My boring client , the masseuse .

I woke up looking at Enzo, I think he's so beautiful when he sleeps, he's like a child, my man, my hottie, I'm sorry these last few months have been so complicated. I took a deep breath, stretched myself and took the courage to get up, it was going to be a difficult day, I had no idea what to say to Vilma, it gave me chills just to think about it. And I still had Marcelo's "by the bag". I hate swearing, but that pretty much defines my client. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I started to prepare myself, I chose the perfume, one that maybe Vilma would like. I think she didn't like the last one I wore. It's worth almost anything to win her client's favor. After all, she's the one who's going to pay me the commission that I so badly need. I put on my lipstick, I combed my hair, oh, my God, I need to paint, my white hair's coming out. I kissed Enzo, he woke up and I put on my earrings. "Bye, my love". "This early?" I'm going to take one of those buses. Can you take the kids to school?" "You can leave". I kissed the boys, and I ran to the garage, and I got in the car, and the phone started ringing. "Hello!" I said. "Where are you?" "Leaving the house, Marcellus. I left it on speaker and it's driving. "Do you still have it?" "Marcelo, I can't get to Vilma's house while she's still asleep. Call me as soon as you're out of there". "You can leave. He became mute, unbelievable, besides selfish, ill-mannered. ♪ ♪ I arrived at Vilma's residence shortly after eight o'clock in the morning. It was a three-story mansion where she lived. Old, classic, English style. A little sober for my taste, antique furniture and the floor of sticks only made the interior darker. I rang the doorbell, but they didn't answer for a long time, they unlocked the noisy iron door, and Mrs. Vilma's secretary, who answered my phone yesterday, came in. "Good afternoon". "Hello, do you remember me, Lara, the stockbroker?" The young woman in her thirties, dressed in a nurse's uniform, gave me a yellow smile and motioned for me to come in. "I wanted to see Mrs. Vilma, is she awake yet?" "She's... she's still getting dressed. "It hasn't gotten any better?" "A little, I don't know if you'll be able to see the lady". "Gosh, honey, see if I can talk to her, they're kicking my ass to settle the land sale". I made the face of a dog that had fallen from the move, and the girl said that she would do whatever she could, but that she couldn't guarantee anything, so she asked me to wait in the office. And as I expected, it was already ten o'clock when the office door squeaked and Mrs. Vilma came in sitting in a wheelchair, a certain look of despair and as always very well dressed in a printed dress with a pearl necklace around her neck. "My dear one!" "Mrs. Vilma", he said. I stood up to greet her. "I wasn't expecting you today, let alone so soon". "Sorry, Mrs. Vilma, it's business, my customers are anxious". "Have a seat, have a seat". Vilma listened without looking at me, occasionally wiping her nose with a tissue, sometimes admiring one of the paintings in the room. Her white hair reminded me of Queen Elizabeth, and there was a beautiful brooch on her blue silk dress. I'm sorry to seem like I'm putting pressure on you, but it's the banks that are asking for a quick solution. "I don't like it when people ask me to make a decision in a hurry, and my husband always told me not to make decisions 'in a hurry,'" she says. "I see your point". Vilma began coughing and sneezing. The secretary arrived with a tray supporting a crystal cup and some medicine. "Thank you, my daughter". The girl made a measurement and left as she entered, silent and discreet. When the door closed Vilma stared at me, it seemed that the medicines were beginning to take effect. Her gaze seemed more lively, her face became more flushed. "So, darling, I have a secret to tell you. I like you, so I'm going to tell you what's going on". "Why not, some health problem?" "No, no, nothing like that. She roasted her nose, coughed, there was a certain discomfort in it. "The problem is that a grandson, Hiran, you don't know him. Well, he presented me with a new proposal. Other businessmen who were also interested in my land". "I see, and the proposal is better than ours?" "No, well... yeah. In a way, yeah". I wasn't getting anything. "What do you mean?" "Their value is a little lower than yours, your client's, but"... She started coughing again, my heart raced, I tried to help her by handing her the glass of water. Thank you, thank you, honey. "Better? But if the offer is lower, I'm not understanding what's the advantage of accepting a lower value on your land? Can you tell the value?" "Oh, my daughter, my grandson asked me not to reveal, but the problem is that what's left of your proposal after you withdraw your commission is less than the amount they're going to pay me". "What do you mean, minor, even after you deduct the commission, their value is higher than ours?" "Stay, that's what Hiran said. "No, not at all". "My dear grandson, a very good person. Even because my inheritance will end up being his. My children I neither the widows, what to say of the other grandchildren. "I