"Good With Her Hands" (closed)

[Alice2015]

Dawson Reed
20 years old
5'2", 124 #
34D-22-34
Hazel eyes
Straight dirty blonde hair
(The "carpet" would match the drapes ... if there was one)

Student, barista, and masseuse-in-training

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The woman at the front desk glared over her glasses as Dawson strode through the front entrance of Maxine's. She reminded the Spa Girl for the umpteenth time, "Employees use the rear entrance."

"Yes, and your husband fantasizes about me you--"

"Room Four!" the woman cut her off, holding up a client reservation card.

Dawson snagged the card without slowing down, thinking, God, I hate this place. She headed down the back hall and entered the Employee Lounge. It was called a lounge, but essentially it was just a break room with a microwave, mini fridge, rusting old stand up lockers, and a pair of doors leading to combination bath- and changing-rooms that hadn't been cleaned in two weeks nor repainted in two years.

It seemed so ironic to Dawson that the spa had such beautiful treatment rooms and amenities for the high paying clientele and yet had such a tiny, insufficient space for the employees who were supposed to serve those very clients with a wide smile on their lips and a twinkle in their eye.

Keep your employees happy... Dawson thought as she stripped out of her street clothes and donned the uniform that has always made her feel like she was late for a karate match.

Once changed, Dawson headed to Room 4, glancing down at the card she'd been given, which included most of the specifics about what the client was looking for in their visit. There were dozens of details ranging from such things as style of massage, temperature of Jacuzzis, brands of chemicals and lotions, etc.

But what Dawson was most interested in was located on the back of the card: nine little black dots hidden in the swirls of the elaborately inked spa logo. The girls at the spa had needed a way to indicate to one another how large of a gratuity a specific client had tipped on her last visit, thereby indicating whether or not it was worth giving said client any special treatment. They called it Tip Tips, because they indicated the size of the gratuity -- the tip -- by placing one dot for every $10 on the back of the card with the end, or tip, of a black felt marker.

The system was brilliant in its simplicity. And on this particular day, it was suddenly changing Dawson's foul mood as she realized that if this particular client tipped her as well as she had the last Spa Girl, she would be able to pay her overdue electric bill and not have eat a cold dinner by candle light tomorrow night.

She entered Room Four with a broad smile, greeted the client by name with a cheery hello, and as she washed her hands asked, "So ... how can I send you home today so content and relaxed that you will want to come back again tomorrow ... and the day after ... and the day after...?"

She feigned a light chuckle as she stepped up and said, "I'm Dawson by the way."

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Annette Van Doren
35 years old
6', 135 lbs
36C-28-33
Slightly wavy blond hair, gray eyes

Hotel chain CEO

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Annette was already laying out on the table, her nude form already covered by a sheet from shoulders to ankles. Her head was pillowed on her folded arms, and she looked Dawson over with a soft smile. A younger masseuse than she normally had... but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The young ones often had a gentler touch.

Idly she wondered if Dawson would recognize her client at all. She wasn't world-famous or anything, but her face occasionally appeared on magazine covers. Not many women owned hotel chains, after all, or had earned quite a bit of personal fortune from said chains. Her last regular masseuse hadn't known who she was until she pointed it out.

"Hi Dawson," she replied, still looking her up and down. "I'm Annette. You can call me Anne. And I think you'll find I'm not that difficult to please."

Difficult to please, no... but she didn't exactly come here to be pleased. More like... pleasured. Perhaps this new masseuse could do just that...

"Maybe just start with the back massage?" she asked. "Then see how I feel from there..."

 

[Alice2015]

"Hi Dawson ... I'm Annette. You can call me Anne. And I think you'll find I'm not that difficult to please."

Dawson hadn't recognized the name on the card, but when the familiar face looked up from the massage table at her, the 20 year old put the two together ... and found herself immediately tickled pink. Annette was rich. Rich and famous, but the money-starved Dawson only cared about the rich part at this moment. No wonder her 'tip tip' is nine!

Of course, a rich client didn't necessary equate to a rich tip. The rich and/or famous ones often expected more than just the normal normal. The reason they tipped better wasn't just that they had more to give: it was because they'd been given more than the others had received. The last Spa Girl had obviously performed an above average service for Annette, which meant that Dawson had her work cut out for her.

"Maybe just start with the back massage...? Then see how I feel from there..."

"Yes, Anne," Dawson replied, careful not to accidentally use Annette's famous name and give up the secret that she knew who the woman was.

