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Happy Ending [One-shot **??SMUT??**]

You've been complaining to your bestie (A/N: bff/n = best friend forever name) about your back pain. You just started your internship at an office and the 8+ hours sitting already started to take a toll on you.
"Girl, I know exactly what you need! A massage!" -she was groping your shoulder so hard, it hurt but once she left, you always felt better.
"Noooo~..." -you whined. "You're all I need!"
"That's cute but hear me out." -she sat next to you. "There's this new place in Chinatown, apparently they do nails as well. We can have like a girls' day, spa-like feeling..."
"Hm, I guess I do deserve a break..."
"Yes, you do!" -she agreed.
The next Saturday you and (bff/n) went to Chang Dai, which was operating as the front for the nail salon and massage parlour.
"Hi, I have an appointment to get my nails done, and she has the appointment for a massage." –(bff/n) said to the girl at the reception.
"Yes." -she said after typing. "You can sit at the table and you" -she looked at you. "Go in that room and he'll be with you shortly. Don't undress yet."
"He?" -you looked at the girl stunned. You did not want a random man to feel you up all over to his liking!
"Ah, don't worry, he's a nice guy! Really good with his hands and super professional." -the receptionist tried to calm your nerves.
"I'm not feeling comfortable...."
"Just go! You need it!" –(bff/n) pushed you in the direction of said door.
You went in. It was a nice room, half-lit, plunky calming music playing quietly with a heavy scent of oils. You sat down in an armchair and waited for your masseur.
He walked in not so long after you.
"Hi, miss!" -he greeted. "My name's Shorter Wong and I'll be your masseur today." -he put out a hand.
Seriously?! – you thought. This guy is NOT a professional masseur!
He was sporting a purple mohawk and an eyebrow piercing. He was chewing loudly on a chewing gum. He even wore sunglasses indoors! That's ridiculous – you huffed to yourself.
"And your name, miss?" -he asked, because you didn't speak.
"(Y/n)." -you finally said.
"Nice to meet you, (y/n)!" -he gave you a reassuring smile.
"Are those shades necessary?" -you asked. "And the chewing gum?"
"Right, sorry!" -he chuckled and got rid of them. "Now..." -he clapped his hands together. "Where do you feel pain?"
"My back and shoulder."
"Any allergies?"
"None."
"Okay. I'd like you to get undressed and pop on the table, face in the hole." -he instructed you as he fished out a towel from a drawer. "Once you're done, cover yourself with this. Oh, and underwear is optional."
No, this isn't professional at all. -you sighed to yourself but all you said was ''Thanks!" with a fake smile.
Shorter left until you got in position. He gave you a good five minutes alone to get yourself sorted. You kept the underwear on.
"Let's begin." -he said in a soothing voice. His hands started massaging your shoulders and upper back. You let out a happy sigh. It felt really good. "Is the pressure okay?" -he asked.
"Yeah." -you admitted.
Maybe he is a professional. Shorter worked on your shoulders a little more as you were very stiff, your arms and hands. He moved the towel so he could get your lower back. You felt a bit conscious how low the towel was.
"Is that okay?" -he asked.
"It's my first time." -you said.
"You're in good hands."
You could have sworn he was feeling up your ass, but he did such a fine job massaging your lower back you let that one pass. He walked to your foot and started massaging them. You did not mention your feet hurting. It must be included -you thought, enjoying the pamper session. The towel was moved around you once more. It was rarely covering your butt. Yeah, opting for the panties was a good idea -you agreed to your past self.
Left lower leg. Right lower leg.
Left upper leg. Right upper leg.
Left butt cheek. Right butt cheek.
Shorter slid a finger between your folds in your panties.
"What the fuck?!" -you jumped up. You covered yourself in the towel.
"Hey, (y/n), it's cool, you told me it's your first time..."
"What the hell are you talking about?!" -you were almost shouting.
"Your first time with a happy ending." -he shrugged.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" -you shouted. What is this godforsaken place?!
"Hang on! What did you mean when you said this is your first time?"
"THAT THIS IS MY FIRST TIME GETTING A PROFESSIONAL MASSAGE!"
"Oh, shit...! So you actually meant a massage, nothing else?!"
"YES!" -you were clutching to the towel like your life depended on it. Oh my God, what the hell is happening to me?! This isn't real, there is a perfect explanation. I must be hearing things!
"I-I got 80 bucks! 50 bucks, regular massage. 80 bucks, happy ending!" -he tried to explain.
"I ONLY EVER PAID 50, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"
"..."
And then it hit you.
"I'm gonna fuckin' kill her!" -you knew what was up now. You paid the price for a regular massage, but your dear friend (bff/n) must have paid the difference to have you some action. "Just because I haven't had sex for 4 months..." -you were massaging your forehead.
"4 months?" -Shorter repeated. "Damn."
"Could you get the hell out?! Please?!" -you growled at him.
He didn't say a word just left.
You hurriedly got dressed. You never felt so embarrassed and humiliated. You stormed out of the room to see (bff/n) giggling with the nail technician over some gossip.
"Thanks very much!" -you shouted. "I had no idea he would do that!"
"What?" -she looked at you all confused.
"What were you thinking?"
"Well, he is your type and James really broke your heart, so I thought... " -she shrugged.
James was your ex-boyfriend who left you 4 months ago. You weren't looking to hook up ever since. (A/N: it's a random name popped to my head :P)
"Urgh, you're disgusting!" -you slapped her head. "I don't even know him! I'm not gonna fuck him like that!" -you blushed.
"Actually..." -Shorter was right behind you.
Oh, God! Please, no! -you wished the earth would just swallow you in and save you from another embarrassing moment.
"It's not fuckin, it's about the pleasure of the client. It doesn't involve sexual intercourse..." -he kept talking.
"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THIS!" -your face went even more red. This was your breaking point. "I'll be going home now! And I don't want to see you for a very long time!" -you spat the last sentence to (bff/n)'s direction and marched out.
You reached the end of the street when you heard someone shouting your name.
It was Shorter.
"Go away!" -you yelled.
"I'm really sorry." -he panted. He must have ran really fast to catch up to me. -you thought. "Here." -he gave you a voucher.
"Do you think I'll go back to that place?"
"I do house calls."
"That's even worse..." -you muttered.
"Look, we just started. We don't do refunds." -he informed you. "But I can offer a facial... " -you stared at him with a blank face.
"Facial...? You mean...?" -you couldn't help but think of another pornographic scenario.
"I-I mean with creams and massage ARGH.... Fuck!" -he put his head against the wall. "I give up. This sounds so wrong."
"Yeah." -you chuckled. You finally saw how embarrassed he was as well. Not being the only one in the boat made you feel a little better. "You wanna start over or something?"
"Fo' realz?" -he looked at you dumbfounded.
"Fo' realz." -you nodded with a shy smile. (bff/n) was right, he really was your type.
"I'd really love to." -he sighed in relief. "I'm so sorry..."
"I'm more mad at my friend." -you stopped him. You looked at the voucher. "When does this expire?"
"3 months."
"I guess I'll be back by then... Shorter."
"I'll be waiting for you, (y/n)!"
With this the two of you bid farewell.

And you were back in a couple of days for ayour facial treatment...

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I let you decide what kind of facial it was .  I hope you liked it! That's for now, a short one-shot for you sweet weebs! votes and comments are appreciated :)