zone, but clearly his work was done. He changed position yet again, giving Lucy’s back a light scratch as she caught her breath. It was at this moment the door to their suite opened.

Lucy looked up, her face flush and breathing heavily from her mouth, as she saw Sally in nothing but a towel, her pale skin shining through a haze of the smoke of candles.

“NO WAY, YOU DIDN’T! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!” Sally was beside herself, sporting the biggest D face known to man. Her poor towel was just barely succeeding at the herculean task of keeping her covered.

While it would be an experience Lucy would certainly never live down, it did provide plenty of food for thought for her future sessions at home. Sally never did ask for anything in return for the trip, having been satisfied with the loaded gun Lucy handed her of being brought to climax from a simple massage.

Luke wrapped up his day with an abnormally large tip from the short, white haired girl who refused to look him in the eye, and the satisfaction that yet another customer had come to appreciate his talents. Truly, his idiocy knew no bounds, as an army of contracted followers of hers would have committed unspeakable atrocities for the chance to live out that fantasy.