"Ms. Hwang, the massage therapist has arrived."
"Bring her to my room, and tell her to wait for a while."
I ordered, eyes focused on the papers. I'm currently at my own office inside my house, working right after freshening up despite being told by Lia to relax and rest. Well, I'm a workaholic who can't be stopped.
I finally stood up, stretched a little before proceeding to my bedroom at the 3rd floor of my house.
"Ms. Hwang, she's already inside your room accompanied by one of the maids."
"Okay, thank you. If anyone calls on the telephone, please tell them that I'm not available."
"Will do, Ms. Hwang..."
I nodded as a sign for her to leave, turning the doorknob of my room door and was met by one of my maids and a new face. What a fine lady, is she the massage therapist?
She had short brown hair, a flawless face that held a small smile, and was wearing an all white outfit which I assumed was her uniform. She was clutching onto the strap of her sling bag as she stared at me, shifting her body weight from one foot to another.
"Ms. Hwang, she is the massage therapist."
"Okay, you may leave now."
She bowed politely before heading out, leaving me and the lady. She was still standing there, head tilted a little, as if she was waiting for me to introduce my self. Cute.
"Good evening, I'm Hwang Yeji."
"Good evening Ms. Hwang, I'm Shin Ryujin, your massage therapist for today."
She beamed a smile and offered a handshake, which I gladly accepted, of course. She looks like a cat with that whisker dimples.
"Shall we start now, Ms. Hwang?"
"I guess we should... And please, just call me Yeji."
"Okay then, let's start now, Yeji..."
She smiled sheepishly, which was such a childlike manner, emitting a chuckle from me. She turned around then asked me to strip off my clothing except my underwear (of course), and told me to lay on my stomach. She was preparing her things, back facing me, rummaging through her bag as she ask me some questions.
"Is this your first time?"
My head snapped towards her as she asked that question, our eyes meeting in the process. I had to swallow the lump on my throat as our staring contest continued, pushing away some wild thoughts in my mind. Why does she have to ask a question with an underlying meaning? I cleared my throat, breaking off the eye contact as I turned my head another way.
"Yes, i-its my first time"
"Ah, I see... Are you nervous?"
"Uh... No?"
Lies. I'm actually a bit tensed, but I figured it might be because it is my first. I disliked being touched by anyone, actually.
"Hmmm, you seem confused eh? Just relax, your muscles are so tensed. Take deep breaths, a'ight?"
"M'kay..."
I did as she told, took deep breaths at a slow pace and was surprised that it actually worked. It calmed my nerves and raging heart, easing down my nervousness.
"Much better! Well, are you ready?"
"Pretty much."
"I'd be starting now. Just follow my instructions, and try to clear your mind off things."
I nodded, and decided to close my eyes. Such a professional, earlier she seemed so casual but now she's fully on work mode. A few seconds later, she finally did her thing.
I sucked in a deep breath as I felt her warm hands doing its work, and damn it felt good. Applying the right amount of pressure, her soft hands roamed on my back and shoulders. My stomach felt like it was swarmed with butterflies as I indulged the calming sensation.
"Hey, don't hold your breath. I told you, just relax..."
"Right, sorry."
I released the breath that I didn't knew I was holding in, and tried to focus on her smooth hands. I got startled as she started a conversation again, her husky voice breaking the cold silence.
"Stressed out? Or just tired?"
"Can I say both?"
"Hmmm, okay, I'd take that..."
I heard her laugh softly, her hands now moving onto my legs and doing their magic. This is what I call a real relaxation.
"Must be from your work..."
"Yeah, everything's just hectic for me."
"How do you cope up?"
"How else? Of course, working some more."
"That's not a good solution, Ms.Hwang."
"Yeji."
"Oh, sorry- Yeji. Putting more pressure on yourself is not the solution, that's so dangerous."
"I know... I'll try to avoid that then..."
"You better do so, if you don't want to grow old much faster."
She laughed again, which I joined in because of her funny remark. The laughter soon died down, and I felt her hands working on my thighs. Fuck. This feels abnormally good, too good that I can feel something building up inside of me.
"You're doing it again."
"W-What?"
"Relax. Just breathe, a'ight? Are you really that nervous? Do you want me to stop for a whi-"
"No!"
I mentally facepalm after I exclaimed so hard, and felt Ryujin stop abruptly. Gosh, what's with me? I cleared my throat, easing the building awkwardness.
"I mean, no, its fine. I'm fine. I'm just really stressed out, and maybe a bit nervous."
"Ah, is that so... You startled me back there, I thought you were mad."
"I-I... I'm sorry..."
"Nah, its fine. That happened a lot of times already, y'know, I already got shouted at before."
"Really? Why?"
I can't help but ask, feeling her hands back on my shoulders again. Okay, calm the fuck down Hwang Yeji. Calm down. Kick those fucking thoughts out of your mind.
"Hmmm, actually there's so many reasons. Mostly, its because they're too eager for the special treatment so they shout at me to hurry the fuck up and get on with it- so I give it. Hard. Damn hard."
"S-Special treatment? What's that?"
"What... Wait- fuck, you don't know?! How come?!"
I jolted when I felt her apply much pressure on my shoulders. What the hell, such strong grip. I felt her pull the covers up and flipped me over so I can look at her. Shock was an understatement as I looked at her confused face while covering myself with the comforters, puzzled at the current situation I was in.
"W-What's wrong?"
"You seriously don't know?"
"Don't know about what?"
"Damn, okay... What do you know about our services? Our massage services, I mean..."
"Massage Company? Female Massagers? Exclusive for female customers?"
I answered, gripping the sheets out of nervousness. The fuck is happening? I saw her grit her teeth in frustration, mumbling words which I can't decipher. Was she cussing?
"Who called for the massage? You?"
"No, t'was my secretary."
"So that's why... damn..."
"Listen, tell me what the fuck is up. You're making me nervous again."
Sbe sighed and ran a hand through her hair violently, her eyebrows scrunched tightly as if they were gonna meet soon enough. But damn, that was hot. I just stared at her frowning face, still confused as fuck.
"Your secretary asked for an extra service- the 'special treatment' that only our company can offer."
"And?... What's with that special treatment?"
She sighed again, and stared right at my eyes with a foreign look. Damn, hot girl, calm down.
"Special treatment means... Sex."
Okay, what the actual fuck?!
