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  Happy Endings

  By Amelia Moore

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright Amelia Moore 2013

  Cade tapped his fingers on the table. He looked down at the empty glass of beer in front of him and started to reach for the full one a few inches away but stopped short. Pulling his hand back, he ran it through his medium length, dark hair barely noticing feeling a layer of sweat on the back of his neck. Craning his head he scanned the faces of the other patrons in the dimly lit bar.

  At the far end of the room the front door opened letting in a cool blast of air. Through the door walked a man who was the mirror image of Cade, except he had a high and tight crew cut and wore a pressed, black business suit instead of Cade’s blue jeans and sweat shirt. He looked around the room and gave Cade a nod. A few moments later he slid into the seat across from Cade, who started talking before his guest’s butt hit the cushion. “Thank God you’re here, Kevin. Thanks for coming,” he said, shaking with excitement.

  “You don’t have to thank me or God. I guess you can thank the phone company if you want. You know I would have come because you’re my brother, but to be honest, after hearing your rambling message on my voice mail I came more out of curiosity than anything. So now that I’m here, what’s up?” Kevin asked as he reached for the full glass of beer.

  “I had sex with one of my clients today.”

  Kevin spit out his beer, causing several people to stare at him. He sat his glass down and said, “I knew it. When you became a masseuse…”

  “Massage therapist,” Cade quickly him corrected.

  “Anyway, I knew it was only a matter of time before you fucked a client. You can lose your license over this. Maybe even go to jail.”

  “You don’t lose your license for being unethical, only for being illegal, and it’s only illegal if they pay you for sex.”

  Kevin closed his eyes and pressed his fingers on his temples and said, “Then I guess I should just be happy she didn’t pay you, but I still say you’re dancing in a minefield.” After opening his eyes again, Kevin looked at his brother and found him grinning sheepishly. Raising his voice Kevin said, “She didn’t pay you for sex, right?”

  Darting his head around and using his hands to motion for Kevin to lower his voice Cade said, “Shhhhh. It’s not like that, but keep it down.”

  Speaking just above a whisper Kevin said, “Well, did she pay you for sex? Yes or no?”

  After a long pause Cade said, “Not explicitly, no.”

  Kevin threw his hands in the air and glared at his brother. “But technically, yes?”

  “Technically there was no verbal agreement.”

  “Why don’t you just tell me what happened so I can figure out what the hell you’re talking about? It’s obvious you called me here because you’re going to explode if you don’t tell someone. So go on. Get it out of your system. Start with how you met this person so I can get an idea of how shady the whole thing is.”

  Cade slapped both hands flat on the table and leaned forward grinning. “I met her a few months ago when I was working my side job for that chiropractor giving chair massages at health fairs and big corporate offices.”

  Kevin took a drink of his beer, sat the glass back down and then said in an unamused tone, “Right. You give free massages so that after you’re done your boss can convince everyone they needed thousands of dollars’ worth of adjustments.”

  “Hey, most people do need thousands of dollars’ worth of adjustments, and everyone needs a free back rub. But anyway, we were at this big oil company and this smoking hot MILF walked up to my chair. She must have been in her early forties, but her body was timeless; long dark hair, toned thighs, voluptuous breasts, and hazel eyes you could get lost in. I gave her an extra-long massage because I didn’t want to stop touching her. Afterwards I started to give her the whole chiropractic song and dance, but she said she already had a chiropractor. The conversation should have ended right there, but about that time the doctor got called away or went to the bathroom or something. So I just started bullshitting with her, and she asked me if I did house calls.”

  “Last time I checked you didn’t to house calls because it’s too much hassle.”

  “It’s not a hassle. It’s a gigantic pain in the ass. But when a woman like that asks you for anything you give it to her. So I gave her my card. For the whole next week my heart skipped a beat every time my phone rang. I had just about given up on ever hearing from her when I got the call at like eleven at night.”

  Kevin interrupted, “Now, you said she never verbally propositioned you, but did she say anything over the phone that could be construed that way? You know the government records everything. That phone call could be used against you in court.”

  Cade raised an eyebrow and waved a hand dismissively. “You need to stop listening to those conspiracy shows. And no, she didn’t mention anything about happy endings. She was being really flirty though, which I did think was odd, because…”

  “Because she’s way out of your league,” Kevin said jokingly.

  “Whoa, hold on. She might be out of my league financially, but let’s be fair. I’ve had straight men tell me I’m attractive. And massage therapists have an undeniable sexual mystique. Women pay me to let me rub my hands all over their naked body. They let their guard down, give me power over them and allow me to pleasure them in ways the man in their life can’t. Sure, when girls come into my office we all act professional and pretends nothing erotic is happening, but deep down inside everyone fantasize about it. Don’t get me wrong. Massages have serious legitimate health benefits, but that’s just icing on the cake.”

  Kevin faked a yawn and said, “Now you’re just stroking your dick and not getting to the point.”

  “It’s not about me. It’s just human nature. The point is, it’s not so unbelievable that this girl would flirt with me.”

  “If you say so. Now get to the part of the story where you break the law.”

