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.