see". There was this awkward silence, and I stared at my shoes while she pretended to adjust her wristwatch until she finally spoke. "What if your customers make a new offer, something that compensates for the amount I'll have to pay you?" That kind old lady, like a fairy-tale queen, was smarter than I thought, and she obviously knew they wouldn't do it, even though Marcellus had already promised me a price on the side. I'd already reduced my value on certain occasions to ensure some return, but just when I needed the money the most, it wasn't my day. I made a move just to feel the ground I was stepping on. "I don't think they'd do that Mrs. Vilma, it's the maximum offer they're willing to make". "Well, my grandson told me that the only solution he sees for your clients to buy the land is for you to agree to go without the commission. But I don't think that's a good solution, I don't want you to work for free". I looked at her studying the widow. She had an innocent smile on her face, a sweet person. Cynical! That's what came to my mind. She and her grandson just wanted to make more money at my expense, the problem was that I had no way of knowing the value of the oyster offered. How could I know? "I appreciate your concern for my work Mrs. Vilma". I gave my best smile even with an overwhelming desire to get rid of this Hiran. "I know you're an excellent professional. I can tell just by looking at you. But the fact is that we have to be pragmatic when it comes to business, that's what my husband always told me. Good advice. Don't you agree?" "Of course you are". "Hiran also thinks, like his grandfather... that my grandson has always given me good advice, you understand?" "Well, I'll see what I can do. We'll talk again". I said goodbye and walked out, my head spinning, a rage eating away at me. "Old whore!" I was talking loudly when I got in the car, and I left halfway, it was more than half a day, and I stopped at the Vicar's for lunch, and I was half dizzy with hunger. While I was having lunch, I looked at my phone and found it strange, no message from Marcelo, at least not for more than five hours, the problem is that I needed to communicate the news to the subject. I decided to write instead of call. 'We have a problem with Vilma. I thought he was going to answer me right away, but it wasn't until I left the restaurant that he did. "Offerta, stranger, I'm at home, come over here and tell me what happened". I thought he was gonna scream, yell, but he wasn't, and he didn't look like the same unpleasant guy who hired me. ♪ ♪ I arrived at his condo shortly after 2:00 a.m., the sun was strong, the heat was like a furnace, and I rang the doorbell and they let me in. "Dr. Marcellus is in the massage room". They pointed it out to me, and I walked in, and there was a sauna, and there was the nice smell of eucalyptus, and there was some gym equipment in another room, and I heard voices coming from a room in the back. When I came in, I was startled by what I didn't expect, Marcelo lying on a bed with a cream upholstery, a soft smell of Pachouli, an Indian music being played, some vases of flowers of various kinds, and next to him, a little girl with her back to me and her face to him. "Will you excuse me?" Marcelo turned his face, it seemed that he was asleep. The young woman, a black woman with protruding cheeks, black eyes, greeted me with a nod. She was wearing a white, loose, crooped T-shirt, which left visible the marks of the breasts. They were the shape of drops, they are the most beautiful, I think. I wish! She was wearing lycra trousers up to the knees, there were no marks of an underwear. Was she a masseuse or another escort? "Lara, at last!" Good afternoon, Marcellus. There was this silence between the two of them, until Marcelo realized that he hadn't made the introductions. Lara, this is Ayana, my masseuse. We hold hands and greet each other. "Do you want me to wait outside?" "No, tell me the news while she massages me. We can't waste time". "Wouldn't it be better if we had a private conversation?" The girl began to sprinkle a fragrant oil on the man's back. Marcelo began to groan as she tightened his muscles. "Uuuuhh! Well... no problem Lara. Ayana is Nigerian, doesn't understand a word of Portuguese. Only speaks English and Yoruba". I looked at the girl, but she didn't pay any attention to me. I squeezed Marcellus' ribs with my forearm and elbow. He no longer groaned, he screamed. You could hear the crackling of his bones and the stretching of his muscles. "Go wife tell me. "Vilma has another offer from his grandson, a man named Hiran". "Hiran!? Aaaaaa! Oooohh! I have never heard of it!" The girl seemed to like to hear her customers scream, she had an evil smile on her face, she bent Marcellus' arm and hand as if he were made of rubber. "Neither. She just told me. We're going to have trouble". "Is the offer better? Is it higher?" The girl fixed the towel on his waist, showing the folds of his hips. She walked towards his legs, until she stood face to face with his feet. She raised her right leg and began to pull her fingers as if to tear them off. Then she massaged the sole of his foot, anointing her hand with Pachoulli-scented