  “So I showed up at her house a couple of days later, and the place looked like the frickin White House. We’re talking serious old money. It was pretty intimidating. When I rang the doorbell she opened it wearing a cashmere robe that probably cost as much as my massage table, which I didn’t have to bring because she already had one. She had a whole massage room in her house. Who does that? It was like she had completely run out of things to spend money on. So she decked out a room in her mansion for massages.”

  “Did you ever think that if she has a room in her house dedicated to massages, and she fucked you then you might have been the hundredth massage therapist she did that with?

  Without hesitating Cade said, “I’m pretty sure it was the first time she’s done this.”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “She said she’d just had the room furnished, and we didn’t have sex the first time I went over there. I’ve been seeing her every two weeks for the past couple months.”

  “Two months? I’m surprised you never told me.”

  “I would have if you ever called.”

  “Ouch.” After a contemplative pause Kevin said, “You got a point. I think I owe you a beer.”

  Kevin got up and went to the bar. A few minutes later he returned to the table with a pitcher and filled Cade’s glass before sitting down. After settling back into his seat he raised his own half empty glass and toasted, “To sticking together.”

  “To brothers,” Cade said. After taking a long pull from the glass he continued, “As I was saying, nothing happened at our first session. Well, that’s not completely true. See, I’m actually always paranoid about clients thinking I’m getting frisky and being inappropriate. So I never work their butt unless they specifically ask. As much as I wanted to spend the whole h
our and half worshipping her ass I was in full-on professional mode and didn’t go anywhere near there. I didn’t even work as far up her thighs as I normally would because I didn’t want to risk losing her as a client. But when I got done she asked me why I skipped her butt. She seemed really disappointed. So I told her why, and she said next time I’d have to pay extra attention to that area.”

  “You keep calling this girl ‘her.’ What’s her name?”

  “Alexis Hollingsworth. Doesn’t she just sound rich?”

  Kevin spit out another mouthful of beer.

  “You fucked Alexis Hollingsworth?”

  “You know who she is? Did I fuck a celebrity?”

  “That big corporate building you met her at, was it called LGH?”

  “Uhhhh. Yeah, I think it was,” Cade said with a shrug.

  “You’re a dead man. The ‘H’ in LGH is Hollingsworth. Her husband owns the fucking company. That guy could buy a country in Eastern Europe if he wanted to. He could make you disappear easier than ordering a pizza.”

  Cade stared at the ceiling blankly, “She never said she was married, and I never saw a wedding ring. Shit. I don’t want to be a home wrecker… or dead. But we’ll worry about that after I finish the story.”

  “You have my attention,” Kevin said, folding his hands together.

  “So every week I’d drive out to Fancy Land and gave Alexis a massage. She liked to talk during our sessions, which is fairly normal. It’s hard not to make a connection with someone when they’ve had their hands all over your. Plus, a lot of people talk as a way of coping with the fact that a stranger is touching their naked body. So I didn’t think much of it when Alexis and I started to develop a friendship of sorts. She’d tell me stories about going to Switzerland and countries I’ve never even heard of; never mentioned a husband though. Eventually we got really comfortable around each other, and she started talking about sex. She was pretty open and could get a little vulgar.”

  “Cade, this isn’t your first rodeo. You know girls only talk about sex to guys they want to have sex with.”

  “Eh, normally I would have taken it as a sign, but I never believed I actually had a chance with her. There was the professional barrier between us, the age difference, the financial gap. Plus, it was obvious she didn’t really have anyone else to confide in. So I figured she was just getting chatty with the help and probably said the same things to her hair stylist.”

  “So how’d you wind up going from talking about sex to having it?”

  “To understand exactly how that happened you need to understand that I do a lot of my massage routine with my eyes closed, usually so I can focus on the muscles, but when I had Alexis laying on her back I always kept my eyes closed to keep me from staring at her body in case she noticed. That’s what I was doing this morning when I was working on the front of her thighs. I was really in the zone, rubbing those amazing legs, and kind of fantasizing about her when I accidentally moved my hand up too far under the sheet…” Cade paused and took a drink of his beer, trying to figure out how to say what came next. “… so far under the sheet that my finger slipped into her pussy.”

  “Whoa! Does that happen a lot in massages?”

  “No! I don’t even know how it happened that time. Although it probably didn’t hurt that she had a Brazilian wax, and her pussy was already dripping wet.”

  “Dripping wet, huh? That definitely means something. So what did she do? What did you do?”

  “I froze like a deer in a headlight… with my finger still inside of her. I stood there motionless waiting for her to scream and go call the cops, but she didn’t. She just let out this long moan. At that point I figured if I left she would feel jilted, unfulfilled, embarrassed, angry or all of the above. And Hell hath no fury like a rich woman’s wrath. So I decided the best thing I could do was just run with it.”

  “Even though that would make you a prostitute?”

  “No, because she hadn’t paid me for that session. And like I was saying earlier, I can legally fuck a client as long as they don’t pay me. So I figured I’d just finger her and leave without accepting payment and be glad not getting paid was the worst that happened. Though, frankly, I would have gladly paid more than the cost of a massage just to see her naked.”

