Chapter 3

She worked slowly and with precision on Jon.  First making him sit with his arm to the side, then making him turn his head this way and that.

Then she made him lay on his back, running her hands around the back of his neck, into his hair line, damn it was soft; finding the little bumps that showed where it was out of alignment. ‘Ok I want you to take a deep breath in, now drop your shoulders, a little more.  Right let your head go floppy, that’s it, look toward the wall and up, relax shoulders a little more….’ And with that she twisted his head sharply to the side, a loud pop could be heard.  Jon sighed and Richie winced. ‘You ok down there?’

‘Fine darlin.’

‘Right let’s do the other side.’  She went through the same process, with the same result the loud popping.

She had him turn onto his front, she held his left arm, getting him to push slightly forward, her other hand walking down his spine.  She dropped his arm and he let it flop onto the armrests.  He was in heaven, he may have thought she wasn’t up to the job, but damn she was good!

She then slowly worked her hands down his spine, her fingers finding a knot, she walked around the bench and lent over him. ‘Right take a deep breath in, hold it, ok let it go, let the shoulders go loose, and …’  pushing down on his spine a quick bounce and it popped!  She moved again and repeated each step, every time getting a pop and a groan.

She then rubbed his shoulder and back lightly, then did a quick check from neck to buttocks.  She forced her brain away from who she was touching, and tried to think of him as someone else. 

She raised his legs back checking movement and alignment again; making certain he had no aches.

Richie sat and watched her touch his brother, why did he have the need to rip Jon’s arms off and beat him with them?  He’d never felt like this so quick, it scared the shit out of him, he wondered if he asked nicely she’d give him a once over.  Mind you he wouldn’t be able to get off the damn bed if she did!

Gail made Jon sit again, and went through the same process as she had at the beginning.  ‘Ok, seems my work here is finally done.’  She laughed and Jon looked up at her, she was something.

‘Gail, you are the best!  I can’t thank you enough.’

‘You’re welcome, but you really need to make sure you see someone for a couple of weeks.  You can’t afford to let it get like that again. I’m surprised you could walk or sit.’

‘He couldn’t! He of course wouldn’t listen to anyone.  He didn’t trust anyone else and his normal guy is out of action, he’s in a body cast, don’t ask!  It wasn’t till he was nearly crying with pain he remembered Elton has back trouble, so he rang him, and here we are!’  Richie now stood next to her, she smelled of vanilla and other scents, he wondered if she’d taste like that too.

‘Hey, still in the fuckin room bro!’  Jon was a little embarrassed, Richie spoke the truth. ‘I’ll take your advice, we’re in the UK for another week, so can you fit me in?’

‘Nope, sorry no can do, I can arrange for you to see another chiropractor if you want.’

‘Hey monies no object and I don’t care what time you need to see me I….’

‘Hold it! I’m not trying to palm you off on anyone else, it’s just that well today you are my last client, ever. I’m retiring myself.’

Jon looked shocked and deflated, he finds the perfect masseuse and chiropractor all rolled into one, and she’s retiring!  Well crap! ‘What do you mean, retiring, you’re not old enough.’

‘Well aren’t you sweet, I’ve owned this place for over twenty-four years now, I think it’s time I get a rest out of it.’

‘You own this place, I thought someone called Laurel did?  That is the name, isn’t it?  How old are you, if you don’t mind me askin?’

‘Yes, Jon it is, I didn’t have a big enough ego to call the place after myself. And I’m not telling!’  She went bright red as Richie laughed, she finally caught up with what she’d said.  Oh hell!

‘Well Frank doesn’t have that problem, do ya bro?’

‘Fuck you Dean!’

‘I’m sorry that came out wrong ………’

‘Don’t worry Gail, I’m big enough to take it.’  Jon grinned and flashed his smile, he really liked this woman, refreshing was the word he’d use.  She hadn’t gushed or simpered, she’d pushed and pummelled the kinks out of him without caressing him!  She’d blushed yeah but what the hell, that was fun.

Just then a loud noise broke the bit of tension, Gail prayed the floor to open up and swallow her. ‘Well there darlin, sounds like someone’s a lil hungry.’  Richie grinned down at her.

‘Sorry, you guys caught me, I was heading out for dinner.’

‘Where were you going?’  Jon asked.

