STORY 51: SPA FUCK (I)

Chapter 1. Victor's pov "Relax, sir, just lie back and let me take care of you," the cute masseur said, his voice soft and inviting as he adjusted the towel over my hips. His name tag read Jamie, and he looked way too young and innocent for this job, he has a big brown eyes, messy blond hair, slim build that screamed he was built for something more intimate than just rubbing knots out of backs. I came to this high-end spa because work had me stressed to hell, but honestly, I came for the thrill, the chance some handsy worker might push boundaries. I'd heard rumors about places like this, where the massages got personal if you tipped right or gave the right look. I lay face down on the table, the room dim with soft lighting, the air thick with lavender oil and something muskier underneath. Jamie's hands started on my shoulders, warmly, digging into the tension there. "You've got a lot of stress built up," he murmured, his fingers kneading deep. I grunted in response, feeling the first w