Happy Ending Massage, with a TWIST

I worked hard and long hours, both at my day job and at a side job I picked up for some extra cash. Actually a friend asked to help out a friend of a friend and I couldn’t turn them down. I did not want to do the work, but I could use the money. The job ended up tougher than I had originally thought. However I used some of that extra cash to treat myself to a way over due massage as a reward, or to just make it back to my day job without having to burn a week’s vacation just to recover. The massage was a place I had been to many times before. I almost always get someone different each time I go there. I do not mind it as I have found they are all really about the same. Sure some rub harder, while others can better tell which muscle group deserves more time, while yet others are more talkative and willing to chat for an hour to a stranger. By all in all I have not found the one masseuse that I just have to get back to. So my last massage I went in for was yesterday. I arrived ahead of schedule because sometimes they make me fill out the long form paperwork they have there for new customers. I found it is not worth informing the new girl behind the receptionist desk that I have filled it out before, because half the time they tell me they always ask all clients to fill it out, in case there is some recent changes. So I oblige them and just fill it out. Yesterday was not one of those days. I was asked to simple have a seat and someone will be with me shortly. I was finally called in to the back by a fairly young looking girl who was wearing greenish colored medical scrub pants with he generic dark blue tops all employees wear at the spa. She looked slightly out of uniform. She introduced herself as Linda and told me we were going into room 4 today. I walked down the short hall and into room 4. She followed me in and asked how I was and what areas I wanted to focus on. I told her of my troubles and she excused herself telling me we would start face up. I disrobed and climbed in under the sheet and thin blanket. I found the heating pad was on and it felt nice on my back. She knocks and comes back into the room dimming the lights a little more. She sits behind my head and starts with my head and neck. We start to chat about the weather, current events and work loads. She informs me she is in an accelerated medical class, hence the green scrub pants. She woke up late and was confused if she had to go into school, her internship location or the spa. She only had the scrubs she wears at school or the doctor’s office she sometimes interns at and took the chance it was one of those places she had to be at today. She stopped and got her morning coffee when her phone rings and it is the massage job looking to find out why she wasn’t in yet. She then recalls she switched shifts with another student to work some morning hours at the spa giving massages. She raced in and found a spare top she could wear. So our discussion rolled on while she moved from my head to my arms and down to my feet and legs. I have this weird issue when I get a massage and they start on my right leg first. I almost always will get an erection by the time she makes her way over to my left leg. I have no clue why I never get an erection if she starts with the left leg first. Weird. I know. So by the time she finishes up the left leg I am near rock hard. I also am unaware that the thin blanket is no longer bunched up on my mid section, instead it almost feels like it is about to slip off the right side of the massage table. I can see her looking at my crotch and she seems to be staring a little too much. She reaches over me and grabs the blanket and her arm leans in and crushes down my growing erection and it makes me jump straight up off the table. It was an automatic reaction as I had the instant fear that something bad was going to crush my manhood. She quickly shoots back up right and throws the blanket down on me. She apologizes saying she is sorry if she hurt me. I reassure her there is no pain, just a normal reaction to protecting myself from immediate danger. She stands her ground and informs me she was not going to hurt me and I shouldn’t be afraid. I tell her that no, it was just a gut reaction I had no control over as she leaned into me a little too much making the fear overrated and my body reacted incorrectly as I know she would not hurt me. She places her hands on my left thigh and hip and tells me to relax and not to worry. Things are okay. But she is still staring at my crotch when she tells me this. I go to apologize to her for my sudden erection and that I mean nothing by it, it just happens sometimes. She cuts me off by telling me to roll over so she can work on my back. So she readjusts the sheet and blanket and then folds down the sheet to my mid back. After about three minutes of awkward silence, she breaks the tension with her studies in the medical field. I wait to see if she is going somewhere with it. She doesn’t. She continues on the massage and we make small talk from time to time. She is about finishing up and I can tell she is holding something back. I decide to go for it and ask her if she is okay with what happened. She admits she is fearful I might say something to her boss and get her fired. I lean up and turn to look at her and sooth her worries by stressing there is nothing to be concerned about. What happened was an accident and nothing more. She shows some relief in her stance and continues to work on my lower back. She keeps quiet until she tries to ask a question but keeps fumbling for words. I half flip over, breaking her ability to massage my back. She steps back, takes a long stare at my crotch, again. I tell her I think I know what she is trying to get at. She tells me she needs this job to help pay for school and would never do that, even if the money was temping enough. I tell her I am not sure what she means and maybe she should just say it. She looks at me, then my crotch, then back up at me. She tells me she would not be willing to give me a happy ending, no matter the cost. I was shocked, or acted as shocked as I could. I tell her I would never ask for one, nor would I ever offer to pay for one. She looks at me like I must be a weird weirdo. I lay back down and tell her that what happened earlier was forgotten and to just drop it as it would never happen, between her and I. She then continues the topic by asking if I ever was offered, or if it was something the other girls do at this spa, and why would I never pay for it. She thought that’s what some guys get off on. I tell her I am more than capable of doing it myself, for free and think paying for it is a waste of hard money earned. She seems okay with it, until she asks the million dollar question. What would I pay to have happen. I ponder her tone and wording of the question and reply with the fact I would rather pay to watch someone, like herself, play with themselves, then to have them play with me. She tells me that is an odd one and she had never thought of it that way before. She remains silent as she works my lower legs before finally draping me from neck to toes with the full sheet and blanket covering.  It is this brief moment that I start to recount what movements she had made during our hour together. I started to recall that she did brush up against me a bit much during the hour. It always seemed like more than her hands were always touching me. I start to think I am over thinking it and it means nothing. She cuts the air with the question I would never have thought she, or anyone, would ever ask me. She asks how much I would be willing to pay her if she played with herself while I watched form across the room. I tried to call her bluff by saying $20. She quickly countered with $40. I tell her I do not have that much on me, hoping she was only trying to bluff me with such a question. The again awkward silence is then broken by her again as she offers up $30. I turn over, still covered by the sheet and blanket and look at her. Her thumbs are tucked into the drawstring waist of her greenish scrub bottoms and she bites her lip as she stares at me with the puppy dog eyes. I tried to call her bluff and agree to it. $30 I reply. She whips out her finger and tells me to stand in the far corner. I do so without hesitation. She reaches down into her scrubs and closes her eyes. When I realize she is going to keep her pants on I inform her that is not fair, she must remove her clothes from at least the waist down. She does so in the blink of and eye. She folds up her blue spa top and leans back against the wall. She fingers her clit, insert a finger and humps her fingers. She then removed her hand, opens her eyes to look at me. She then asks me to drop the sheet but to stay on that side of the table. She continues to paly with herself using her right hand while using the left one to prop herself up from the far corner of the massage table. She really goes to town before reaching down and grabbing a handful of sheet form the table and stuffing it in her mouth as she climaxes and slightly moans into the wad of sheets piled in her mouth.