*Not a Sexual Service

It was at least six weeks until his next massage, but Teddy greeted him at the door like an old friend.

“How are you?” she beamed.

“I’m fine,” replied Gary, unsure if this was recognition or over-politeness. “I’m Gary. I was here a month or so ago…”

“I know, I remember!” she said with feigned insult. “You had a very tight bottom.”

That stopped Gary in his tracks as he removed his coat.

“Er, thank you?”

Teddy gave his arm a mock slap and sighed with exasperation.

“I mean, you have car accident, yes? Your muscles were tight.”

“Oh, right. Yes. Well remembered.”

“So is that, er, complete…nice thing to say? That you have tight bottom?”

“Is it a compliment, you mean? Er, yes it can be. If someone says you have a tight ass, it’s usually a compliment.”

Teddy shook her head with shame as she waited for Gary to remove his shoes. “Sorry. My English is still…”

“No, I was going to say your English is amazing. So much better than last time.”

“You think?”

“Clearly. Much better. You must have been working hard.”

“My roommate is English, so I pick up a lot. Maybe all the wrong words, but… I get better. Would you like to take shower?”

“That would be great, Teddy, but I should probably have one on my own; don’t you think?”

Gary’s cheeky comment elicited another mock slap of the arm, but also a big giggle.

“Not with me!”

Gary chortled, happy his pathetic flirting wasn’t upsetting her. “I’ll be right out.”

Once back on the massage table, small talk and gentle physiotherapy commenced, and it was as delightful and soothing as the last time. She tackled his anatomy in a different order this time, starting with his limbs and finishing with his back and, eventually, his butt.

When she finally pulled the top of the towel down past his cheeks, Gary gave a satisfied sigh, then immediately regretted signaling his comfort at being exposed.

Not that Teddy reacted in any way. She was keen to try out her English skills, so the welcome kneading of his buttocks and thighs wasn’t administered in silence this time, but Gary was glad of the interaction, especially when their conversation turned to his rear asset.

“It still is quite tight,” said Teddy, in a hushed whisper as if talking to herself. The breathy way she said it made Gary smile.

“Good tight, or bad tight?”

“Bad tight! Is not a compliment,” she responded.

“Oh, thank you!” said Gary with mock indignation. “I always thought I had quite a nice bottom.”

“Hmph. I didn’t mean like that. You have very nice bottom.”

“Why, thank you. So do you.”

Teddy gasped at the cheeky comment. For a moment, Gary thought he had overstepped the mark, but then he felt a light, playful smack on his left cheek and knew he was safe.

If anything, the slap was a little over-familiar. And she had complimented him. Just how familiar would this girl get?

“I’m sorry. I’m just being cheeky.”

Teddy laughed. “I know. You’re nice man. Not like some of my clients. You don’t try to grab me or anything…”

That gave Gary pause for thought. Maybe his expectations were a tad optimistic after all.

“Does that happen a lot?” he asked.

Teddy sighed. “Sometimes. Some men are pigs. They reach and try to squeeze your bum and things.”

“That’s terrible. What do you do?”

“Tell them no. Give them one chance, and if they do it again, massage over. It’s not that kind of massage, you know?”

“Yes, sure. Absolutely.”

“No, not you. I know you know. You’re a good man.”

“Oh I wouldn’t go that far,” said Gary.

“You wouldn’t do that, though.”

Without seeing her face, it was hard to judge how to play this conversation. Gary took a gamble. “No, of course not. Well, not without asking for permission first.”

A soft giggle reassured him that he still had her on his side.

“Okay, you can turn over now.”

Teddy lifted the towel and allowed Gary to reposition himself. His mainly flaccid penis meant that only a single layer of cotton was required to hide his modesty. Though it risked stirring his loins, Gary nonetheless continued the conversation.

“Has there ever been any trouble? Have you been in a dangerous situation?”

“No, not like that,” Teddy sighed. “Usually when they don’t get what they want, they leave. I don’t know why they come at all. It says on website we don’t do that. But still, they ask. Some are a bit stupid, you know?”

“What do they ask?” inquired Gary. He tried to sound concerned, but the guilty truth was that he was getting off slightly on hearing her talk about men behaving indecently toward her.

“Oh, they want me to touch them, you know, under the towel and things. Or they want to touch my…” Teddy stumbled with embarrassment and paused her massage of Gary’s stomach to look at him straight in the eye.

“How do you say… What’s the nice word for…you know…tits.”

Gary’s loins stirred under his towel, and he reflexively moved his gaze downward to look at the sweet mounds nestled under her black T-shirt.

“Breasts,” he said, as cheerily and matter-of-factly as he could muster. Teddy turned back to her massage with a half smile. She didn’t seem to mind the blatant stare at her chest. And if she had noticed the bulge growing under Gary’s towel, she wasn’t acknowledging it.

“Yes, breasts. Sorry, I only know bad words from my roommate… Anyway, they want to touch my breasts, ask me to take my top off. I have to keep saying, ‘No, is not that kind of massage,’ and they say, ‘I pay you; I pay you!’ and I think… ‘Hmph, not enough,’ you know? They’re always disgusting old and fat pigs.”

The more she ranted, the more shameful Gary felt of the now obvious erection below his towel. It twitched, and the movement got Teddy’s attention.

“Oh sorry,” she said, suddenly flustered as she tried to reposition the towel.

“Oh God, don’t you be sorry,” responded Gary. “It’s my stupid body. I just hope you don’t think I’m one of those ‘pigs’ you’re talking about.”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no,” she reassured him soothingly. “This is normal, is fine. You’re nice. You don’t wave it around and ask me to suck it, you know?”

Such unfiltered talk was making Teddy’s attempts to subdue Gary’s erection with a double fold somewhat problematic. Every time she said something risqué, a firm twitch risked dislodging the towel. At one point, the tip of his cock popped out from below the cotton shield.

“Oops,” Teddy said nonchalantly before pulling the towel further up his torso. Gary apologized again, causing Teddy to laugh.

“Maybe we should change conversation, yes?”

“I think so,” agreed Gary. “I find that erections go away more easily when you stop talking about sucking them.”

This elicited a huge guffaw from Teddy, who shook her head with a smile and gave Gary a cheeky look. Talk about mixed signals!

The rest of the massage passed without event until, after a long stretch of silence, Teddy made an unprompted but firm suggestion while massaging Gary’s hands and cracking his knuckles.

“You should take off wedding ring,” she said. “In case women like the look of you. You scare them off, no?”

“I think I scare them off with or without the ring,” his self-deprecating reply.

“Pfft,” she snorted, dismissively before moving her attention to his legs. “You must be nice to yourself. You are nice man. But if you not nice to yourself then other people not nice to you. It’s true. When you feel good about yourself, everyone see you differently. See you better.”

As she coached him, Gary could have sworn that Teddy’s warm fingers lingered on his upper thighs.

That may have been wishful thinking.

After his shower, he gave Teddy her fee—and this time, he gave his tip separately, accentuating its generosity. Again, it was gratefully received.

“It’s too much,” she said, although she didn’t try to return it this time.

“No, you earned it,” Gary assured her. “I’ll see you soon.”

Teddy leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. She smelled of strawberries.

“I look forward. You’re my nicest client.”