My Little Massuese((Insanityenviesme & AngelicGrace))
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				Title: <strong>My Little Massuese((Insanityenviesme &amp; AngelicGrace))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>21-04-2010, 23:32:36</strong>
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				((Okay, so I am not sure how long I can honestly make this, but I will try my hardest. &gt;.&lt;))<br><br>Melanie Sanders stood there in front of the massage parlor dressed in the uniform they had asked her to wear. The uniform made her nervous about her position, despite the fact that it was not an inappropriate uniform. At least, it was not much of an inappropriate uniform. For some reason this particular Massage Parlor seemed to like the way a Chinese outfit would look on a girl's body. Apparently it was perfect for giving a massage as well as attracting the "more" part that they were famous for. She honestly didn't even know what this outfit was called, but it felt like it was made from silk or something and that was really just too much for her. She didn't own things so fancy, but they had told her when they hired her that she needed to look professional and attract customers with her body. The outfit came up to a little high on the thighs and Melanie continued to have this craving to pull it down over her legs more. She didn't understand how exactly this made her look professional because she just thought she looked like a provocative wanna be Chinese woman. <br><br>The thing was about this whole situation was the fact that she needed the damn money it could offer. She was barely making it through the college expenses and then her own living expenses as well. She had had a job before this and it had been helping quite a bit, but she had gotten laid off, so now she had no source of income anymore. That was really hard to deal with when she was a college student trying to make end's meat and it just wasn't working at the moment. She had known that she needed to make some kind of money, but she hadn't been sure how to go about it. There weren't many places that were going to take a college student and paid good money that she needed. So, she had been looking around for a job that paid good money and would work with her school schedule and this had been the only thing that had worked out. It was really sad that this had been the only thing that was going to work out because of the fact of what exactly the women had to do to get the good money. It was rather embarrassing that she was going to be working here, but what choice did she honestly have now? She didn't have any other choice if she wanted to stay in college and earn good money to keep herself there at this point. <br><br>The thing about Melanie was that she was a virgin. She wasn't some slutty college girl who went around having sex with all of the guys at her school. Though, honestly, most of them wanted the shy and innocent girl for their own pleasures. Her looks were what made a lot of the guys at school look at her with desire and she got chased a lot, but it never seemed to go to her head like it did with some girls. It just seemed as though she was as shy and innocent as she always had been and she wasn't sure if that was ever going to change, to be honest. But how many guys could resist a gorgeous girl like herself? She had beautiful long curly platinum blond hair that fell in beautiful pale curls down to the top of her pert round bottom. She had beautiful golden hazel eyes that made her look even more exotic since most natural blonds like herself tended to have blue or green eyes, but instead she had these gold colored eyes that made her look absolutely stunning in most lights. Her body, while it did not have the most luscious curves to it, was a very petite, but well curved body. Her stomach was flat and showed no signs of fat whatsoever. Her hips were curved out from a small waist and her skin was the most beautiful lightly golden color that suggested that her heritage was not fully American, but perhaps Italian or something along those lines. Her breasts were the size of large oranges and not much bigger than that and when they bare they revealed dusky rose nipples that were quite sensitive to the touch. And dressed in the pale pink and peach colored outfit, she looked like a very beautiful and enticing version of an American girl dressed in beautiful exotic Chinese clothes. The Chinese tight fitting dress was very tight fitting and though it went up to her neck, she looked like a very seductive and enticing vision. Though, she did not really think that she did. <br><br>Though, she thought that it was going to be now or never. If she didn't go inside now than she was never going to be able to do this kind of thing ever in her life and obviously that was not something that she wanted. She had a purse with her and she rummaged through it to get out a hair band to tie up her long hair so it did not bother any customers that she had. She made quick work of the unruly, but beautifully silky curled hair and she fixed it into a bun with only a few soft tendrils hanging down her front. She took a deep breath and walked into the Parlor. The whole entire place had