Dawson neatly folded the blanket down from Annette's shoulders and back until it stacked up atop her wonderfully shaped derriere. Dawson wasn't the shy type, and she'd been hands on with a couple of girls in the past, although she wasn't a lesbian and had never gone all the way with another female. She appreciated the female form probably as much as most guys. She simply had never had an interest in getting that friendly with someone who shared her own God-given body parts.

Dawson checked the card again, then verified with Annette her choices concerning dry versus oil, hard versus soft, and more. Professional massage wasn't like the back rub-turn-to-groping that took place between a hard-up guy and the girl he was trying to coax out of her underwear for sex. It required a great deal of attention on the masseuse's part to ensure that the client was feeling relaxation.

Ironically, while Dawson was very good at doing this, it wasn't what her client was looking for. Unbeknownst to the young masseuse, Annette Van Doren was looking for something a little more stimulating than relaxing.

"How am I doing?" Dawson asked after her hands, which had begun at Annette's shoulders, had made their way methodically to the woman's lower back. The choice made by the client now typically was to either have the back massage continue, had it move to her legs, or have it end for some other activity, such as a soak in the Jacuzzi or some heat in the steam bath or maybe some facial work, such as wraps or treatment.

The towel folding neatly above Annette's bum had shifted a bit, showing a little more of the crack between her cheeks than Dawson typically saw. She took hold of the towel and moved it back into place, thinking that the client wouldn't want her to see too much of her womanly curves...

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Annette hummed softly in content as Dawson worked, enjoying the feel of the girl's hands. Not too rough, not overly soft... and she paid attention to Annette's responses, hardening or gentling her touch as needed. She would be perfect.

The trick would be convincing her to go a little further. She was patient -- she didn't expect her masseuse to shed her clothes and go down on her today. Today would be a nudge in the right direction, and next time she would see just how far the lovely Dawson would go.

Though she wasn't leaving here without some much-needed release. She'd had a brutal meeting with the board of directors today, and after butting heads with stuffed-shirts who thought they knew better than she did how to run her own company, she needed something to release the pressure. And a vibrator or self-pleasure session just didn't cut it anymore.

"You're doing great," she replied, turning her head slightly to smile at her. "I think I'd like to try a little something else, though."

She tossed her head a bit, letting her wavy gold hair settle around her shoulders. "Could you do a frontal massage as well?"

 

[Alice2015]

"I think I'd like to try a little something else, though ... Could you do a frontal massage as well?"

Dawson hesitated for a moment, looking into the client's eyes, studying her expression, in the hopes of understanding whether this was an innocent request ... or something sexual. Maxine's didn't have a history of prostitution as did many of the less legitimate massage parlors. This was where the rich and famous came to simply get away from the woes of their normal lives. It wasn't where gross looking, seedy men got quick, cheap blow jobs from women whose knowledge of the English language was $50 and suck suck?

Then again, Annette Van Doren was neither gross looking nor seedy nor a man. And she had been a client for sometime without one of the other Spa Girls gossiping about the special service she'd asked for. Of course, Annette may very well have been serviced by a Spa Girl who kept the secret to herself for what ever reasons. Dawson simply had no way of knowing.

She smiled politely -- and a bit nervously -- answering, "Of course, Anne. I can do that for you."

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Annette kept her eyes half-lidded, so whether her request was innocent or sexual in nature wasn't obvious right away. She simply smiled and rolled over, arranging the towel so it was still situated over her pelvis. Her breasts were in full view, however, still pert and full and without any sign that she'd had them augmented at any point. If her nipples were perking up... well, there could always be a chill in the air...

Dawson seemed a little nervous, but Annette hoped she would warm up to the idea over time. She was a pretty thing.

"A little less oil this time?" she requested. "You have a good touch... better than the last girl's..."

(OOC: Thank you )

 

[Alice2015]

Dawson did her best not to ogle while still providing Annette with the satisfaction of having her sexy form reviewed. She smiled politely as the woman told her...

"A little less oil this time...? You have a good touch... better than the last girl's..."

"Of course," Dawson acknowledged, reaching for the nearby bottle. "And ... thank you ... for the compliment."

She squirted out just a dab of the expensive special solution and rubbed it over her palms and fingers, again giving Annette a once over look. She was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about that...

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...stunning face ... flawless skin ... firm breasts ... dramatic hour glass figure ... and beyond the lower reaches of the folded towel, long and sleek legs.

