Chapter 2

“Hi Pamy! How are you?!”

Priscilla, the beautician, hurried out from behind the counter to welcome Pamela with a warm hug.

They had known each other for quite a while now.

“I’m good! How have you been?” Pamela asked as she handed the other woman her dusk-pink cashmere wrap coat to place on a hanger.

“Damien has been insatiable lately...”

“Oh, I know! He called in earlier and asked for Tracey to do your massage...! Seems like he has plans for you tonight.” Pamela blushed delicately and the other woman’s face lit up

“Goodness, okay, let’s get started with your mani-pedi then, you need to tell me EVERYTHING!”

Pamela enjoyed Priscilla’s company and chattiness. She was the perfect gossip partner for anything from sex to celebrities and the 3 hours of manicure, pedicure, and facial flew by as quickly as they usually did.

“So I’ll see you next month, then and you’ve GOT to tell me about tonight then! Take notes! Bye!” “Sure, bye” and with a quick hug Priscilla dashed away to the reception where her next client was waiting.

She had left Pamela in the lavish atrium where patrons had space to take a break between treatments.

But Pamela didn’t have to wait long.

“Pam, hi” came Tracey’s gentle, sultry voice from behind.

“Hi Tracey, I hope Damien didn’t cause any inconvenience to anyone.”

“Nothing that can’t be managed” that voice belonged in an x-rated movie.

“Shall we, then. Damien mentioned he left you with a little ... present today.”

Pamela flushed a dainty shade of pink and a seductive half smile spread across the other woman’s features.

“Follow me, then” she said and lead the way to the massage room.

Tracey, and by extension the SPA, had a special agreement with Damien, which was the reason why Tracey’s selection of tools and items was a little different, and a little more expensive for Pamela than it was for other patrons.

The moment Pamela stepped into the room the vibrator gave a menacing buzz, causing her knees to buckle.

“Damien, always impatient...” Tracey chided.

She helped Pamela out of the dressing gown and hung it on a stand by the door.

The room was warm and bathed in a low, soft glow from several indirect light sources. The scent of rose and jasmine perfumed the air.

Tracey stepped up close in front of Pamela, having discarded her own robe as well.

Pamela swallowed, as always nervous with anticipation.

Tracey slid her soft palms around Pamela’s waist, stepping even closer and pulling her in, pushing their breasts together, and tilted her head in for a long, languid kiss.

There was the buzzing again and Pamela’s knees briefly gave way.

Another smile stretched across Tracey’s full lips as she pulled back.

“Let’s get started then” she said and showed Pamela over to the massage table.

Tracey changed the soft relaxing music that always played in the background to something more seductive and rolled her little caddy of wonders up to the side of the massage table.

“Damien hasn’t given me too many instructions,” she said softly, the timber of her voice leaning even more into the eroticism she was oozing “but I think since you have that little device in your pretty pussy that will sadly be off limits to me today ... not that that’ll stop us from having a good time.”

Pamela sighed as the masseuse pumped several pushes of sweet smelling, pre warmed massage oil onto her palm and started spreading it over her back. Tracey’s hands went up along her spine, over her shoulders and down her arms, from her back over her buttocks and all the way down her legs.

The first part was a proper massage, deep and relaxing, making Pamela loose and pliant under Tracey’s fingers.

About half-way through the little vibrator started buzzing again. Not wild, not too fast, just lowly humming, as if to remind her of its presence.

Tracey got to Pamela’s thighs.

Everything was covered in oil, slick and frictionless.

Tracey slid a hand slowly up between Pamela’s legs, barely brushing her vulva.

Pamela sighed softly.

Tracey continued, hand over hand, until both hands slid up either side, thumbs brushing over Pamela’s pussy, making Pamela sigh and her pussy pulse. The vibrator inside Pamela’s vagina started increasing in intensity.

Tracey then turned her attention to Pamela’s buttocks. Massaging over and between them, taking turns with the sides, sliding her oily hands with the short cut finger nails over the rounded cheeks and into the crease between them, coaxing more sighs out of Pamela.

She then grabbed a smallish dildo from the caddy and slathered it with oil. She rubbed it between Pamela’s legs, causing her to gasp, and gasp more when she gently pushed the head between the other woman’s labia.

“You said you weren’t going to today?” Pamela managed to breathe out.

“Just teasing, sweetness, just giving your little friend some competition...” she twisted and turned the dildo a little, just enough for Pamela to go limp again, and drew it back out and up between her cheeks to the puckered up back entrance.

Pamela was so relaxed by now, there was hardly any resistance when Tracey gently pushed the dildo inside her, and she gave a sigh.

“Oohhh, Tracey...” Tracey pushed further.

“My, my, sweetness, seems to me we need a bigger one.”

“Please...!” Pamela moaned. The vibrator had been doing its worst for the past few minutes. She was sure Damien must have programmed it to keep her just hovering on the edge of an orgasm, falling silent whenever she got close.

Tracey smiled and grabbed a dildo she knew Pamela enjoyed: it was a big, chunky one made of soft latex for a realistic feel - and with a convenient extra.

She slathered it in oil but left it on the caddy.

“Turn over, sweetness, your beautiful breasts deserve some attention” she crooned.

Pamela complied easily, hard nipples poking skyward on the firm rounds of her DD cups.

Tracey squirted more oil onto her palms and began giving Pamela’s front the same treatment she’d given her back, just skipping the professional massage part entirely.

She massaged the other woman’s breasts with devotion, softly squeezing them, rubbing the nipples, twirling them between her fingers, sliding her hands around the perimeter of the breasts with firm but gentle pressure.