a very calm and relaxing feel to it and she knew that since the first time that she walked inside. Though, most of the decorations were Chinese oriented with designs and pictures or paintings of things Chinese. There were little waterfall structured decorations. Those things that you could get at a Pharmacy with the rocks in them and it was electric and it looked very peaceful in there with the sounds of running water. The lights were dimmed and there were curtains up to keep the place looking dim and exotic as well as relaxing and soothing. She had never thought that a place that looked like this would honestly be such a...She really didn't know what the word was for a place like this. She looked to the front desk that was in front and she wasn't sure what to do, so she calmly walked over to it and hit the bell on the desk. She was glad that there were no customers in the waiting room that was right across from the front desk, the only thing separating them was a door to a hallway. <br><br>A girl who wasn't too much older than her came out of the door and she looked around to the front desk. "Oh, it is just you, Melanie. Come on back. By the way, didn't anyone give you a key to the back door?" she asked Melanie. The girl looked to be about in her early twenties and she had beautiful dark hair that was cropped around her jaw and framed her face perfectly. She had beautiful blue eyes that seemed to hold a lot of intelligence in them for someone her age and Melanie knew that her name was Ashley. This girl was dressed in a similar styled oriental dress as Melanie, but hers was blue and green instead of the lighter colors that Melanie's was. It seemed that their employer knew what colors would go with the girls skin tones and physical attributes to make them look beautiful and desirable. Ashley beckoned the shy little blond forward and they moved into the doorway and then past it. Ashley looked at her and smiled warmly. "I suppose you are quite nervous for your first day, right?" she asked softly. Though, it seemed like it was more of a statement than a question to Melanie. Melanie smiled weakly and shyly before answering. "Yes, well, I have never done something like this before, so I am not sure how good I will be at it." she said with a pink blush staining her golden cheeks. "We are all like that when most of first started working here, so don't worry about it so much. You are a gorgeous girl and I am sure that most of the customers will love you. So, just follow me and I will take you to your room that will be yours throughout the time that you work here. It is your room only and only you can serve customers in this room. Each girl has their own massaging room for their own customers and sometimes you will get regulars or customers that want to see you daily, so just be prepared for that as well." Ashley said as she walked down a dimly lit hallway and made a left before she stopped at a door that had her name on it. Melanie took a deep breath and looked at Ashley nervously. "There isn't anyone in there right now, is there?" she said with a bit of fear in her voice. Ashley just smiled and shook her head. "No, no one is in there yet, but seeing as it is only a couple of girls here right now, you are next for the next customer, dear. It will be alright. You took the classes that taught you about massaging, so you will be fine." Ashley said reassuringly. Melanie nodded and walked inside of the room and put down her purse. <br><br>The room looked very exotic and relaxing as well. It wasn't overly huge, but it wasn't small either. There was the bed like structure where she was supposed to massage her customers and there was even a very comfortable looking couch in the room as well. There was soothing music playing in the room and there really was only one light in the room and it made it have a very romantic and relaxing feel to it. She looked around the room more and saw that the oils that she would need or her customers would want were in the next adjoining room that actually had a shower and a tub for relaxation apparently. This place just continued to surprise Melanie. Though, she wasn't really sure what to do with herself while she waited for her first customer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Massuese((Insanityenviesme &amp; AngelicGrace))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>23-04-2010, 09:16:56</strong>
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				The dawn of the new day was as pleasant as the last, the soft, teasing tendrils of the reddish orange sun reaching inside what was obviously a bedroom though it boasted a Television, Couch, and a Verandah that overlooked the clear, peaceful and gorgeously blue ocean. The sound of the waves though pleasantly periodical and infinitely soothing last night was responsible for waking him up at this ungodly hour. A mat of rugged, short hair peeked out from under the silk covers that hid two lumps snuggled inside a majestic bed. It was made of mahogany with beautifully intricate carvings at its head most of which, sadly, were hidden by the mass of fluffy pillows that he and his company were resting their heads on. A face then appeared, one that suited his dark