Chapter 2: The Trip Continues

The three ate their salads in almost dead silence. Van didn’t know what to say plus his brain was still a bit foggy from the lack of blood. Marsha spoke up first, “told you this place had great reviews.” “No shit” Sam snorted forking the last bit of salad into his mouth. “Uh huh” was all that came out of Van. “If that was the first course, the food can be a dumpster fire and I’m giving a 5 stars,” Van finally admitted. The remaining courses went just as the first. By the time the trio wobbled out of the building they had several more orgasms and left a sizeable tip. It was quite late. They had been in the restaurant for longer than they expected. They laughed and agreed they were only savoring the fine dining experience.

They walked and talked as they strolled down the strip. A pair of women dressed in matching leather pants with a leather belt wrapping around their tits hiding only their areolas stopped the group. “You three look like you’re enjoying yourselves tonight” said the taller one. “If you want to the best total body massage in Vegas stop by” the shorter one said as she fanned out three cards for each of them. They each took one and watched the ladies walk away. Van looked at the card. It was a normal business car size, glossy black with spots for punch outs. The address listed was only a hundred or so yards the way they were going. “You guys up for it?” Marsha asked. Van nodded, Sam said, “Yeah lets go” and the they were off. A few steps later and they were standing in an all white receptionist area. The floors were a white stone and the walls were glossy white. Van could see himself in everything. “Don’t most places have dark settings to help you relax during your massage?” Sam quipped. “Its so bright in here I can see my reflection’s reflection.” Van admitted

“Welcome to the Pearl Massage Palace” a quiet, but sweet voice said. They all turned towards the sound, seeing a small woman closing a door behind her. “You may be able to see your reflection’s reflection, but when we are done with you, you’ll be able to see your soul’s reflection” she added. “Uh, ok lady” Marsha responded. They looked over the options. “If you are skeptical Miss, choose our Inside Out package and your satisfaction is guaranteed.” the women challenged. “Go big or Go home” Van chimed. Of course that package was the most expensive. “Fuck it, lets go!” Marsha exclaimed. They each signed the waivers and checking boxes on the paperwork that no one reads, paid for the Inside Out package, and followed the receptionist to the preparation rooms. Now donned with the softest white robes and nothing else underneath, the group waited for the next stage. “Will you all be enjoying as a group or do you want private rooms, the choice is yours and we can accommodate either?” the preparation attendant asked. They all shrugged. No one cared so they went through the door on their right into a larger rectangular room. It was no different than the receptionist area. White tile and similar glass like white walls.

There were three white tables across the wide part of the room. There was room for another 3 or 4 tables. Van figured they must be on wheels and roll what they need in. Do they really have such large group massages? But then he realized they probably do those zen yoga sessions too. Next to each table stood 3 massage therapists. All three of them were knockouts. The one at the left table was average height with long blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Her therapist uniform was fitted perfectly to her body. Van noticed all of the uniforms hugged and followed each woman’s body. This was most obvious on the middle therapist. She was slightly taller than the blonde. She had shoulder length curly dark hair with light brown and blonde hair weaving in and out. She didn’t have the largest chest, but they looked like the perfect handful. What really stood out was lower. Her uniform flared out as you followed her body down to cover her wider hips and deliciously plump ass. Her thighs filled out her bottoms. The third therapist was the tallest. She was the top heavy one. Her mid-length hair came down to the largest set of tits Van had ever seen. They looked round and heavy. Whatever she was wearing underneath to hold those in place was doing its job. She had some flare to her hips but nothing could compare to her rack. Van felt his cock twitch and grow a bit. He shot a quick glance down to make sure it wasn’t noticeable. He was relieved that it wasn’t.

The preparation room attendant told them to take whichever table they desired. Van went first picking the curly haired therapists table. Sam went to the table on the right. Of course he did. Sam could never say no to a big set of knockers. Marsha went left. Van admitted he made his choice for the same reason Sam did. The two made eye contact and gave a knowing head nod.

Marsha asked as the three were each positioned on their tables, “Is the room going to be this bright time? I can see my reflection with my eyes closed.” Van laughed at the reflection part. “My name is Milan, and I can assure you, the light will not disturb your experience.” Marsha’s therapist answered. As soon as this was said, each therapist introduced themselves. Van’s therapist, Valorie, and Sam’s therapist, Stacy, each slipped a heavy black fabric mask over their customer’s eyes. Van couldn’t see Marsha but he assumed she got the same. The brightest room on the planet disappeared into the abyss like darkness of the mask. “Whoa, now that’s what I’m talking about” Marsha said. Van agreed to himself. This was much better. He didn’t realize how bright the rooms felt until he was in total darkness.

The massages began as all massages do. Each therapist working their way from the heads to the toes. Valorie took her time working her way down Van’s shoulders and chest. The way she moved relaxed Van more deeply. As her hands kneaded his thighs, he felt like putty being molded. One thing that did not feel like putty was his cock. Van was too relaxed to care. If he did, he would have died from embarrassment since his member was standing at full mast. The towel covering his body pitched a sizeable tent that did not go unnoticed. As Valorie rubbed the pads of Van’s feet he let out a small quiet groan as she released all the stress from the pounding they took.

Valorie touched Van’s shoulder a quietly whispered that it was time to roll over. She continued, “Before you do, this is massage table like no other and we have the ability to accommodate a customer as gifted as yourself.” It was then Van sensed his stiffness. There was no way he was going to be able to roll over onto that. He wouldn’t have to. Valorie pushed a button on the side of the table and out popped an insert from the table. Now there was a hole in the lower part of the table that Valorie helped guide Van and his tentmaker into as he was positioned on his stomach. Valorie also pushed a different button. This one raised a head support cradling Van’s head. The majority of his face fit through a hole in the rest. The cushion fit will around his head and he was able to relax all of his muscles settling in nicely. The massage continued. Again from head to toe. Back into a puddle of mush Van went. Not a care or thought crossed his mind as Valorie’s hands danced over his body. He had no idea how long she massaged, he just enjoyed every moment. Soon Valorie was whispering to him again. “Part 2 is complete, are you ready for Part 3?” Van said, “Yeah” soon followed by Marsha and Sam. “Ok great, lets get you prepare.” Valorie placed what felt like a warm heavy blanket over Van before returning to the head of the table. She put a pair of what felt like earmuffs on his head. Soon he found they weren’t earmuffs but rather headphones. He couldn’t hear anything in the room and soft comforting music began to play.