R Simpson - Massage parlor wife

"Is Brad gone now?"

"Yes, he's off to Denver. Right now, I imagine he's about thirty thousand feet in the air, no doubt looking over the plane to see if some sharp looking chick is headed for Denver – alone!"

"I know what you mean," Laura smiled. "When I divorced Teddy it was because he could never play in his own playpen."

"Sometimes I feel like divorcing Brad," Terry admitted. "I'm sure he cheats on me."

"They all do," Laura laughed. "I only wish somebody had wised me up – I could be living on easy street now if I hadn't divorced my meal-ticket."

"What do you do?"

"I mean what do you do for a living now?"

"I'm a masseuse," she smiled, "and I keep busy I have to if I'm going to pay the rent to live in these Lakeshore Towers."

"I envy you," Terry smiled. "You probably have a lot more fun than I do. I just stay at home when my husband is gone, and he's gone a lot, damnit."

"You think a lot of Brad, don't you?" Laura asked cagily turning to look into Laura's blue eyes, Terry told her, "I think the world of him, Laura. When I have him in my arms – that's all I want – that's all I need!"

"Oh, that's beautiful," Laura said sadly. "I used to feel that way too."

"But when he's gone, my heaven turns to hell because I get so damned lonely."

"Well, I know what you should do," Laura said quickly. "You should get something to do that occupies your time, and maybe gives you some extra money. That always comes in handy."

"What can I do?"

"You could become a masseuse – like me," Laura said seriously. "The pay is good – and it really isn't hard work."

"But you have to have some kind or degree or something, don't you?"

"No-no, silly," Laura laughed. "Just good hands and an earnest desire to help the people who come to you – Frances will teach you all you need to know."

"Frances Iden – she's the gal who owns the place where I work. Today, one of the girls phoned in she was quitting, and lucky for you, she's looking for a replacement. Would you be interested?"

"Would I ever?" Terry smiled, thinking of what the relief from boredom could do for her life.

"What would you do with the extra money? Travel? Get some new clothes? Or maybe some new furniture?" Then, as Laura looked around the room, she had to admit, "You really don't need a thing. Everything looks so new, and expensive."

"Brad is awfully good to me," Terry smiled.

"He really is!"

"I can see that," she nodded, glancing around the room once more appreciatively, "but there's nothing nicer than having your own money to do your thing with!"

"I couldn't agree with you more," Terry assured her.

"Tell you what – tomorrow I'll take you down to meet Frances Iden, my boss – if you want me to, that is."

"Oh, I'd love it," Terry assured her, "I can't thank you enough. I need a little diversion from the boredom when he's gone. Sure, he's good company, and a marvelous lover when he's here, but that only makes it worse when he's gone."

"I understand," Laura smiled, and then as she glanced out the picture window, she observed, "Oh – look, the clouds have vanished, and the moon is shining on the lake – that's better."

"It does make everything look better when tire moon comes out, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it does," Laura smiled, as she got up and walked to the door. "Sorry I disturbed your TV watching – but I did feel alone and miserable this black night."

"I'm so glad you came in, honey – and I appreciate your wanting to take me over to see what's her name…"

"Frances Iden, the woman who operates the Roman Massage Parlor. I'll take you to see her tomorrow if you want me to."

"Oh, thanks, I'd love that," Terry told her, as they both said goodnight. The very next day Laura came over in the morning to tell her she was going to be leaving the place at one in the afternoon, and if she really was serious to be ready.

"Of course I'm serious," Terry assured her, and then she went about her household chores with some enthusiasm for she had something to look forward to.

When two o'clock rolled around both Terry and Laura were talking to Frances Iden about work.

"Massage isn't all a bed of roses," Frances warned her, "Sure, the pay is good, but it takes work to rub up and down the spine. The spine is the switchboard of the body, you know."

"Yes," Terry nodded, and then Laura smiled. "I'll teach her a few things about it if you want me to – we live in the same apartment house."

"That would be just fine," Frances smiled, "because I'm so busy I don't know when I'd ever get time to teach you. Now, when could you begin work?"

"Anytime," Terry said, "I'm free a lot because my husband travels."

"Ridiculous," Frances smirked.

"What's ridiculous?"

Frances Iden shrugged, "Ridiculous to leave a girl like you all alone. Too many men who have an eye for a beautiful girl."

"I think too much of Brad – my husband – to play around," Terry smiled.

"How nice," Frances commented skeptically.

"Seldom anybody talks like that anymore, it's refreshing to know someone is faithful."

"Well, I am – and that's the way I like it. Getting this job is just my way to kill time, and save money. I'm bored alone."

"Of course, Terry. Well, we're happy to have you joining us, and I think Laura could start right now showing you some of our massage techniques."

"I'd love to," Laura nodded eyeing her shapely body.

"Where?" Terry asked.

"Why not right here? We have a couple of free rooms and she can teach you in a couple of hours, and then you can make some money today. How does that sound to you?"

"Beautiful," Terry smiled. "Thanks so much and how much do I get per patient."

"Normally ten," Frances Iden laughed, "but there are special cases where we charge more. It all depends on the service rendered."

"I see," Terry nodded, not quite sure if she did or didn't see. Quickly, Laura picked up the conversation. "Right this way, dear, and I'll show you what we have to do."

She led the way down the hall until she came to a vacant room. Entering, she closed the door, and started to illustrate.

"We should go through it just the way you'll be working on the men who come for massage," Laura smiled, taking her clothes off.

For a moment Terry held back. She wasn't used to watching another woman undressing in such intimate quarters.

"What's wrong?" Laura smiled.

"Oh, nothing – I – I just feel funny undressing in front of another woman like this," she said flatly.

Reaching back to unhook her bra, Laura said, "You mustn't!" As she observed Laura's giant-size knockers flash into view, she found herself strangely intrigued. And then Laura slid out of her panties. Reaching into her handbag, she brought out a skimpy half-cup bra, and a pair of skimpy, tight fitting white nylon hot pants. Sliding into them, and adjusting the bra, she explained, "This is how we dress!"

"Nice – real conservative," Terry teased. "Honestly, honey, I don't think I could wear a revealing outfit like that. I'd feel absurd dressing so that men could turn-on just looking at my tits and my you know what."

"Oh, no, it's a business, baby – like any other. Mustn't let pride come between you and the buck now, undress and I'll show you how it's done." Terry undressed, and embarrassed as she felt, she nevertheless thought she might as well let Laura have her way. After all, she had put herself out to bring her down to meet her boss, and she wasn't going to disappoint her. She stripped down to her panties, and bra and slid up on the massage table.

"Baby – the men we rub are naked."

"They are?" Terry gulped.

"Of course, baby – you can't give a body shampoo, and a good body massage unless the man is bare ass naked."

"Alright," she agreed reluctantly. Getting off the massage table, Terry stripped, and as she let the bra fall off, the panties slip down, Laura got an eyeful.