hair. It was handsome even in its current state of drowsiness. The eyes were a pleasant grey, though they held an alluring stare powerful enough to bore through skin and flesh, delving deep into your thoughts and waking up your most . His high cheekbones added a roguish tinge to his handsomeness. <br><br>His body wasn't far behind either. The careful attention, almost cruel attention that he forced on his body had made sure he was nothing short of a walking Greek God. He was blessed with powerful height and his six foot frame was not by any means lanky. His chest bulged provocatively through all of his shirts although he wasn't completely a mass of muscle. He was sinfully human, not a muscle monster. His torso was also master of a fine stomach. He was a genuine treat, almost as if he was created as a gift for all the women of the world. And as if he needed anything more to go his way, his body wasn't the only powerful weapon in his armory. His mind was sinful. Somehow it just knew how to seduce a woman, make her feel vulnerable, allow her to see that he was right there for her, riddle her with sumptuous pleasure and then finally break her into a million pieces with his body. Sebastian Grand was a Master at the art of seduction. No woman had ever been able to resist his powers. The body or the mind or both combined, either way women were helpless against his advances and that had placed a lasting scar in him.<br><br>His weapons were so powerful that even when he wasn't consciously using them women fell into his traps. And with the apparently easy prey available Love and Relationships were a laughable matter to him and with almost every single woman he met giving him the look over he had the luxury of even boycotting the tradition of a second date. Why bother with the same treat when a new one is right around the corner? Women were play toys to Sebastian Grand. And his prowess wasn't limited to the bed alone as he was one of the richest people on the coast. You can't have as rich a mansion as this was overlooking the sea that too if you weren't rolling in serious money. Although it wasn't entirely clear where the money came from although most of it was spent in leisurely pleasure seeking and one of his prize investments was a shady little massage parlor down on the beach just a bit of a climb from his house on the cliff. It wasn't exactly a massage parlor as much as an attraction for young, attractive and financially handicapped girls. His companion was another present of his thoroughly fulfilling investment. He got up off the bed and admired her naked frame for a second before he pulled on a clear white shirt over his chest, though he prevented the buttons from shielding his strong chest. He pulled some shorts up, white as well and slipped his dark glasses on and made his way down the cliff. Ashley had said his new girl would be arriving that day.<br><br>It had been a long time since Sebastian had been caught mesmerized by anything let alone something he had in plenty. The stunning twenty five year old only had to snap his fingers and practically any woman he wanted was his for however long he desired but she was different. Her body was as powerfully inviting as his but instead of it endowing her with the same confidence, she seemed afraid of it. She was woefully insecure and completely terrified of people admiring her body. Her naiveté simply enriched his desire for her, as though her body needed any assistance getting attention. She was a platinum blonde in every respect of the ungracious term. Her hair was rich and her eyes were mesmerizing orbs of bright hazel, a strange concoction of her hair and her skin which too was almost golden. She had seared his mind with desire such he had never felt. It was strange because when he scouted for women and his eyes fell on someone he liked, they were always drawn to her breasts or her ass, but with her Sebastian could hardly dare to look past her eyes and when he did, his courage was rewarded with her wonderfully round, perfectly developed breasts and an ass that would look so good even if she was wearing the loosest of clothes. She was a goddess and she had no inclination of how badly she had inflamed him. In fact, he believe she didn't even know he existed. Oh, but that would all change, he smiled as he stepped into the parlor.<br><br>His obsession with Chinese decorations was strewn all over the parlor, strange golden fountains spewing gently warm water, silken tapestries hung proudly from the walls hiding the rooms of each of his girls. That was something he had come up with. A room for each girl so that the regulars would be far more regular and he would also have the advantage of knowing exactly where they are should he choose to become a regular as well. And he was more than intending to become one of Melanie's regulars. Ashley nodded at him with a knowing smile pointing at the third curtain. Sebastian nodded back. He didn't know how he could survive without her. So far she was his only second date and he was wondering if he should give her a third as well. She was such a lovely seductress.