An Unlikely Threesome/ Friday Girl Part 2


Who doesn’t like a little filth on a Tuesday evening? Here is the highly anticipated second and final part of my short story. If you haven’t read part 1 I suggest you scroll down and read it now or just click here. Enjoy 😉
“I saw your
massage girl at The Heat premiere last
weekend,” Bill’s muffled voice brings me temporary relief.
“She was
attracting a fair bit of attention.” He continues.
The chiro nods his
head in recognition as he unwraps a tiny needle and proceeds to stick it firmly
in Bill’s lower back. Ouch.
“Yeah, she’s an
attractive girl, but I don’t know if I’m going to keep her on once I move to my
new clinic.”
Bill lets out a lament
of pain as yet another needle pierces his skin. I suddenly felt obliged to help
Bill, a distraction.
“I can be your new
massage girl,” I blurt out jokingly. All eyes are back on me.
“Do you give a
good massage?” The chiropractor asks genuinely intrigued.
“Yeah, I guess I’m
all right.” I say with feigned enthusiasm.
The next thing I
know he is ushering me over to the massage board and for the first time since
the consultation had begun my mind is completely silent apart from one fairly distinct
word…fuck. My leg brushes Bill’s arm as I walk slowly around the table. A part
of me wants to bend down and hold him but something deeper and more primal is
drawing me towards the perfect stranger.
I now have a bird’s-eye
view of Bill’s perfect back which is covered in a thin film of massage oil. The
chiropractor prompts me to place my hands on the delicate patch of skin where
the tiny needles had once been embedded. Even though I know nothing about this
man I still have an acute desire to please him, my cheeks grow warm with
embarrassment as we both realise that I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.
Suddenly I feel
the chiropractor behind me and before I can react, his strong hands are gently
grasping my forearms. This unexpected contact leaves me momentarily paralyzed.
Slowly he leans into me, forcing all of my body weight onto Bill’s back. His
hands large and muscular feel sublime on my skin and as he presses me harder
and harder onto Bill’s body, he causally begins to explain the importance of
body weight in deep tissue massage.
The pungent scent
of his expensive cologne makes me woozy and apart from the fluid mobility he is
enabling in my arms, my whole body is frozen with equal amounts of excitement
and trepidation. Gradually he loosens his grip, allowing my hands to flow more
freely on Bill’s torso. What the fuck am I doing? My adrenaline is pumping as
if I had just finished a high intensity workout.
 I begin to withdraw slowing peeling my palms
away from Bill’s skin but the chiropractor instantly stops me by reasserting
his control over my weak limbs.
“The first and
most important rule of giving a good massage, Sarah, is to never lose contact with the body.” He says threateningly.
By now his face is
barely an inch away from mine and as he speaks I can almost taste the sweetness
in his breath. I nod briefly in acquiescence making sure that every inch of my
sticky palms are in contact with the flesh. Although I’m petrified that Bill
will discover how much this little tutorial is arousing me, I can’t stop. I
want more. I close my eyes momentarily and feel his mouth graze the back of my
neck. His lips full and warm tease my skin and it takes every fiber in body to
suppress the moans that are threatening to expose my bad behavior. My upper
body responds instinctively but our hands continue to flow in perfect rhythm.
He slowly directs me up the spine but remains standing upright as to supervise my
every move. As my hands move further away from my body I feel my ass slowly
bending into his crotch, powerless to stop it. He presses himself against me
firmly in approval and I shudder squeezing Bills shoulders for support.
Bill unexpectedly
lets out a moan of pleasure, which brings me back into the present moment. The
chiro releases his grip and walks blithely over to a round container of hand
wipes.
“She’s not bad
Bill, not bad at all.” He winks at me before leaning over to type something
into his computer.
Like a lion waking
up from an afternoon nap Bill slowly makes his way up off the table, stretching
each of his limbs and curling his back. I am still standing behind the board in
shock at what had just occurred. Bill leans over and kisses my forehead.
“You did a good
job, kid.”
I force an
incredibly unconvincing smile before retuning to the leather chair to retrieve
my belongings. Bill lazily begins to dress. The chiropractor holds the door
open while Bill exits first, shaking his hand and expressing his gratitude. I pause
at the door where the chiro is still standing, my heart pounding against my
chest.
“It was nice to
meet you.” I say, peering up at the striking young man.
As soon as the
words are expelled from my lips I feel the abrasiveness of a thin object being
slipped into my back jean pocket.
“It was nice to
meet you too, Sarah” He smiles politely before waving in his next client.
When we get out
into the car park, the cool air hits me like a sudden lashing of reality. I
love Bill. My subconscious suddenly interjects – then why the fuck were you
just grinding up against his practitioner quite literally behind his back? Bill
walks ahead of me whilst fumbling with his phone.
“Sorry about that
little pit stop, babe, you must have been so bored,” I can’t tell whether he’s
talking to me or his beloved digital companion.
“I feel so much
better now though,” he continues whilst unlocking the doors to his black Mercedes.
Bill felt better.
I had no idea how I was feeling. Did I feel confused, overwhelmed or guilty? Perhaps
it was sadness for I could never be Bill’s supportive girlfriend or even a compassionate
lover as our intimate relations occurred too few and far between. This whole
time I had been nothing but a curious bystander basking in a fantasy that had
finally prevailed yet was soon to be trampled by cold hard reality. My heart
sinks, I look at Bill who is gazing out the window consumed by thoughts of work,
his next appointment, and most likely his next sexual conquest. Then it dawns
on me, the exact feeling I’m trying to describe. It starts from the crown of my
head and creeps down my body like a small yet lethal surge of electricity
before stopping to linger just above my hips. I feel pain, lower back pain. I
slip my hand into my back pocket and feel a small card bulging against the
denim. I think I know a chiropractor who could fix that.
Miss P
About me

Heaven on Bourke is a lifestyle blog created by Miss P, a twenty-something author of a Pleasure Guide pamphlet most commonly found in luxe vibrator boxes. True story! She loves to travel between her beachy hometown of Noosa and London's upmarket Notting Hill, where she writes a smut column for a lingerie empire. Off duty, Miss P brunches in the city and dates many interesting characters. All findings on real life, sex and love are recorded in this honest lifestyle blog for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy gorgeous!

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