His hand is on my leg. I'm pouring oil on his shoulder. He's squeezing me. I'm rubbing his tense muscles. It's my first day as a massage therapist. He's my first client. Why did he have to be a hot, confident guy? I refuse to get excited. I'm not that kind of girl. Not anymore. Besides, it's against the rules. Damnit. Now his fingers are... there. I'll just close my eyes and grind here for a bit. Feels so good. Nobody has to know.
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