<br><br>He strode inside, allowing his magnificent structure to be framed against the curtains as he looked at Melanie with quiet appreciation. He knew choosing a Chinese theme would be effective in several ways and he was looking at one of them right now as for the first time, Melanie's eyes failed to enchant him as much as her body, which shook with nervousness as he strode inside. "Ashley said I was your first customer", he spoke, his voice as silken as the tapestries, "And I guess you're bound to be completely nervous", he added with a soft grin, "I was too when I first came here. I was scared senseless that the people of the establishment would think of me as a perverted little freak. But they've been so professional and I owe it to the to keep myself professional too.", he said trying to ease her into her job, his soft voice lending a calm, coaxing effect to his words, "Should you still feel uncomfortable I can always find another masseuse, although I would gladly pay your tip. Simply being in your beautiful presence merits a tip, my dear", he said as he walked up to her and kissed her hand softly. "So, what will it be, Melanie?", he asked using her first name to instill a sense of comfort between them<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Massuese((Insanityenviesme &amp; AngelicGrace))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>24-04-2010, 23:53:47</strong>
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				In all honesty, Melanie was quite nervous at the moment. How could she not be in this kind of situation? Perhaps if she was an experienced seductress like some of the girls here than she might be better off, but she was still a virgin. Not to mention just how young she really was, which was only about 18. It was her first year in college and that was why she was struggling so much right now to pay the bills she needed to. It was not as if she came from a family with money, but they weren't exactly poor either. But they certainly didn't have so much money that they could send their daughter the kind of money she needed. It was certainly not like Melanie was into any bad habits like drugs or alcohol because she definitely was not that type of girl, so that was not something that was a concern. If anything, in High School, she had been considered the hottest good girl in the entire school and it had been hard to deal with the kind of attention she had gotten there. Now, if anything, college guys were worse. She didn't even go to the parties that her friends wanted her to for fear of getting raped or slipped something in her drink to make her comply with what the college guys had in mind. It was hard for her to even wear a dress at school because most of the guys would look her as though they were completely undressing her in their mind. To Melanie, it felt much worse than it had in High School because high school boys were not overly bold most of the time, but college guys certainly were. And what better than to go after one of the most gorgeous blondes on campus? Of course, the fact that she didn't live on campus did help some, but it also made things tighter for her money wise. <br><br>Melanie did not honestly know why she was waiting to have sex because she knew that if she fell in love than she was going to want to make love with the person, so waiting for marriage wasn't something that was in her mind, really. She just didn't want to have sex with some stupid fraut boy and then have him spread it all across school the next day that she was a slut. She knew that there were a lot of girls on campus who put out and she didn't really think it was necessary for her to put out. Melanie had always known that people thought of her as quite the beauty, but she had never really played it up that much. She rarely wore make up, but a lot of people told her that she looked like she had it on most of the time. A lot of her friends told her to not put on make up because they were afraid that all of their boyfriends or dates were going to smother her with attention if she played up her appearance. And indeed, at graduation and Prom things had been hard for her and her friends because Melanie had decided to put make up on those occasions and the change in her appearance was stunning. She was gorgeous without the make up and when she put it on, most people were gawking at her and it hadn't helped that a couple of friendships had been ruined due to boyfriends trying to hit on her. Some of her friends had believed their boyfriends that Melanie had put the moves on them, but Melanie had never even kissed a boy, so how was it possible that she would even put the moves on her friends boyfriends? It didn't really make sense, but it proved who her true friends were. <br><br>Of course, with her thoughts so emerged in her mind, Melanie did not notice the tall, dark and handsome man who walked into her room. The only way that she was even aware of his presence was his voice speaking to her. She had had her back to him and her hazel golden eyes widened slightly at the voice that spoke to her and she felt a slight nervous shudder wrack her small body before she turned to look at the man. Melanie almost groaned in frustration, but she swallowed the noise that wanted to sound from her lush full pink lips. It would just figure that she would get a darkly handsome man like himself, wouldn't it? His words surprised her though because she did not know how he even knew that this was her first time with all of this or, weirdly enough, how he knew her name. If she were the paranoid type of person than she might believe she had a stalker of sorts, but this tall and darkly handsome man did not seem to need any reason to stalk a beautiful girl. At least, to Melanie it seemed that way, but what did she honestly know?