The Blind Massuer

I kept reminding myself not to give anything away, then I started massaging her.

Rosaline’s skin was very soft and smooth to the touch.

I massaged as usual, but after a while, Rosaline seemed dissatisfied.

“What are you doing? Didn’t your boss tell you how to do it?”

I was stunned.

Before I could react or respond, she grabbed my hands and pressed them against her backside.

I gulped as my trembling hands started to massage her behind.

Even though I had pretty much guessed that this was the nature of the hidden service on the top floor from what my boss had told me yesterday, I still felt nervous when I started to truly do it.

As I massaged her, she started to moan after a while.

I could hardly hold myself back from jumping on top of her when I looked at her seductive face.

I performed my best, and she trembled a few times in pleasure from my skills.

“You’re great at this.”

After I was done, Rosaline took a while to regain her composure. She then started to smoke.

I stood respectfully at the side.

She blew a smoke ring at me, took out a wad of cash, and placed it on the massage bed.

I did not shift my gaze to look at the money at all.

I was afraid that she was testing me.

As expected, I noticed her watching me out of the corner of my eyes.

When she saw that I did not react, she nodded in satisfaction.

“This is your tip. I’ll ask for your service again next time.”

She placed the cash in my hand.

I was secretly relieved. She was very cautious.

I pretended to feel the thickness of the stack of cash then put on a surprised face as I thanked her, “Thank you so much!”

Rosaline waved her hand dismissively. I took the money and slowly found my way out of the room.

After I left the room, I looked at the cash in my hand. It added up to around five thousand dollars. I found it a little unbelievable.

I had earned such a huge tip by just giving her a special massage?

I took a deep breath and stuffed the cash into my pocket before returning to the resting lounge.

After a while, my boss called me and praised me. He told me that the client was very satisfied with my performance. He kept telling me to keep up the good work.

I, of course, agreed readily.

My boss did not arrange any other clients for me after my appointment with Rosaline.

It seemed that not many clients paid for the service on the top floor. It was quality over quantity.

I went back home after my shift was done.

Rosaline’s alluring figure kept playing in my mind.

I did not even shower and let out my pent-up tension onto my wife.

The next day, I went to my full-time job as usual.

But when I reached the office building and was about to walk in, I saw Rosaline driving over.

I panicked and immediately turned around.

Rosaline did not notice me as she drove into the parking lot.

I sighed in relief.

I had to avoid her in the office. Otherwise, she would freak out if she found out that she was being serviced by a lowly salesman like me.

I finished my shift anxiously and immediately left for my other job when time was up.

I calmed myself and walked into the massage center.

To my surprise, Rosaline showed up again right after I had finished changing into my uniform.

She had a massage just yesterday, so why was she here again today?

Was she that desperate?

I stole a glance at her.

When she turned around, I immediately unfocused my eyes and gave her a massage again.

After yesterday’s experience, I was already familiar with her body. I knew all her sensitive parts.

I gave her a slight warm-up before I started my main tricks.

Rosaline moaned from my massage. Toward the end of the massage, she turned around and pinned me down against the massage bed.

I was shocked.

Even though I had fantasized about her before, I did not dare to actually do it.

But Rosaline had lost her reason.

She slapped my hands away and wanted to take my pants off.

I grabbed onto my pants tightly and said hurriedly, “No! I don’t provide such services.”

Her eyes briefly regained some clarity, but when she stared at the bulge in my pants, her eyes burned with desire again.

“Don’t you want to? I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars for it.”

She tempted me with money.

I hesitated and shook my head.

“Twenty thousand.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Thirty thousand.”

Rosaline did not even bat an eye.

I gulped.

“Fifty thousand!”

Rosaline looked offended as she straddled me.

“Don’t act like you’re so innocent!”

With a soft sigh, she sat on me.