oil. "No, it's smaller than ours". I don't understand why she's in doubt, only because it's her grandson's. He howled like a wounded animal when Ayana dislocated her ankle, and then he bent his leg and foot as far as he could. I didn't know how to tell what the problem was. I measured the words before I spoke. Ayana moved to the other side of the table and did the same with the other leg. I approached the table, Marcelo's skin was shining and he kept shouting. "Aaaah, shit, Ayana, whoa, whoa". You could hear the sound of the bones coming into place. "The problem, Marcellus, is that... the commission, the commission is now the problem". "Commission? Why? If the proposal is smaller, what's the problem with the commission?" "From what I understand, when you take away my commission the amount she receives will be less". I was fascinated by the masseuse's technique. She would massage her calves and then her thighs at a mind-blowing pace. Marcelo had very noticeable thighs, by the way, by his size he must be one of those 'gym rats'. "Uuuummmm! Wellmmm! Their commission is lower?" "No commission, that's what she said". Marcelo must have been counting in his head. The girl looked at me with eyes like two jabuticabas swimming in a white cream. Her cheeks swelled, she opened a smile that was decidedly cheeky. She moved Marcelo's legs away and let me see the guy's eggs. We exchanged glances even though I didn't quite understand why she was doing that. I was startled when Marcellus shouted. "Then take it off!" "What is it?" "Take your fucking commission!" The sapeka girl pulled out the towel and exposed almost half of her butt. Her fingers descended into the middle of Marcellus' flesh. "I can't work for free, Marcellus". Ayana please, piranha! I smelled a strong smell of arnica, the girl had opened a small metal jar, she peeled off the tip of her finger, she passed the whitened cream and stuck her finger in the middle, laughing in a daring way, looking straight at me. It was like, "Aaaahh! Aaaannhh!" Marcellus groaned, feeling his finger massaging the entrance of the anus, the man leaning on his knees, his butt sticking up, like he didn't even care that I was there. I could see his penis rubbing against the padded fabric, Marcelo was one of those who shaves completely, as many women do. Ayana still teasing me, her finger twirling around the wrinkled circumference of the man. "Stop, girl, what the fuck, can't you see I'm talking?" Ayana wasn't expecting a fight, so she got clumsy, covered Marcelo again, and started massaging his other arm. "So Lara? You're not going to walk away shaking hands. I promised you a percentage. That's a lot more than you make selling those middle-class apartments". I felt a pain in my neck, a pain in my back, I was tense with it all, Marcelo, Vilma, the girl, everyone plotting against me, I shouldn't have even gotten out of bed. "It wouldn't be a problem if it was my husband's financial difficulties. "Ahh! Spare me Lara. A deal worth millions, me and my partners cannot lose this negotiation. The land is only a part. The French are interested in building an automobile factory in Brazil. Your commission cannot be an obstacle". I didn't know what to say, really, the 50 grand he was going to give me was a lot of money, but it didn't solve the problem with the construction company, so I moved my neck and I felt him pop, and Marcelo sat on the couch and then he covered his penis with the towel. He didn't seem nervous, he had a sleepy face. "I'll see what I can find out about this"... "Hiran". What is that? "That old lady's too smart for my taste". I didn't like the way she told me the whole story. I didn't even notice when Ayana stood behind me. I was talking and suddenly the hand pressed on my neck, came a point from above down, like an electric shock. I looked to the side, and I saw the girl massaging my shoulders and laughing. "Relax, you are very tense". Her accent and my limited English, I didn't understand what she said. Marcelo understood and translated. "I said you're tense, that's obvious, you can see it on your face". He got up holding the towel, barely covering his private parts. Well Julia warned that it was huge. Ayana went to get a robe. Marcellus dressed in front of me, I saw much more than I should. He got dressed, tied the knot loosely, yawned again and walked out, yanked it up and whispered in my ear, laughed and looked at me. "She wants to know if you'd like a massage?" I laughed. I wasn't expecting the offer. "It would be nice, but I can't afford her price". "That's no problem. I'll give it to you as a gift. You'll see how good it is. Do you speak English?" "I got it". "It doesn't need much. Let me go, I'll go to the sauna and then to bed. Ayana, please. She stays with you". It was only then that I realized I wanted a massage, yes, but not a torture like that. "Take a shower, first". The young woman pointed in the direction of the shower, I understood and I went in the direction she pointed. I undressed, put the clothes on a shelf. I noticed that the girl was watching me, a vague smile on her face. And it got me all worked up, and I grabbed a towel, and I went in, and I closed the glass door, and I put the towel on a