<br><br>Melanie knew that she was going to be nervous, but she felt like her soft hands were starting to sweat. She had never even see a real man's body before and here standing before was quite the epitomy of a perfect man's body. It was quite ironic, but she wasn't sure that she was ready for it, was she? Her brows furrowed in thought for a long moment and she scolded herself inside her head. She needed the money it would bring and if she didn't and just walked away from this today than she would not make it through college. That was not something that she wanted and she was not a wuss. So, she looked at him and though the smile curving her full lips was a bit weak and seemed nervous, it still made her look beautiful. "Thank you for your concern, Sir, but I do not think you will need another masseuse today. It might be my first time and everything, but I am sure I can do it. Would you like to go through that bathroom and change out of your clothes while I get the oils ready?" she asked softly. While Melanie wanted to question this man and how he knew her name, she did not think that it was a good idea to question a customer, so she just let it go for now and would ask Ashley about it later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Massuese((Insanityenviesme &amp; AngelicGrace))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 06:31:08</strong>
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				Sebastian was a cruel mixture indeed. He was built like a Greek God, with a face that had the power to be so reassuring that people would want to hear that something bad had happened just so they could be victims of his sharp, comforting gray eyes. He had the makings of a perfect romantic. His sense of fashion was impeccable, he was the definition of a Gentleman and of course as far as the extrapolation of the romance into far more dangerous and exponentially pleasurable territories goes, he was very well equipped in bed as well. However, nothing as perfect is ever perfect. But it wasn't entirely his fault.<br><br>Sebastian was raised in the power hungry world that had built itself around his Father's company. Originally he had blamed his father for the lack of his childhood. But then as he grew up, he came to understand that there really was no one to blame for all the times he had woken up and wanted to feel his Dad's hand ruffling his hair. He knew that his Father had only thought he was doing what was best for him when he stayed late at the Office every time he promised to take him to the Movies. And every time Sebastian's eyes would light up, his father was so powerfully persuasive. He would believe him every time his father promised it would just be the two of them that night and every time some "unforeseen circumstance" would rear its ugly mug to lock the poor boy in his room and cry into his pillow. But the years of rejection by his father did serve a purpose. Though devoid of the basic affection a son should have from his father, he got something else in return.<br><br>As he grew up, so did his curiosity and little Sebastian set about to understand why his Father refused to, well, be his father. The Truth was bitter, but quick and simple. His father sought the love of his babysitters and the maids in the house rather than the company of his son and from the screams he could hear from his Father's room, he surmised that they enjoyed his company just as much, even if they weren't supposed to. At that moment he realized that everything his Father had told him was a lie. He realized that there was not such thing as love, for if there was he would've been the one screaming over baseball gloves, or a new bicycle not the maids. There was only convenience and those powerful enough to persuade the non conveniences. And as loathsome as it was, Sebastian had modeled himself on his father. Cold, Calculating, Manipulative, Suave and all those paled to how Seductive he could be. Maybe his father had unwittingly given him something better than his worthless love. Sebastian now understood the workings of the world and he knew how to work with it as well to make sure he got all he wanted.