Tuesday, May 20th – 5:26pm
The rest of our weekend had been pretty standard. A few more errands, dealt with some bills, a bit of cooking and food prep for the week to come, and a bit of TV time – all the boring stuff that comes with adulting. The start of the week had been likewise predictable. I’d finished up at the office (no working from home for me, alas) and now was standing at the front desk at Bodyworks. The receptionist had given me some paperwork to fill out but I wasn’t sure about one section.
I drew her attention. “Excuse me?”
“Yes?”
“There’s a section asking why I’m here for a massage. Sports injury, occupational injury, muscle pain and so on – but I don’t have any of that. I just came because my wife told me I’d like it.”
She chuckled and said “no problem, you can leave that blank. Lots of our clients are here for therapeutic reasons but plenty of people just come to get a relaxing rub-down too.”
“Great, thank you.” I signed at the bottom, returned the clipboard to the desk and took a seat. The receptionist busied herself entering my information into the computer while I read through some emails on my phone. A few minutes later, she called out to me.
“Sir? You can head down into room 3. Heidi will be with you shortly.”
I thanked her and made my way down the hall. I entered Room 3 as requested. I didn’t really know what to expect from a massage place but this seemed pleasant enough. A massage table, a rack of towels, some fake flowers and some nice-smelling candles burning. Bland-sounding background music came through a little Bluetooth speaker. Not sure of what to do, I just stood there awkwardly. As promised, a woman entered the room a minute later with an iPad tucked under her arm.”Hey there. I’m Heidi.”
Whoa. What a knockout. I didn’t really have “a type” as far as women were concerned, but I know what I like when I see it. And Heidi – well, I certainly liked what I was seeing. At the very least, I could take away that Kristen must be confident that I don’t have a wandering eye – why else would she encourage me to let this complete smokeshow put her hands all over my body?
She extended her hand, which I shook. I realized that I was probably staring at her at little too intently and snapped out of it. “Nice to meet you.”
“I understand that you’re Kristen’s husband?”
“I am. She referred me to you. You come highly recommended.”
“Aww, that’s very sweet of her.” She consulted the iPad. “I see that you didn’t indicate why you’ve booked a service with us.”
“Right. The receptionist said I could leave it blank.”
“No problem. So just here for a general massage then? No nagging injuries or areas of concern?”
“No. I’ve never actually had a massage before. Just wanted to try it out.”
“Oh, a virgin, huh?” she said with a laugh. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good.” Then she winked at me and bit her bottom lip. Great. A very attractive and flirty woman was about to run her hands all over my body. What if I got a boner? Christ, that would be embarrassing. I had to get myself together. I didn’t reply. “So, ready to start?”