As Dawson moved close to the table and put her hands initially to Annette's neck and collar bones, more caressing the client's skin than massaging it until she moved out to the shoulders and back into the ribs above the rounds of her breasts, Dawson said, "You are a very beautiful woman, Anne. Your husband must tell you that all the time ... or, if he doesn't, he should."

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Annette beamed a bit at the compliment. Even if Dawson said that to all her clients, probably in hopes of a good tip, it was still good to hear.

"I'm single, darling," she replied. "Still, I don't hear it enough from my dates."

She gave a soft moan at Dawson's touch, her nipples hardening even more. "Dear... do you think you could do... a little lower?"

 

[Alice2015]

Dawson continued to move her hands about Annette's shoulders as she remembered that old line from the limbo dance song, How low ... can you go...? She didn't want to feel thick by asking the question how low? but she also knew she would feel stupider than fuck if she just grabbed the client's tits and Annette hadn't meant that at all.

She bit her lip a moment, then hazard the question in a way that she didn't think would make her look like an idiot. She put a tad more oil on her palms and asked simply, "Breasts, belly, waist, or legs, Anne?"

 

[Undercoverseeke]

At least she asked, it seemed, and didn't just assume. She liked this girl. Now hopefully she wasn't averse to what she was about to ask.

"The breasts, please." She tried her best to voice it as casually as possible. She hoped Dawson would comply professionally, and not balk at it. If not... well, she was sure a promise of a heftier tip would sway her...

 

[Alice2015]

"The breasts, please."

"Yes, ma'am," Dawson said immediately, not wanting to show any hesitation, then -- remembering that she was about to grope another woman's tits -- quickly corrected, "Yes, Anne. I'm, uh ... going to adjust the table height."

Dawson operated a switch, and the entire table lowered a couple of inches. She pulled a little padded shelf out from under the surface upon which Annette was laying, providing her with a stool for her knees. She knelt above Annette and laid her still-oiled hands on the woman's rib cage between her belly button and her chest.

Then, caressing the skin, then the outer rounds of her clients breasts, Dawson brought her hands up atop Annette's wonderful mounds and began to gently massage them. She tried to imagine they were just a muscle somewhere else in the body, nothing particular erogenous in nature.

She'd had her hands on a woman's breasts before, but it hadn't been anything like this. She and her cousin, who often spent the nights on weekends or during the summer, had been handsy with one another during puberty, just curious girls wanting to know how things felt; and twice, when she'd been drinking -- once at a sorority party and once at a college pub -- she'd made out with a girl and felt her up, just because it seemed the thing to do at the time.

But this ... this was entirely different. And Dawson was beginning very quickly to realize why. She was actually enjoying this very much -- as she had the incidents, too -- but this time around, she was thinking that given the chance, she would love for it to go a little bit further.

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Anette arched her back slightly as Dawson caressed and kneaded her breasts, giving a soft purring moan of pleasure. This girl was a keeper. She didn't manhandle or maul her breasts, but she didn't treat them like they were made of glass either. She gave Dawson a lazy smile and, not caring if it wasn't protocol in this place, rested her hand on her arm.

"You're amazing, you know that?" she told her. "I can make this really worth your while... if you continue..."

 

[Alice2015]

Dawson had wondered whether Annette was looking for relaxation, a touch of simple pleasure, or out and out sexual satisfaction. But when the woman laid her own hand on Dawson's arm and told her she could make it worthwhile, there was very little doubt left in Dawson's mind.

Dawson wasn't a lesbian. Oh sure, she'd touched boobs before, made out with other women, girls really. But ... she really had never ... gone far. She certainly had never touched a woman's pussy, even during all those nights as an exploring young teen with her cousin naked beside her. What exactly was Annette wanting from her?

And then there was that other thing: Dawson wasn't a prostitute. Sure, she touched women's naked bodies four days a week, but ... she didn't touch them there! It was illegal in this state. It was immoral in her head. And yet, it was getting her warm and wet down there, in her panties.

She knew she should nip this in the bud, but before she could help herself, she asked, "What ... what exactly are you asking for ... and ... what do you mean by ... worthwhile?"

 

[Undercoverseeke]

At least it wasn't an out-and-out rejection. That was promising. And she hadn't recoiled at her touch. This girl might not be a lesbian, but Annette was sure she had to have experimented at some point. The fact that she was so adept at handling her breasts was proof that she at least knew what she was doing.

"I'm sure your co-workers have talked to you about past clients," she replied in a low voice. "And that I tip well. If you touch me... if you help me orgasm... I can make sure that tip is even higher."

 

[Alice2015]

Help you orgasm, Dawson thought. Right to the point, I guess.

