The Purple Shots

The client

Melinda's pov

I never thought I would be a massage therapist. I sort of fell  into it by accident. I was helping a friend who had neck and shoulder pains . She said that I should go into massage with the type of hands I had. She said that she felt the pain leave her  body. "Really ?, you think I'm that good at it?" " Do Bird's fly?" She answered. After that I took some time to really think about it. Why Not?. You never know what can happen, maybe I can make a Caeer out of it. So I went to school to become a massage therapist. Who knew so much went into becoming one, mainally learning

about the body and how it works. But I stuck the program out and soon I graduated.I was now a massage therapist. I loved it, making people's pain go away, the pay wasn't bad either. Then one day I got a unexpected call into the office. My boss imformed me that a " Special client requested me". " Who?" I asked. " You won't know until you get there" he said. Who was this person? I wondered.  All I was told was to pack my bags and that I was being flown out the next day. Who ever was flying me out must really want me. I went home and started to pack my bags.

I found out I was being flown out to Minnesota. Who could this person be?. I was picked up from the airport and was being driven to my client. I was enjoying the view on the way, then something came into view and complete shock and nerves hit me. I know this place, it happened to be the place of one of my favorite artists. A man known for his music. Minnesota home to.... Prince. I was being pulled up to Paisley Park. I quickly tried to pull it together. I had a job to do, but how do you do that when you are about to be face to face with someone you 

admire?. I was shown to the front door where I saw a small framed woman" This way ma'am " she said leading the way. I walked through the place seeing his pictures everywhere, it was unreal. Then it hit me, I would be touching Prince, Prince!. I always had a thing for him, how am I going to do this?. " This room Ma'am " she said leading me in." He will be down in a minute " she added closing the door. " Breathe Melinda" I told myself. After what seemed longer then a minute the door opened and I was meet with big honey hazel eyes. He was dressed in the most silk 

purple pajama I ever seen. " I'am Prince" his deep voice said. " you sure are" I wanted to say, but instead said " I'am Melinda " and shook his hand that he had extended. " I heard you are a excellent massage therapist , and I'am in need of one, the one I had wasn't working " he said . I cleared my thoat still trying to process that Prince was in front of me. " How can I help?" I asked hoping my voice sounded calm." I just got off tour and my hips are hurting" he said. Since I followed his music I seen how much he put into his performance, I wasn't surprised.

" When can I start? "  I asked. " Right now would be great" he said pointing to a massage table which I hadn't noticed while still in shock. " Ok" I said trying to keep it together. " I'll go change" he said turning to leave. " You can do this " I kept saying to myself. He returned wrapped in a trowel.  I couldn't help to admire his body, his chest, his v line, his...." Stop it Melinda! "I said to myself internally . He laid on the table. Well here we go. I started  to work his hips, careful to not massage to hard . I was surprise how tense he was in his hips area. " Relax" I said. I continued to massage the area remembering how I was thought about pressure points and how to work the 

pain out. Suddenly he moaned , not like on his songs, like a full on real sexy moan, my hands almost stopped because he caused a reaction in me. " Iam going to hire you to come on tour with me" he said. Did  I hear what I thought I heard?

8 months later

I have been on tour with Prince and its been amazing, but lately I been feeling a shift in the business relationship,his eyes seemed more on me, was it just me and what I was feeling?. The man was one walking temptation and I felt myself being drawn in by him, I can't let it happen, this is my job, I don't want to lose it , but also don't want to look unprofessional.  I needed to talk with him. I waited for him to come in for a session. " Mr . Nelson... " I started "Prince" he corrected me quickly . He had been for weeks trying to get me to call him prince.  " Prince, I 

Don't think I can continue with you" I said, "Why?"  he asked with his eyebrow raised. I then proceed to go on a ramble, not sure if I was even making sense." I don't know maybe it's just me, I 'am sorry" I said. I made my way to the door. Suddenly I felt hands turning me around and being pushed against the wall. "it 's not that easy" he said as his lips crashed on mine. My lips quickly responded . "You made my hips feel better, lets test it out shall we" . Next thing I know the buttons are being popped, and I feel a breeze , leaving me in my pink bra. But that didn't last 

Because that got ripped, then hands trailed under by skirt and my panties got ripped and thrown somewhere. Skirt pulled down, I was bare. He must of picked up on my uncomfortable feeling being the only one bare, because he quickly started to undress. Something shinny got my attention, His gold chain. My mouth watered. Now equal, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. Soft pillows caught me.  He lower himself to me. My hands traced his v line and his hip chain. He begins to suckle, causing me to arch .  I begin to taste the honey skin  working my way down to fully explore him, making him moan when I come to my destination .

Unable to take it anymore he flips me over and ends the play by finally letting me feel all of him, entering. " Mr Nelson" . I feel a slap on my butt. "Prince" he demands. I refuse, not wanting to stop the game , he repetes his strokes and  making  me feel all of him until finally I said  "PRINCE!"

" Thats better " he said falling to rest on top of me.