An Unlikely Threesome/ Friday Girl Part 2

Who doesn't like a little filth on a Tuesday evening? Here is the highly anticipated second and final part of my short story. If you haven't read part 1 I suggest you scroll down and read it now or just click here. Enjoy ;)

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“I saw your massage girl at The Heat premiere last weekend,” Bill’s muffled voice brings me temporary relief.

“She was attracting a fair bit of attention.” He continues.

The chiro nods his head in recognition as he unwraps a tiny needle and proceeds to stick it firmly in Bill’s lower back. Ouch.

“Yeah, she’s an attractive girl, but I don’t know if I’m going to keep her on once I move to my new clinic.”

Bill lets out a lament of pain as yet another needle pierces his skin. I suddenly felt obliged to help Bill, a distraction.

“I can be your new massage girl,” I blurt out jokingly. All eyes are back on me.

“Do you give a good massage?” The chiropractor asks genuinely intrigued.

“Yeah, I guess I’m all right.” I say with feigned enthusiasm.

The next thing I know he is ushering me over to the massage board and for the first time since the consultation had begun my mind is completely silent apart from one fairly distinct word…fuck. My leg brushes Bill’s arm as I walk slowly around the table. A part of me wants to bend down and hold him but something deeper and more primal is drawing me towards the perfect stranger.

I now have a bird’s-eye view of Bill’s perfect back which is covered in a thin film of massage oil. The chiropractor prompts me to place my hands on the delicate patch of skin where the tiny needles had once been embedded. Even though I know nothing about this man I still have an acute desire to please him, my cheeks grow warm with embarrassment as we both realise that I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.

Suddenly I feel the chiropractor behind me and before I can react, his strong hands are gently grasping my forearms. This unexpected contact leaves me momentarily paralyzed. Slowly he leans into me, forcing all of my body weight onto Bill’s back. His hands large and muscular feel sublime on my skin and as he presses me harder and harder onto Bill’s body, he causally begins to explain the importance of body weight in deep tissue massage.

The pungent scent of his expensive cologne makes me woozy and apart from the fluid mobility he is enabling in my arms, my whole body is frozen with equal amounts of excitement and trepidation. Gradually he loosens his grip, allowing my hands to flow more freely on Bill’s torso. What the fuck am I doing? My adrenaline is pumping as if I had just finished a high intensity workout.

 I begin to withdraw slowing peeling my palms away from Bill’s skin but the chiropractor instantly stops me by reasserting his control over my weak limbs.

“The first and most important rule of giving a good massage, Sarah, is to never lose contact with the body.” He says threateningly.

By now his face is barely an inch away from mine and as he speaks I can almost taste the sweetness in his breath. I nod briefly in acquiescence making sure that every inch of my sticky palms are in contact with the flesh. Although I’m petrified that Bill will discover how much this little tutorial is arousing me, I can’t stop. I want more. I close my eyes momentarily and feel his mouth graze the back of my neck. His lips full and warm tease my skin and it takes every fiber in body to suppress the moans that are threatening to expose my bad behavior. My upper body responds instinctively but our hands continue to flow in perfect rhythm. He slowly directs me up the spine but remains standing upright as to supervise my every move. As my hands move further away from my body I feel my ass slowly bending into his crotch, powerless to stop it. He presses himself against me firmly in approval and I shudder squeezing Bills shoulders for support.

Bill unexpectedly lets out a moan of pleasure, which brings me back into the present moment. The chiro releases his grip and walks blithely over to a round container of hand wipes.

“She’s not bad Bill, not bad at all.” He winks at me before leaning over to type something into his computer.

Like a lion waking up from an afternoon nap Bill slowly makes his way up off the table, stretching each of his limbs and curling his back. I am still standing behind the board in shock at what had just occurred. Bill leans over and kisses my forehead.

“You did a good job, kid.”

I force an incredibly unconvincing smile before retuning to the leather chair to retrieve my belongings. Bill lazily begins to dress. The chiropractor holds the door open while Bill exits first, shaking his hand and expressing his gratitude. I pause at the door where the chiro is still standing, my heart pounding against my chest.

“It was nice to meet you.” I say, peering up at the striking young man.

As soon as the words are expelled from my lips I feel the abrasiveness of a thin object being slipped into my back jean pocket.

“It was nice to meet you too, Sarah” He smiles politely before waving in his next client.

When we get out into the car park, the cool air hits me like a sudden lashing of reality. I love Bill. My subconscious suddenly interjects - then why the fuck were you just grinding up against his practitioner quite literally behind his back? Bill walks ahead of me whilst fumbling with his phone.

“Sorry about that little pit stop, babe, you must have been so bored,” I can’t tell whether he’s talking to me or his beloved digital companion.

“I feel so much better now though,” he continues whilst unlocking the doors to his black Mercedes.

Bill felt better. I had no idea how I was feeling. Did I feel confused, overwhelmed or guilty? Perhaps it was sadness for I could never be Bill’s supportive girlfriend or even a compassionate lover as our intimate relations occurred too few and far between. This whole time I had been nothing but a curious bystander basking in a fantasy that had finally prevailed yet was soon to be trampled by cold hard reality. My heart sinks, I look at Bill who is gazing out the window consumed by thoughts of work, his next appointment, and most likely his next sexual conquest. Then it dawns on me, the exact feeling I’m trying to describe. It starts from the crown of my head and creeps down my body like a small yet lethal surge of electricity before stopping to linger just above my hips. I feel pain, lower back pain. I slip my hand into my back pocket and feel a small card bulging against the denim. I think I know a chiropractor who could fix that.