‘Just to a local Chinese, hell who am I kidding I eat there nearly every night.’ She laughed a bit self-consciously.

‘Well how about we tag along and buy you a thank you for fixing me meal, I could go for Chinese.’  Jon said giving his best smile, eyes crinkling in the corners.

‘No, no, that’s fine, I didn’t mind staying behind.  Don’t worry yourself, you have better things to do and places to be than eat with me, I’m sure.’  Holy hell she couldn’t cope with Richie being any nearer her without jumping him!  He’d moved right next to her and she could feel his warmth. And his smell was just heavenly!

Aw hell she wasn’t getting away from him that fast!  Reaching out he put his arm over her shoulders, damn she was just the right height for him to do that without breaking his back. ‘Now Gail, darlin, you see we’d like to take you to dinner, a beautiful woman is preferable to sitting looking at Frank there any day! You wouldn’t want me to have to look at his ugly face all night, would you?’  He turned his chocolate brown eyes on her, as she’d always called it, the puppy look!  The one that turned any sane female to mush, and damn it she was sane!

‘Well, if you’re sure, be warned it’s nothing fancy, but the food is fantastic.’  Emerald eyes sparkled at brown slumberous ones, god his eyes were like melted pools of chocolate, she wanted to dive in and stay there.

Jon felt a tad left out, ‘Well how about I put some clothes on and then we can git, after I settled my bill that is.’

‘Oh, you don’t owe me anything, it’s on the house! And don’t try talking me around; I don’t take orders from anyone.  I couldn’t have wished for a better ending to my career than to work on you Jon.  Oh, hell that sounds dirty!’  She hid her face in her hands praying they’d be gone when she looked again!

Richie’s arm tightened and squeezed her too him, ‘Dirty in a good way darlin.’  The grin was pure devil!

‘Ok, but we’re paying for dinner, right.’  Jon’s eyebrow winged up.

‘Ok and I can do that too.’  Gail’s brow shot up too.  They laughed at each other.

‘Frank, get dressed will ya?’

‘Yeah I better change too; I’ll meet you in reception.’  With that she moved from under Richie’s arm, turned and walked quietly out of the door.  Once out she sagged against the wall, nearly hyperventilating.  Sweet mother of god she was having dinner with two of the hottest men, ever, frak!

With that she took off running to change.

Chapter 2

The guy on the table whipped himself into an upright position, catching the towel as it slid further down, and then she’s face to face with Jon Bon Jovi, well fuck!  Questions whizzed through her brain, the main one, why the hell didn’t Mon tell her it was him?  She knows who they are!

‘Hold it; you’re supposed to be Gaz, a man!’  Jon is confused and slightly worried, had this woman snuck in here and been playing his body like a violin for the last half hour!  Crap!

Gail looks from one to the other, what now! Looking down at her body, pats her crotch and then her chest, she takes a deep breath, ‘Well damn, looks like my dicks disappeared, and left me with a set of boobs, well fuck!  She can’t believe she’s just said that, damn her mouth, it’s always in gear faster than her brain.

Richie roars with laughter, Jon just sits there looking at her like she’s grown three heads and a pair of horns.  He can’t believe she’s been working magic on him and he thought she was male, damn he must be losing it!

The first thing Richie noticed when he walked into the room was how tall she was, not much shorter than him.  The next was her hair, jet black, held back at the minute in a plait down her back brushing the top of her butt!  He’d love to get hold of it and wrap it around his hands …. Ah fuck, knock it off Sambora!  Then she’d looked at him, damn emerald green eyes flashed on him, and full lips, just a little smaller than Angelina Jolie’s.  Holy hell! He snapped back to what she’d just said.  ‘But darlin they’re a damn fine set you’ve been left!’ Seems she’s got a sense of humour too, hot damn!

Looking at Richie she bats her eyelashes at him, ‘Why thank you, kind sir, I think I’ll keep em.’  There it goes again!  Someone gag her, please!

Jon’s not happy, ‘Look darlin, I came here to see Gaz, now be a doll and fetch him for me.  Then you can …’ he stops as she snaps her hand in front of this face.

‘I believe introductions might be needed, Mr Bongiovi, Mr Sambora, I’m Gail Newcombe, known to most as ‘Gaz’, so you see you needn’t get upset, by the looks of it honey, you got the wrong end of the stick.’  Gail waited to see what would happen.

