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 …………