"Thank you Tarik," she said, her voice nearly a husky purr as he started to kneed her flesh. With a small smile she added softly, "Don't be afraid to push, I look delicate but I promise not to break and some of the knots I get are tough to work out. I'm used to a bit of rough handling," she added before letting her eyes fall closed and leaving her body in his hands.<br/><br/>His touch seemed skilled but slightly uncertain and she wondered how often he actually got the chance to do this. No doubt he was used to hanging around groupies looking to sleep with him just to be able to say they had fucked a celebrity (yes she'd recognized him) but she wasn't like that. Granted she would likely be having sex with him but he was the client, their time would be about him and he had said he wanted to massage her. Only a fool would turn down that offer! If it worked up to sex that would be wonderful but she would never speak a word of it.<br/><br/>That was part of the point of the masks, it was a symbol that the staff here was discreet and would keep their clients secrets. If they could fulfill their clients fantasies they did. If he just wanted to work on her body and talk she would oblige him, if he wanted sex as well, she would oblige him there too and ensure that both of them were satisfied.<br/><br/>"So Tarik, how did you find our little corner of Sin City?"