  “But obviously you didn’t just see her naked.”

  Cade let out a heavy laugh while shaking his head and said, “Noooo. Not even close. When I came out of my daze I slid my finger the rest of the way in, and she was really warm. I remember that distinctly. I worked my finger in and out slowly and rhythmically trying to make it feel as sensual and confident as possible. After a few strokes I slid my finger out and used my whole hand to make long, full strokes across the length of her pussy lips. Mind you, she still had the sheet on over her. So I was doing all of this by touch. I still had my eyes closed anyway, because the idea of making eye contact with her horrified me. After that… well, you don’t want to know all the sordid details, do you?”

  Kevin shrugged his shoulders and said, “You got me here. Finish the story, and be graphic. I want to know exactly what you’ll be going to jail or dying for.”

  After taking a deep breath Cade said, “Okay. Here it goes. Since I was at an awkward angle reaching over her from the side I walked to the end of the table running my hand down her leg. When I got to her feet I grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her towards me until her legs were dangling over the edge. Then I ran my hands back up the insides of her thighs to pussy. She was so wet. I used both thumbs to caress up and down the length of her lips softly. After doing that for a while I did the same thing with my palms so I could caress her inner thighs at the same time. She was moaning the whole time. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced. It made my dick so hard it hurt. At that point I’d completely forgotten that there was anything to worry about and just lost myself in the movements and the feeling of her body. I slid my hands back down the length of her thighs and massaged them sensually, teasing her by working my way back towards her pussy and grazing it before slipping my hands over her legs and bringing them down under her ass and back down the outside of her thighs. When I had her turned on to the point of hysteria I ran my fingertips up her inner thighs until they met at the center. Then I slid two fingers inside of her with one hand and put two fingers from my other hand on her clit. I rubbed her clit at a steady pace while pushing my fingers as deep into her as they would go and then sliding them all the way out against the roof of her pussy real slowly. She was already so worked up it didn’t take very long to make her cum, and I’ve never seen a woman cum like that. Well, I didn’t see it per say, but her pussy clamped down on my fingers, and I felt her knees jerk up hard. Her hips were writhing like a snake, and I could feel her thighs shuttering against my forearms. And the scream she let out. It was this intense combination of primal ecstasy, and I don’t know… like relief mixed with thankfulness if that makes any sense.”

  “I’m impressed. I don’t want to encourage you, but it sounds like she got her money’s worth.”

  “Oh, the story’s not over yet. It gets crazier.”

  “Part of me says I’ve heard enough. The other part of me says… go on.”

  Cade lifted the pitcher of beer off the table and refilled their glasses. After they’d both taken a thirsty drink he went on. “After she came I pulled my fingers out of her, and they were completely drenched. When I finally opened my eyes I saw the sheet on the floor. I don’t even know when it fell off. So there she was, laid on the table completely naked and amazing. Plump, perfect breasts and a hint of six pack abs. I couldn’t believe I’d just given this angel an orgasm. We locked eyes, and she was looking at me like I was the most delicious piece of meat she’d ever seen, which was crazy, because she could have any guy in the world she wanted at any time, and she was looking at me like that. I kept expecting to wake up from the best wet dream of my life when she said something that made me sure I was dreaming.”

  “What did she say
?”

  “She said, ‘I like watching you when your eyes are closed. Why don’t you put on a blind fold?’”

  “Did one of you just happen to have a blind fold lying around?”

  “No, but she always wore that cashmere night gown robe thing to our sessions before she got naked and got on the table. So I used the belt from that. I wasn’t really sure what to do after I got it on. So I just stood there and waited. After a long dramatic pause she said, and I kid you not, ‘Now I want your cock in my mouth.’”

  “You know, I keep waiting for you to tell me this is all an overly elaborate joke that you spent way too much time making up. In fact, I’m half convinced you’re lying. But it’s a good story anyway. So go ahead and tell me what you supposedly did after that.”

  “Well, first I tore my clothes off. Then I stepped back to the end of the table and waited for her to come to me. She flipped over on her stomach and sucked my cock into her mouth. Now, I’ve had blowjobs before, but nobody ever savored it like Alexis did. I mean, she made love to my cock with her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of it. Her tongue was everywhere like she had to taste every inch of it at once. At one point she had my entire scrotum in her mouth. For someone whose life I’m sure revolves around keeping up appearances, there was not an ounce of modesty in what she did with her face this morning. I would have felt a little bad for her if it wasn’t so excruciatingly hot.”

  “Did something more depraved happen after that?”

  “Oh yeah. Things escalated pretty quick after that. I had already gathered that Alexis wasn’t into vanilla sex. She wanted to push the limits, and I shudder to speculate where her limits end if they exist at all. Anyway, I had my hands on the top of her head stroking her hair, which was as soft and silky as cashmere. I was focusing on the feeling of her making unbridled love to my cock when my massage therapy training kicked in. Did you know the human head weighs as much a bowling ball? Imagine laying on a table with your head hanging of the side and then head banging like you’re listening to the hardest death metal to come out of the eighties. That’s going to cause serious strain on your neck muscles.”