‘But, he didn’t tell me ….’ Jon was really confused now.

‘Ah I see, you thought because who he is, it’d be a young and virile stud working on you.  But I didn’t think you swung that way?’  She frowned, ok someone dig a hole so she could jump in.

Richie cracked out again, ‘Fuck Frank you didn’t ask him, you assumed didn’t cha?’  Richie was having a ball, it wasn’t often Jon was totally thrown through a loop.

‘Oh my god you didn’t ask, oh hell I’m sorry but that’s just so funny.’  With that Gail joined Richie laughing.

‘Fuck!’ Yup he hadn’t clarified it, and him normally anal on going blindfolded into situations.

Gail wiped the tears from her eyes, aw just look at the poor guy. ‘Mr Bongiovi, don’t you think after all these years of knowing him, you’d really make sure you knew what you were letting yourself into.  Elton loves to play with people!’

‘It’s Jon, and yeah you’d think I would, wouldn’t you?’  He started to see the funny side of it, Elton had got him damn good!  Waited till Jon was in too much pain to think, then drop something like her onto him.  He didn’t know whether he’d thank him or kill him! Then he remembers he’s just wrapped in a towel, with his brother and this lovely woman laughing their asses off at him.

‘Well that’s certainly made my night, what a client to finish on!  Wait till I tell me friends you thought I was male!  Not that I’d use your real name!  Mind you Jon, you wouldn’t actually be the first to think that.  If my memory serves me right, Elton did too.’  She smirks remembering his shock at this mere female wanting to massage him.  He’d thrown a massive hissy fit, and demanded her to leave.  To which Gail had thrown one straight back at him, which shocked the hell out of him, he was so used to people pandering to him.  She told him it was either her, or he could look for another place because he wouldn’t be welcome there again! 

He’d sputtered, gasped and she thought he’d have a heart attack.  Then he’d looked her up and down, jumped off the table hugged her, pecked her cheek and told her he’d be very happy for her to work on him.  That had been twenty-four years ago, not long after she’d opened; he was still one of her favourite clients.  He sent other ‘people’ to her because he knew she was discreet and the best in the business!  She’d been to lots of his parties, and sometimes just a quite dinner with him and his partner, David.

She jumps as Jon and Richie both chuckle, ‘Well, least he did too.  I suppose I can forgive him because he seems to have sent me an angel from heaven.  You’ve worked wonders with my neck and back.’ Jon smiled that killer smile of his, Richie noticed it didn’t have too much effect on her, hmmm …….

‘Well thanks, but really it’s not your back that’s the problem; it’s your neck.  Now I really need you to move over onto my other bench please, you need some more work on it and a massage just won’t cut it.’  Gail smiled and motioned to where she wanted him.

‘That looks like a chiropractic table?’  He looked confused.

She laughed, Richie liked it a lot, ‘Don’t look so worried, besides being trained in many massage and relaxation techniques, I’m also a fully licensed chiropractor.  So, you’re in safe hands, honest.’ 

Richie was a little jealous, she’d got those long fingers on Jon, things just weren’t fuckin fair!

Jon gingerly got off the table trying to keep what little modesty he had, which made Gail chuckle again.

‘I’m sorry, so unprofessional of me I know, but hell sweetie I’m used to the naked form.  You haven’t got anything I’ve not seen before.’

This of course made Jon blush and Richie collapse into the big comfy arm chair snickering like a mad man.

‘Sweetheart you ain’t seen mine and I don’t intend to flash you!  So, hush.’  He wrapped the towel tighter about his waist.

‘Spoil sport!’  Ok she needed to shut up now!  ‘Oh, hell I’m sorry, you just seem to bring out my bad side, please sit on the bench your back to me.’  She tried to reign herself in.

‘Sounds more like your good side.’  Richie piped up waggling his eyebrows at her.

‘Oh, Christ don’t you start!  If you want to stay, just sit there and shut up.’  As an after thought, she added ‘Please.’ And she flashed him a smile.

Richie felt that smile hit him square between his eyes and straight to his dick! Whoa dude, calm the hell down!

‘Yes ma’am!’ She chuckled at him then turned back to Jon.  God this was heaven, and she gets to touch the most wanted man in her friend’s world.  They’d kill her if she could ever tell them.

Chapter 1 Day 1

Damn she’s tired!  It’d been a long hard day.

