Page 19 of Calculated Chaos

“Something for everyone,” Tank answers. “We don’t assume anyone’s preferences when they book with us.”

“Oh, yeah. That makes sense.”

The area we enter is closer to what I think of when I imagine a spa. It smells clean, like eucalyptus—a scent I’ll never forget thanks to a girl I dated who always had a diffuser of it in her apartment.

“These are the wet areas,” Tank explains as we pass. “Sauna, Jacuzzi, and water therapy.”

“Water therapy?” Hollister asks, his eyes searching the space.

“Yeah. Targeted jets of water that work like a massage but with a different intensity.”

Hollister nods, his face still curious. Tank opens another door and we step inside. There are two massage tables side by side with another man standing between them. Looks-wise, he’s Tank’s polar opposite, with pale blond hair and equally pale skin, a slight frame, and big blue eyes. He’s clean shaven with not a single tattoo in sight.

His bright smile fills his face. “Hi guys. I’m Pix. I’ll be working with Tank to give you both a fabulous experience today.”

“Hi,” Hollister says, smiling softly.

“Have you had a couple’s massage before?” Pix asks.

Hollister and I look at each other at the same time as I mutter, “Uh, dual massage you mean?”

Pix tilts his head and Tank just chuckles. “I guess you could call it that,” Pix answers.

“I don’t think they’re a couple, Pix,” Tank says, unfolding a towel.

Hollister’s face goes bright red. “This is for couples?”

“It’s okay,” Tanks says. “It can be for…” His eyes shift between us. “Friends?”

I nod like a bobble head. “Friends.”

Pix giggles. “Got it. Good thing we cleared that up,” he says to Tank, who chuckles in response.

“Why?” Hollister asks, probably against his better judgment.

“We usually make the experience… intimate,” Pix explains. “You know, to give you good vibes.” He wiggles his eyebrows and my stomach flips.

I’m guessing when I skimmed over all the descriptions on the website, I missed some important parts, just like the bondage club on Friday. I’m waiting for Hollister to give me one of his looks, but instead he just nods, his face tight but not outraged.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” Pix says. “You’ll feel like a pool of melted butter by the time you leave today.”

“Sounds good,” Hollister says, glancing at me.

“Great,” Tank says. “You can remove your robes and climb on the tables face down. When you’re ready, just say, ‘ready.’” The two men step behind a partition.

“Holl—”

“It’s fine, Ax. I know you and details. It’s not like we’re getting strapped to a board and spanked this time.” He actually chuckles, relaxing me instantly. “This’ll be nice. Fuck knows I could use a little relaxation.”

“Yeah. Definitely.”

Blowing out a breath, I peel out of my robe and climb on the table, my eyes flicking to Hollister’s nude backside. I’m more than a little surprised he was willing to remove his underwear. Me and nudity are close friends, but Hollister’s always been modest.

My eyes linger on his butt longer than they should, my thoughts immediately drifting back to Friday night when I smacked him with a crop. I can’t stop the image of bending him over the table right now, riding crop in hand, and leaving a bright red mark across his pale skin.

My cock swelling startles me and I choke back a gasp. What the actual fuck? I’ve never looked at Holl that way. Sure, I’ve admired his looks before—he’s a good-looking guy. And okay, I’ve checked out his cock once or twice, for comparison’s sake only.

A memory of a party back in high school reaches me, rudely reminding me of the sisters who blew us out back, and the way Hollister’s face looked as he gave in to the pleasure of it. I squeeze my eyes shut as the images of me watching how hard and thick his cock looked sliding in and out of Ashley’s pink lips replay. I wrote it off as normal at the time. Any guy watching a blow job would get worked up, right?

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