As you sit in your room listening to the radio, waiting for the next patient, you lied on the strench bed in total relaxation on your break. For two years you've been work here at Heaven in the Making Health Spa. You loved your job, beautiful women coming in everyday that you can touch and rub their sexy bodies. Often slipping your hand a couple of times which sometimes gotten you a few dates. You would sometimes get the occasional elderly women, but you take the good with the bad. Your boss, Ms. Biles, is great and treats you with respect as well as all the other workers in the parlor.
A knock comes at the door. Thinking it's your next patient, "Come in." you say as you jump off the strench bed.
The door opens, turning out to be Tiffany, Ms.Biles's assistant, walks in. Tiffany was 25 years old. Not only she was Ms. Biles assistant but she was a personal trainer. She was toned, with slightly shown muscles. She wore a skin tight purple spandex with a matching tank-top. Her breast are rather small, but she was stronger than anyone you've ever met. She was 5'5" had deep dark eyes, and raven black hair that she would always have in a pony tail.
"Hey Tiffany. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine myself , but you may not be."
"WHAT? I'm sorry but do you mind repeating that?"
"Ms. Biles wants you in her office as of *now*."
"She's not mad is she?"
"I don't know. The last few times she asked for someone was when she fired them."
"What?"
"You might want to find another job, just in case." As she left, you followed her to Mrs. Biles Office. Sweat starts to pour and drips from you face. She sits down at her desk and pages Ms. Biles.
"Ms. Biles, is here for you."
"Good send him in."
You take a deep breath and walk into her office. You see her sitting at the corner of her desk. Mrs. Biles was very young, to be running a successiful business. Being around her mid 30's, standing at 5'7" her college looks haven't gave out on her too much. She had dark brown hair to her shoulders, clear tanned skin. Large breast, that would jiggle a bit with a small waist with a round ass and long legs. All wrapped up in a blue skirt tux.
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"Umm yes Ms. Biles?" You said with a shaky voice as you sat down.
"A very important and *wealthy* patient has just signed up with us this afternoon, she'll be here during the evenings starting tonight and I need you to stay after hours. You'll be paid double for overtime. You'll be here by yourself and I'll have the janitors leave you the key."
"Umm ok Ms. Biles."
"Are you sure it's ok? It's not a problem to your home life is it?"
"Nah, I'm not married and I don't have a girlfriend or anything. I just sit at home, eat dinner and just stare at the computer screen all night long."
"Good. Now one other thing. You know you are a key value to our staff. This place wasn't doing so well before you came, it's hard to even think about letting you go, but if I do get a bad report from her..."
Interupting her. "I got it Ms. Biles."
"Good. Now go ahead back to work. Your eleven o'clock is waiting."
As you walk out of her office. You take in a deep breath and sigh in relief. But who could be the patient that's so important?
"Umm Tiffany? Did you know about the new patient?"
"I did." She says with a smile.
"Then why did you make me believe I was getting fired?"
"I just needed a laugh today." She giggles. "but it was some old white rich lady named Elizabeth Peterson, she is to be here around seven tonight for a week or two."
"What's wrong with her?"
"She said something about stress. I don't know. I forget."
Oh great, not only you gave away your nights, but you gave it away to an old fart? The day went by fast. Day quickly turns into night. As the janitors leaves you the key to the door you go to the bar to fix yourself a fruit stand smoothie, going under the bar cabnet, finding yourself the sercet stash of volka and gin, that the janitors thinks that everyone doesn't know about. "Hmmm they restocked." You say to yourself as you mix the drink.
All of a sudden you hear a knock at the door. As you walked to the front door with drink in hand, taking and deep breath you let her in. She had on a white sweater, gloves with a large blue moo-moo with pink and yellow flowers, gray hair and a wringled face. She was bend over slightly and carried a black leather purse.
"Good evening there young man." She says in a elderly voice. "I'm Mrs. Peterson. My you are a handsome one aren't you?" She says while pinching your cheek as she giggles.
"Thank-you Mrs.Peterson." You respond as you take her hand off your cheek. "Please come in."
As you close and lock the door behind you, you walk ahead of Mrs.Peterson." Follow me to my room
Mrs. Peterson."
"Here we are, my room. Mrs.Peterson. If you may take your clothes off and lay on your stomach on the strench bed." You turn to the table, setting your drink down, getting the oils, lotions, and powers ready and warmed up. As you turn back around, you see the old lady taking off her wig, then her dress revealing a fabulous body in a tight white tank-top with a pink heart in the center of her full firm breasts, with cut-off blue jean shorts. And finally her rubber mask. "Oh my God.." You say with your eyes widen and jaw dropped to the floor. |