Page 8 of Linc
“What!”I hiss in the quiet lobby.
“It shows that someone moved your people and you’ve got one person who’s going to fill up those four hours.”
I practically shove her out of the way to get a better look at the screen.I might be little but I can pack a punch when necessary.
“I don’t understand?Why would anyone want a four-hour massage?”
“Could be an athlete that has a lot of tension needing to be worked out.”Lisa shrugs and checks in a guest, who’s waiting to be signed in.“You better hurry, they checked in ten minutes ago.It says they specifically asked for you.”She playfully shoves me back out of the way and begins typing on the computer.
Great.Just great.I usually get a break in between clients but this person is going to give my hands and fingers cramps if I’m working on them the entire time.
My room is number nine down the long hallway of the treatment rooms.Our clients each have their own individual rooms with a locker, which is basically a waiting room until we’re ready for them to come in.The treatment room is colored in calming dark gray-blue colors.I’ve got a water feature in the corner, with lit vanilla candles, and soft cords of music playing over the speakers.
Once I make sure everything is in order with the sheets and my lotion, I knock on the waiting room door for my client to come through.The door opens and I’m shocked to see who’s standing on the other side, in a white robe and flip flops.
“Lincoln?What…what are you doing here?”I can’t believe he’s here, standing in front of me.
“I asked for a demonstration last night, remember?”he says like we had this planned from the start.
“Yes, but I didn’t think you’d get an appointment right away.You do know that by blocking off four hours, you’re going to be paying thousands of dollars, right?”I inform him.“I could’ve done this for free at my place if you’d have waited.”
“But then I wouldn’t get to see you in your element.”
“This is crazy,” I mumble.“Come lie down, let’s get you started.”
I walk over to the cabinet and grab a bottle of my favorite lotion.We have different types of oils and lotions depending on what the client likes; some have allergies so we have to have a variety that caters to all.
“Should I be on my stomach or back?”Lincoln asks as I’m still facing away from him.
Turning with the bottle in my hands, I almost drop it on the wooden plank floor.Like playing a game of toss ball, it takes me three attempts to secure the bottle as I try to avoid eye contact with him.
There standing next to the table in all of his ripe and wonderful glory, is Lincoln.Naked as the day he was born, sans robe and sandals.He’s tall, maybe six-two or three, with a body to die for.An Adonis.He’s chiseled in all the right areas with an eight pack.My tongue would love nothing more than to dive right in those hills and valleys on display.He obviously takes pride in his body and the perfect v at the bottom of his stomach points directly to his large, oversized…
“Everly?”I can hear the mirth behind my name and it snaps me out of my daze.
“Huh?”My eyes slowly follow back up to his face.
“Back or stomach?”He grins, knowing the state he’s just put me in.
Shaking my head, I cast my eyes down to the floor to get myself under control.This isn’t the first time I’ve seen a naked man on my table, but this certainly is the first time I’ve ever lusted for a man about to get on my table.
“Sto—stomach.”Good lord, this is going to be the longest four hours of my life and I’m just praying I can leave here with my virginity in tack.
He thankfully lifts the sheet and settles on the table facing down.
Starting with his feet, I decide that area will give me a chance to get myself back in order and calm down before the hard part comes and I have to flip him over.His soft moans aren’t doing anything to calm the heat in the room and I think about turning up the a/c to cool things off.For some reason, I’m feeling a heatwave flowing through the room.
Lincoln starts to groan, as my fingers dig into the arch of his foot, and I swear I break out in a sweat.This is a bad idea.A very bad idea.
“Is there a specific place you want me to touch?”I babble on not really thinking before speaking.
Lincoln pops his head up, turning to face me.
“Oh, there are several places.I didn’t realize happy endings were on the menu.”He smirks and lets out a breathy chuckle.
Releasing his foot like it was a hot potato, I straighten up, placing both hands on my hips.
“That is NEVER on the menu,” I forcefully say, aggravated that he would think that was something I did.