stand, and I turned on the shower, and I took a punch to my chest, my breasts, and I stood on my back, and the shower hammered me from my shoulders down to my hips. I found a bag of liquid soap, poured it on my hand and spread it, the wet beating now crushing my thighs as I soaked my breasts and face, the smell of lavender mixing with the steam from the shower. If I could, I'd stay there for hours, but I had a girl waiting outside, and I had my own house to take care of, so I turned off the shower and spent my hands combing my hair. I don't know how I'm going to explain this at home, I thought, so I wiped myself and came out wrapped in a towel, stepping on my toes so I wouldn't feel the cold of porcelain. Ayana wipes the oil stains off the stretcher. Hands crossed behind your back over the ripped bundle, like a professional waiting for a customer. "Sleeping with you?" "Please". So that's what I did. I opened the towel and I lay on my stomach. I didn't know what to do with my hands. Ayana resolved my discomfort, put a towel on my buttocks. I put my hands under my head as a support. She brought me a small pillow, pulled my arms and stretched them along my body. I focused on the music that was playing, the sound of a violin. "Hard or soft?" Soft, soft, please. I'm glad she asked me because I didn't want anything as strong as what she put on Marcellus, and she started twirling her hands around, spreading the warm oil all over my body, greasing me from my shoulder blades to my waist. I could feel the effects of the girl's nimble fingers on my back. I could see her belly, her small navel, her vagina biting the lycra shorts. There were no hair marks. She massaged my temples, the sides of my neck, and I felt my blood flowing faster, which was more than relaxing. I was like, "Hummmm!" "Good, very good?" "Yes, very good, very good". And she started massaging my arm, and she moved away from me, and even though I was in deep pain, it was like a pleasure coming from inside, and it was exciting, and her fingers were touching my arm, and her hand was stretching my fingers, and I could hear the crackling of the bones. Ayana bending and twisting my fist, even at a slow pace, that was stimulating, my bones coming together. I didn't even notice when she moved over to my legs, dripping the warm oil on my thighs, on my calves, twisting her hands in a strong way, stimulating my blood circulation, and then using her fingers to give me unfamiliar sensations in my body. You saw the touches on my feet, bending, twisting, forcing, stretching my fingers, opening and greasing, my body glowing, my muscles vibrating, an erotic sensation mixed with a relaxation of the mind. I was like, "Aaaahhh! Uuuuuuhh!" Enjoying yourself? "Yeah, yeah, you know". I answered, but I deduced more than I understood. From her feet she began to massage my other leg, her voice became more sensual, more hoarse. "You are so beautiful, Lara. "Do you like, my body?" She laughed and laughed and spread my legs. The same way she did with Marcellus. She put her hand between my hips. She felt my warmth. My body trembled, it was invasive, almost abusive. And yet that was what he was asking for. Weird, audacious and very sweet. What could she do? That's what I thought. Fear mixed with shame and also with the deepest desire. Ayana squeezed my buttocks, scratched me with her fingers. "Beauty, such beauty!" "Girl, I was... My belly caught fire, my groin sweated and she realized. Ayana laughed, understanding what my body wanted. Her finger went in the middle, pulling away my lips, examining me with a curious girl's look. She was the first woman to do this, and she could be my daughter. I like it, you like it, huh?" Please, I don't know. And I didn't really know, I already owned my body, my emotions, I just reacted to what she did, instinctively I leaned on my knees, pushed my big ass, the same way Marcellus had done, offering myself to her, to her touches, Ayana opened and saw my orifices, my anus, the opening of the vulva. She spit, yes, the bitch dropped a long drop that wet my ass and flowed down my vagina, and with her fingers she spread that spit in my holes, in my clitoris, and stimulated me by twisting her fingers the way I like. "Aaaahh, pease, girl, you've got to be kidding me". "Wow, you are so hot, Lara, hot and wet". "Aaahh, please, ooohh! I've never, you know, done anything with another woman. Oooohhh!" I was trying not to make fun of her, not with her looking at my secrets, but the problem was she caught me off guard. He didn't ask, he didn't say anything, he just opened me up and invaded me, touched me from the inside until he found my most sensitive spot, and I groaned uncontrollably. "Aaaahhh! Ooouuuu! Uuuuuhh!" and I was like, "Wow! My mouth pulsated, my juices trickled down my lips, and I became more and more tense, with my hips stretched open in front of the girl. She spit in my anus again. "Ooh, man, this is nice. She laughed and roared, twirled her fingers around the ring, a lot of sensations surfacing there, my ass pulsating, opening and closing. "You want here, yeah, this way?" As I was almost on my knees, she put her hand under my body and touched my vagina. She caressed me, masturbated