<br><br>And that was why he was staring at Melanie, gauging her reactions, wondering if his assumptions were being confirmed or would she defy them. But the game had just started and any confirmation she would give him would certainly not be useful. So instead of forcing her to give him some ground, he decided to gain some ground of his own. Maybe it could help her relax and even the most naive Seducer knew a relaxed woman was a far easier target. <br><br>"Oh, Please don't be alarmed that I know your name", he called from the bathroom as he took off his shirt. He hadn't exactly closed to door so his body was perfectly visible. His torso powerful, perfect. His chest godly and his stomach flat and hard as a rock. He slid the towel seductively low around his waist so that he was revealing so much he was flirting with both her and the legalities of nudity laid down by the law. "I saw your name on the register. Even if it is professional, I'd rather get to know the person who's, well..", he said gesturing as though he wasn't comfortable with saying it out loud and hoping she would understand what he meant, "I feel a little more comfortable if I got to know my masseuse. Of course, that is only my preference. I know that I am a total stranger and it is more than advisable not to talk to me, but I hope you'd give me a chance.", he said with a soft smile, nothing too extravagant though it held the charm and lure of a trained lover. "So How do you want me?", he asked looking straight at her eyes, his own assuming a far more sinful expression, a palpable innuendo.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Massuese((Insanityenviesme &amp; AngelicGrace))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Obsidian Isolabella</strong> on <strong>30-04-2010, 22:20:49</strong>
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				((Not sure that this is going to be too long. Not too sure what to say, to be honest. &gt;.&lt;))<br><br>Melanie didn't bother to ogle the beautiful gentlemen as he made his way into the bathroom to change. She busied herself with the warming of the oils. It was obvious that the young girl was quite the professional when it came to jobs and she didn't know how that was going to work with this job, but she had to try for a while to remain a virgin. She honestly didn't know if even this customer was going to allow her to keep her virginity, but she had to try. She didn't even know how to give a blow job, but didn't some guys like that kind of innocence? At least, she was honestly hoping that was the case. She didn't really know from experience. She didn't even know why the manager had hired her, but she thought it might have to do with the fact that she was easily one of the most ethereal beauties in the world. She really thought that that might have something to do with why she was hired when she had specifically made it clear that she was a virgin with no real experience with the male sex. So when she had gotten that call that she got the job? She had been utterly shocked to her core. It was surprising because she didn't even know why they would think that she would be good at this except for maybe giving massages. She was still baffled at it, to be honest, but that was their choice.<br><br>Melanie was still warming the oils and making sure everything was ready for her first client when he came out of the bathroom and was just draped in a towel. She didn't turn around at his voice or him walking into the room because she was making sure that everything was perfect as she normally did with everything. So, when she turned to tell him where she wanted him, she was shocked to see this absolutely perfect male body. Now, she really hadn't seen many male bodies at all, but she knew that his most definitely had to be the best that she had ever seen before. This man certainly knew he was a beautiful specimen of masculinity and all Melanie could think for a moment was how she wondered what it was like to be with a man like that. But she shook the uncharacteristic thoughts from her mind and smiled politely and warmly at the man. She realized just then that he had asked her where she wanted him. <strong>"Well, why don't you lay down on your stomach on the bed and we will start there, okay?"</strong> she said politely. It was definitely obvious that she could remain quite professional without so much as a sweat around him. <br><br>Most of her life she had had men coming after her in every which way. She had even remembered some of her friends fathers wanting to come after and seduce the beautiful little petite platinum blond into their bed. It had made things uncomfortable for her growing up when she was shy and nervous around most males. Though somehow in this situation she should have been squirming and jumping at everything, but she was managing to keep her calm around the very handsome man who looked like some kind of Greek god. It was not hard to focus too much at the moment because of how much experience she had evading most men. But she didn't really think this man was flirting with her so badly at all. It seemed more like he was being polite and courteous to her since she was new. She was sure that most of the men that came here came there regularly, so she just brushed it off as a normal customer behavior. <br><br>Melanie walked over to the oils that seemed a bit differently and even she could see herself totally becoming intoxicated by the sweet and strong smells of the oils. They obviously knew what they were doing here and she definitely had to give that to them.&nbsp; She waited for the man to get onto the bed on his stomach so that she could start massaging his back and hopefully make it through this without having to perform anything sexual. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: My Little Massuese((Insanityenviesme &amp; AngelicGrace))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insanityenviesme</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 06:08:13</strong>
