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“Pamperingpackage. Do you want me to choose for you?” I ask, looking up at himinnocently.
“Please,”he replies, relieved. He wanders over to the water cooler while I fill out hisform, and I try to keep the smile from my face as I sign him up for one extraservice.
Hespent the morning trying to embarrass me in front of my mom, making up a storyabout how I followed him around like a lost puppy until he agreed to date me.Then, when Mom left the room, he topped that off by telling my brother he hopedwe didn’t keep him up all night. I swear, he gets so hyped up sometimes it’slike trying to rein in a toddler.
Now,I’m getting payback on his ass. Literally.
“Amber,”a voice calls, and I look around to see a group of Mom’s friends waving herover. A smile breaks across her face, and she’s met with enthusiastic hugs whenshe reaches them. After chatting for a moment, she returns.
“Ihope you don’t mind, but they asked me to join them for a Mimosa.”
“We’llbe fine,” I assure her. “Go catch up. We’ll see you later.”
“Youhave a couples massage at noon,” she reveals with a grin, before joining herfriends.
“Shehasn’t seen them in a while. They visited her in the hospital and everything,but…”
“It’snot the same,” Justus finishes.
“Yeah.”I look back at her as her laughter rings out. Things have been so hard for her.I’m happy to see her get some joy out of today.
“So,looks like it’s just you and me.” Justus grabs my hand, ignoring the ladiesaround us who are drooling over him.
We’reescorted to the nail salon where we’re treated to pedicures and manicures.Since we’re marked as a couple, we’re taken to each service together. Waxing isnext, and Justus grins at me when I put on the offered robe before strippingfrom the waist down. “Now, don’t be bashful, Sweets. You know I’ve seen itall.”
Heabsolutely has not seen my all, but the tech preparing the supplies smilesknowingly. Justus ignores my glare, yanks off his pants and underwear and hopsonto the table. “Just a little off the top,” he says, nearly knocking the techout with his smile.
Shegiggles and shakes her head. “Nah, you’re right. That’d be silly. Better get itall,” he adds as another woman enters and gestures for me to get on the nexttable.
Henever makes a sound as she waxes him, but I’m not nearly as quiet. I can’t helpit. That shit hurts. Justus is done and sitting up on the table when the techworking on me gives a roll over gesture. “All fours, please,” she says, and Iwant to crawl under the table.
Ican feel his eyes on me as I get on all fours and hot wax is spread between myass cheeks. It only takes a few seconds for it to be over, but my face willprobably burn for the next hour, along with my privates. That’s all right, hecan laugh now, because it won’t be my ass hurting in the end. After having myred and very angry vagina coated in a soothing lotion, we head to another roomfor our couples massage.
Alarge man with incredibly strong hands turns me to mush while a thin, petitelady does the same for Justus. Good god, look at him all oiled up, his tannedskin on display. I don’t realize I’m staring at him until I hear his laugh.“Don’t mind my girlfriend. She can’t take her eyes off of me.”
It’sthen I realize my massage therapist has asked me to turn over. Probably morethan once. I really have to stop ogling him, but it never feels like aconscious decision.
Hismassage ends a few minutes before mine when a tech walks in and announces hisroom is ready. “Go ahead,” I tell him, swallowing a giggle. “I’ll catch up toyou.”
“Wouldyou like her to accompany you?” the tech asks him, and he assures her it’sokay.
Afterthey leave, I release the laugh that’s been building and my massage therapistchuckles. “He has no idea what he’s in for, does he?”
“Nota clue.”
Atech leads me from the massage room a few minutes later, stopping outside adoor and knocking. She chats with a man wearing a white coat, and he nods atme. “Your fiancé is in that room.” Fiancé. Justus is telling people he’s myfiancé. Instead of correcting him, I follow his gesture into a smaller roomwhere Justus lies on a padded table, a sheet covering him from the waist down.
“Hey,Sweets,” he calls, grinning at me.
“Hey,so they haven’t started yet?” As soon as he realizes what they’re going to do,he’ll run like hell. I can’t wait to see the look on his face.
“No,what is this, anyway? Some kind of skin treatment?”
“Somethinglike that.”
Thetech chooses that moment to enter and I’m sure Justus is going to ask what’scoming. Instead, he just follows the tech’s orders, scooting down and raisinghis knees. It isn’t until he dabs lube between his cheeks, that Justus asks,“What are you doing?”
“Justrelax, it’s normal to be nervous, but it’s not nearly as uncomfortable aspeople fear.”