After you pass forty she’s positive that every damn thing gets harder!

She walks quietly down the stairs and into the reception, Mon’s behind the desk, perky twenty-four-year-old who Gail loves to death.  She’s been here since she hit eighteen. She classes her as a younger sister, and some days she can be a royal PITA, that’s pain in the arse if you’ve never heard it before.

‘Ok honey time you weren’t here!  I’ll lock up and cash up then head to Mr Chows for some supper.’  She jumps, and Gail knows she’s guilty of something, now WTF she done?  ‘Ok brat, spill what have you done?’  She folds her arms and frowns at her.

‘Holy shit Gaz, you scared me!  And what do you mean what have I done.’  She tries the little angel look, ha, like Gail’s falling for that one, and stands tapping her foot.  ‘Oh alright, you’ve got another client.’  She ducks, waiting for the fur to fly.

‘Aw fuck Mon!  I’m tired and want food!’  She’s done this to her before. Snuck a client in just as she’s about to leave.

‘Hey just think I’ll never do this to you ever again!’  She wrinkles her nose and laughs at her, bitch; she knows Gail will take care of the client.

She rolls her eyes, ‘Ok, male or female?’

‘Definitely male!  He’s a friend of Madam Butterfly.’  She snickers at the nickname they’ve given a client.

‘Oh god, I can’t be doing with a queen tonight!’  Madam B was gay and flamboyant, and usually so were his ‘friends’, damn!

‘Gaz this ain’t no queen, this is one hundred percent het!  Trust me I can spot a queen a mile away.’  She can too. ‘I’ve put him in the blue room, he’s got a friend with him, but he’s stepped out to get some cigs.’

Great two of them, but she tells her only one needs looking at.  And that he asked for her by name, well her nickname that is, Gaz.  Gail kisses her cheek and tells her when his friend gets back for her to go home.  Mon says she’ll see her tomorrow night at the party, Gail rolls her  eyes.  She doesn’t want a party, but the rest of the staff has ganged up on her and now she’s having one. Sheeesh!

In bare feet, hell she thought I’m not putting my sandals on now, she walks quickly down to where her last client awaits.  Opening the door, she is met by perfection!  He’s faced down on her table; she can’t see his face because he’s assumed the position, head resting in the face hole, or air hole as they call it, in the table.

She scans him fast, nice firm back, shaggy hair, light brown with blonde streaks, arms are beautifully carved!  His back is a work of art, toned and tight.  His waist is well defined, and his ass, god must love this guy.  Because from what she can see under the towel, pert and rock hard.  Hmmm going to have fun working on this one, she thinks, damn what a last client!

His voice startles her out of her revere, ‘Hey Gaz, thanks man for takin me on at such short notice, my normal guy is out of action for good, and I need help.’

He continues to talk, he’s American, and from the sound of it he’s got no clue that ‘Gaz’ is a female.  Gail snickers a little, then steps up to the table, gets out her oils and begins to massage him.  Mon told her that it was his back that was giving mega aggravation.  He groans as she starts to apply pressure, his groans turn to moans, good god he sounds like he’s about to cum!  Gail starts to feel warm. 

Working her way from his neck and shoulders, they are so damn tight she’s surprised he can sit down; no wonder his backs killing him!  Her fingers knead, searching out those nasty knots, pummels him, dragging out more and more moans. She wonders what he looks like, with a body like this, his face may look like a dog!  Gail chuckles and realises he’s talking to her like he would a guy.  Damn his voice is familiar somehow.

He really needs a chiropractic work out, she may just have to spoil his warblings to get him onto her other bench.

She continues to work him over, her mind floating away as she gets passed his body and start to really focus onto the muscles, she’s now working his legs, her hands sliding up and down his calves, the special oils she has made, warming them slightly making it so her hands can slip and burrow.  Damn he really is a wonderful body to work on. 

Time has passed, probably half an hour, he no longer moans or talks, and perhaps he’s asleep.  She continues to work, so zoned into massaging him, she nearly screams as the door opens and a big body looms in the doorway.

‘Well hello honey!  Damn bro you always get the beautiful ones!’

No fuckin way!  She nearly swallows her tongue, standing there is none other than Richie friggin Sambora!

Then Gail realises if that’s him, then, holy shit she’s got her hands on …………