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				Sean was quite surprised at how powerful the scent around the room was becoming. Ashley had informed him that Melanie was unaccustomed to the sensually artful practices of massaging. Either Ashley had lied, which could hardly be doubted because she loved her punishments or Melanie was a natural. Sean smiled at the invite and climbed atop the padded table and rested on his stomach, freeing the towel so that it simply rested on his body. On the table the pleasant myriad of aromas was threatening to take over his olfactory senses, but he held firm. His purpose was not merely a massage nor even the eventual extra comforts that he had demanded the place offer, for his own pleasure more than for business. He tilted his head up and looked at Melanie and her slender, young, hips and wonderfully rounded breasts fell in the line of his gaze and hold the enchanting aroma had over him lessened as another equally powerful hold took him, this one though he gladly allowed.<br><br>She seemed far more confident than he had supposed. The revealing of his body, his powerful torso in the carefully decorated parlors to exude romance from every brick had never quite failed to draw an exaggerated reaction from almost all of his women. Ashley had instantly thrown herself on him and she was normally an insufferable tease. But Melanie seemed to be almost nonplussed at his body. It was odd because he had supposed her virginity would have served as more of an asset than a liability. There was only so much a teenage woman, especially one as sinfully decorated as Melanie was could endure before wishing to be drowned in every sexual pleasure known and unknown. But there she stood, waiting atop his body without any strange motions or gasps or squeaks. "Okay, I'm ready!", he said pleasantly and placed his head back on the padding, making himself comfortable.&nbsp; Perhaps though she was still virgin, she wasn't exactly blissfully ignorant which when reasoned could be true. Any man who did not find himself excited at Melanie's body lacked feeling in his package. Perhaps she was used to Men and their heinous desires. Whatever the case, Sean's path had gotten a little more rougher and he needed to tread carefully. He did not want Melanie to become scared or uneasy in the wrong way. But the minute the massage began, all intentions of keeping her comfortable around him venished in a puff of smoke!<br><br>The massage was powerfully soothing as her hands swept across his skin. First the oils were applied, rather generously, their cold touch causing his skin to ripple and when her hands guided their path across his skin the ripples became volcanoes of pleasure. The delicious aroma spinning the room was also adding to his pleasure and soon he found himself growing far more fond of his little find than he thought was possible. Her touch was silken smooth. No one would ever believe she was inexperienced. Her hands knew when to press, where to slide and how to tease a man's body insane, making him wonder if it was all deliberate. Perhaps she just wanted to do a good job on her first customer? But that was becoming extremely dangerous as every one of her gentle caresses of his skin was turning him on and soon it was all he could do to stop himself from jumping her.&nbsp; <br><br>He stopped the erotic assault on his body deciding it was time to clarify his doubts. He highly doubted if she was sexually interested in him but seeing as she had nowhere to go right now, she couldn't exactly turn him down could she. The Parlor was a private organization and the masseuses were hired at the own risk. The contracts were inked with their full understanding that massaging might not be the only service they would be required to perform. He leaned up off the table and got off, his body dangerously close to hers. He allowed his hands to just dance around her thighs as he looked into her eyes, his own betraying his intentions readily. <br><br>"So Melanie", he said his voice husky and low, "What brought you into this cute, shady little massage parlor?", he moved into her, this time his hands slightly more persuasive against her thighs. "I'd imagine you wouldn't have any problems finding a man who you could massage to your heart's content. You are an extremely beautiful girl and I would hazard to guess that the only reason you have signed up is because of the money?", he ventured softly, "College tuition perhaps?", he asked as he pressed his body against hers, his hands now wrapped around her slender yet sexy waist accentuated admirable by her attire. "Perhaps we can help each out", he ventured as he slid his head under her neck and introduced his lips to her skin, almost suckling on her. He swiveled on her and pressed her back against the massage table, her legs dangling over the edge as his lips found hers and forced themselves into her mouth as his hands reached up to caress her soft, bountiful breasts. <br>
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