Annette wasn't being vague anymore, that was for certain. Regardless of how good Dawson was with her hands, she was pretty damn certain that Annette wasn't going to get off just having her nipples pinched. Annette most definitely wanted Dawson's hands down there, between her thighs...

Or ... were they still even talking about just Dawson's hands?

Before she committed to anything, Dawson was desperate for details. Fingers only? Mouth, too? Dawson was hesitant to ask, fearing that Annette would either think she was too prudish or would call it off, realizing that she'd been too forward with the girl.

She didn't want either of those two things to happen before she had a chance to decide for certain yea or nay, so she delayed Annette's possible withdrawal by pointing out with a soft voice, "I ... could get in trouble. Get fired. Go to jail even ... couldn't I? I mean ... I'm not saying no, I just ... I need this job."

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Annette reached up and took one of Dawson's hands in hers. She had scared the girl... time to do damage control. Time to calm her down.

"Dear... I wouldn't let that happen. You've been wonderful so far, and I wouldn't dream of hurting you just to please myself." She stroked one oil-softened hand gently. "You think I'd let them just send you packing? The owners wouldn't dare... not if they want my continued patronage." Or the occasional gifts she slipped them to look the other way when she got her pleasure from one of the masseuses.

"Just your touch," she whispered now. "Just your wonderfully talented hands. That's all I need."

 

[Alice2015]

"Dear... I wouldn't let that happen..."

Dawson was reassured by Annette's words and vows to protect her. She didn't truly and consciously realize it, of course, but she wanted to do this. She wanted to explore this woman's body and both see if she enjoyed touching another woman in that way and could cause the kind of pleasure and satisfaction for which Annette was promising to pay her.

And the feel of Annette taking her hand, gently squeezing it, caressing her oiled fingers, was only heightening the itch that Dawson was beginning to very much feel between her own thighs.

"Just your touch ... Just your wonderfully talented hands. That's all I need."

Dawson considered the idea for another moment, then smiled politely to Annette. She didn't tell the beautiful woman she was going to do this. Instead, she simply answered by once again reaching one hand to Annette's breast and first caressing it, then squeezing it gently, then lightly pinching its large, pert nipple ... while the other hand -- which had been motionless upon the woman's flat belly during the entire exchange -- slowly began to caress its way downward.

Dawson tried to maintain eye contact with Annette -- tried to maintain a serious lover's stare -- but couldn't withstand the more mature, more experienced, and more knowing woman's gaze. She diverted her eyes first to the breast she was handling, then -- risking it -- looked to the towel that her fingertips were just now reaching.

She didn't lift it up and away but instead slipped her fingers underneath it slowly. Dawson didn't know whether she was going to find a natural patch of hair, a landing strip, or just bare skin, but when she found it, she hesitated just a moment before she continued. She began to feel the softer skin of the upper extent of Annette's pussy and, yet again, hesitated for just a moment.

She looked back up to Annette for her reaction and -- unconsciously -- the woman's go ahead for continuing. When she got it, Dawson looked back to the woman' lower body, and moved her hand further, immediately finding Annette's swollen clit ... as well as finding the beautiful blonde's reaction to the discovery...

 

[Undercoverseeke]

Annette arched her back, moaning softly as her breast was squeezed and toyed with. She bit her lip and half-lidded her eyes in an expression of rapture. Mmmm, this girl knew what she was doing...

"Go on," she breathed.

In response came the touch beneath the towel. Dawson would find the hair between her legs trimmed in a neat landing strip, and the clit already swollen and hot with desire. Her moan was louder this time, but still not any louder than the moans clients would make during a regular massage session, and she spread her legs to give Dawson better access. Pleasure throbbed through her body, and it was all she could do not to make too many loud noises.

"Y-yes... don't stop..."

 

[Alice2015]

"Y-yes... don't stop..."

Dawson looked from where her hand was massaging Annette's clit under the towel to the client's face. She was obviously enjoying the younger woman's gently moving fingers. Dawson suddenly felt a sense of pride at being able to make the woman feel so good. She would never have imagined feeling like this.

"Do you prefer this..." Dawson said, changing her manipulation of Annette's sensitive nub to a side-to-side. Then, returning to an up and down but at a bit faster pace, she asked, "Or ... something like this?"

Dawson looked back down toward Annette's groin and wished she could view the woman's pussy while she worked it. Instead of outright indicating that she wanted to see more, though, the quick thinking Dawson asked with a helpful tone, "Would you be more comfortable with the towel removed, Anne?"