me, while her finger pierced my ring. It was opening me, slowly entering. Lubricated, I could not resist. I closed my eyes, nailed my chin to the pillow, still with my arms outstretched, like a puppy being stimulated. "Aaaaaahh! Mmmm! Uuuuuuhhh! What are you doing here?" I enjoyed it in front of her, Ayana tasted my orgasm, it came out of me like an explosion, I moaned like it hurt, but it was just the pleasure and the tension coming out of me. Ayana didn't say anything, she just patted me on the back, on the shoulders, while I was breathing. Very good, girl, very nice. I didn't know what to say, so I turned around and she laughed like it was the most ordinary thing. "Okay, can I continue?" I shook my head in a yes. What did it matter if she now saw my vagina? I straightened myself, stretched my legs, put my hands on my belly. Ayana uncrossed my arms and put them back together, she pushed my legs apart, my thighs, she made me understand that she wanted the soles of my feet to touch. It was stimulating, being exposed there to the girl's merchandise and the soles of my feet giving me exciting sensations. I was hers, and we both knew, and Ayana did as before, took a pot and stuck her fingers in it, and with her wedge-shaped hand let the soft oil drip down on my belly, then on my breasts and arms. I didn't feel guilty, a little bit ashamed, but what I really wanted to know was how far she would take me. "Your tits are so big, man? "Thanks. But I envy yours. They are beautiful". You could see the hard beaks pointing at the crooped one she was wearing, and lying there I could see her breasts dripping beneath the fabric. Slightly daring I stretched out my arm, tucked my hand inside her blouse, under the crooped. She stopped and followed my gesture, I passed my fingers feeling the silky skin, the hard chest, the nipple getting excited. I grabbed and crushed until she made a face of pain. I nibbled the nipple laying the hard beak. Thank you, Lara. She showed me those beautiful teeth, those big kisses, the girl was sulking, her eyes were sparkling, and it was nice to know that a girl could be turned on by my touch. The two of us would massage each other, Ayana twirling her hands on my belly, me stroking her beautiful tits, her licking my breasts, squeezing, her fingers forming pincers until I was left with hard beaks. An intense intimacy, so different from the one I had with Enzo, staring at us and laughing, while she smoothed my belly, tickling my navel. Looking so deep, an electrical current holding us, it was pure hard-on coming out of the skin, Ayana caressing my vagina, her greasy hand covering my hair, coming down the folds, opening. "Oh, my God!" I trembled and she laughed, and my fingers discovered my grill, with only the tip of the slide wrapped in it, soft, delicate, and more and more indecent, until it made me suffer. I was like, "Aaaaah! Easy girl, easy, like this? I was trembling with anxiety, curious, it was delicious to be touched by someone who knows like us. "Yes, yes, good, oh my God!" She stuck her fingers in the middle, looking at me, bewitching me, driving me crazy, not even looking at me, just staring at me and doing, going in and out, deeper and deeper, fingers and fingers, if I heard a mellow sound coming out of me. "Ooohhh, God! Please! I'm going to have fun, aaaahh!" "Go Lara, go, not shame, not blame!" Ayana was fucking me good, my face was peeling, she was eating me with her wedge-shaped hand, all the way up to her fist, and I was vibrating, vibrating, and screaming, like an out-of-control freak. Ayana was bending over me. I put my hand in her crooped and squeezed the masseuse's chest. The faces were almost glued, I opened my mouth and she saw the same. Our tongues licked, our lips blushed. An incredible, unforgettable kiss, the tense kiss of two naughty girls, I lifted my legs, I opened, I offered myself whole, I wanted to be penetrated, my body begged. She understood, as I kissed deeply her arm to the middle. My God how it was possible, not even a penis was so thick. I didn't even know I could do it, the wonderful kiss, the incredible fuck, I groaned in the girl's mouth, I felt myself squirting on her, on the stretcher. Slowly Ayana stood up, showing me her hand wet in my juices, sucked one finger and licked the other. "Mmmm! Good! Crazy girl!" I was like, "What are you doing?" And finally it happened, in mine, a female orgasm that was mine, the lycra shorts became transparent, the marks of a young vagina fading? "Girl, look what we did!" I got up and sat down, and she gave me a hug and kissed me like a little girl, and it reminded me of Enzo after the orgasm, more than in love. She put her finger to her lips asking for a secret. I asked for the time. She looked like she didn't understand. I pointed at my wrist with the pointer. She understood. "Oh, half past five". "All of this?" Marcelo, Enzo, where did I put my face? But I didn't have time to think. I had to get out of there, and I still had to take another shower. Sorry, I need to... go home. I said, "Okay". "My husband, do you know?" I like you, Lara! And she looked at me with those old-fashioned jaboticaba eyes, made me feel even more ashamed. "I like you too".