Chapter 4 #2
Oh, right. A massage. Literally the reason I’ve come here. “That’s right,” I reply, pretending like it hadn’t completely slipped my mind.
I take a seat while I wait. I’d rather talk to Jamie, but he gets swamped with phone calls and people paying for their appointments.
I don’t wait long, anyway. The woman who must be Riley calls my name a few minutes later, and I follow her into her room.
I’ve had a massage before, a long time ago, so I’m somewhat familiar with the process.
After a short conversation where Riley checks all the necessary boxes regarding my health, I’m given a moment to undress and hop on the massage table.
By the time she comes back, my muscles are already relaxing in anticipation of a release.
Except it doesn’t happen. The massage is…
fine. Pleasant, even, but not what I need.
Riley’s not bad, she knows her stuff, but her pressure never gets quite deep enough, despite me asking.
I want someone to really dig in, until I’m contemplating tapping out.
She tries, but I leave the session feeling no different than when I walked in, tension still keeping my body locked tight.
“How did you go?” Jamie asks when I make my way over. His expression is a little hard to interpret. Like he’s bracing for something. Criticism, maybe?
“Good,” I say, not really lying. “I prefer a deeper pressure, since my whole body is out of whack, but that’s a personal preference.”
Jamie looks nonplussed, like he expected me to rave about Riley’s skills. Maybe it’s what most of her patients do?
I don’t want to put him on spot or make him feel like he needs to offer me compensation for not being completely satisfied, so I scramble to say something else, something reassuring. But the look on his face stops me.
I could be imagining it, but he looks…relieved? Almost pleased, I’d say.
“Is that right,” he says. “Riley’s very popular, but not many of her patients are gymbros with muscles made of steel. I guess you need a different approach.”
And now he’s even teasing me. Cute. “At this point, I probably need a truck to run over me. That would crack the tension open.”
Jamie laughs before going quiet, thoughtful. “So…” He licks his lips, twice. “I’m actually studying to be a massage therapist. I’m still not licensed, but I’d say I’m pretty good. And since we’re gonna be living together…” He shrugs. “I’m happy to be your truck when you need me.”
I had no idea he was planning to become a massage therapist. It does suit him better than a receptionist, when I think about it. He has that…calming, soft vibe going on, that instantly puts people at ease.
“Yeah? I’m all for it, but are you sure you can handle me?” Appearances can be deceiving, but he doesn’t strike me as someone who can make you pray for your life while you’re on the massage table.
Jamie sucks in a breath, and I see his hands open and close over the keyboard.
“I can handle you.” His gaze does a once-over on me, as if he’s assessing what ‘handling me’ would entail. “I’m stronger than I look. And I have sharp elbows.” He raises them as if to show me. Indeed, they do seem sharp. Maybe because Jamie’s frame is naturally quite narrow?
“Sounds good to me.”
“Yeah?” Jamie’s face lights up, as if providing massage services for me is the highlight of his soon-to-be career. “Okay, then. It’s a deal.”
I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone this happy about the idea of providing free labor, but I volunteer as tribute.
After paying and organizing the time to help Jamie move his stuff, I make my way out.
There’s a bounce in my step that wasn’t there when I walked into the clinic and I feel somewhat lighter too.
Maybe I jumped the gun too quickly when I said that the massage wasn’t up my alley.
It’s probably one of those things that take a little bit to feel the full effect of.
In which case, great, although I still would’ve preferred to feel my muscles ache from pleasure-pain during the treatment.
Jamie seemed pretty confident he could do just that.
Now I’m really looking forward to trying him out.
One more slightly delayed effect of the massage manifests when I get in the car. It starts as the telltale tingle in my lower belly, and it’s only seconds before my dick begins to strain against the front of my pants.
Ugh, seriously? I just left the gym. And jerked off first thing in the morning.
I thought you could get a boner during the massage, when you get too relaxed or the practitioner goes over a particularly sensitive spot, not after.
In fact, I was so proud of myself for not popping one when Riley worked on my upper thighs. So why the fuck is this happening now?
Disgruntled but resigned, I pick up my phone and shoot Sarah a text. Out of all my ‘friends’, she lives closest.
She replies in less than a minute.
LOL seriously? I’m still sore.
I have an emergency. It’s ok if you can’t, no pressure.
I didn’t say I can’t Guess it’s my fault and I didn’t do a good job yesterday.
And that’s another thing. I don’t usually need someone over daily. The massage really did a number on me.
haha you were great. My dick is just stupid.
Your dick is awesome, don’t you dare badmouth it
omw
Okay, that’s at least sorted. I put the phone down and make my way home. Hopefully this is just a rare occurrence and won’t happen again. Especially now that Jamie will be moving in.