Chapter 1

My name is Linda Appleton. For the last three years, I've run the Loving Touch Massage Therapy parlor. Just between you and me, the place is probably exactly what you expect. Clients come to me, and get a nice massage for sixty dollars an hour. That's the official policy.

Unofficially, if a client is well mannered, I have a much more interesting policy. Let me give you a quick rundown of my typical 'massage', before I get to the main reason I'm writing this.

If I get a client I've never seen before, I'm always very professional. I dress nicely, skirt and blouse usually. I top it off with a white smock. It gives me an almost medical look that seems to put new clients at ease.

"Hi, I'm Linda." I say cheerfully, as I lead him to the massage room. "Please undress, and put on one of these."

I hand him a snow-white terry cloth robe. "You can put your keys and things in here." I show him how the coin operated locker works, before heading for the door.

"I'll be right back." I wait a few moments, and then return.

"All ready?" I'll ask. They'll nod and say yes. If they've never been to a place like this, they'll be blushing, and acting very nervous. "Would you like me to bathe you?" This really gets their attention! I'll lead them to the shower station, and have them take off the robe. Most times, they're already erect at this point.

"Lay face down on the table please." I'm all business; as I lather them up, then rinse them off. I don't know how street hookers can stand it. I'm always very careful. When I wash a guy, he's clean when I'm done! I lather up his butt, and even soap up his anus. If I'm gonna 'do' a guy, he better not smell funky down there! Besides, washing a guy gives you a chance to really look him over.

If I'm not pleased, he gets the sixty-dollar massage, and that's all. I have them roll over, so I can do the front. When I wash a guy's penis, I'm always brisk and to the point. No funny stuff just yet. I'm not giving away any free hand jobs here! If a guy wants me to make him cum, he has to pay for it! When the washing's finished, I have them stand up. It's time to dry them off.

My hair is blond (natural) and I wear it long. Now's the time I start hinting at other available services. As I dry the guy's legs, I'll lean forward just right. It's fun to hear them gasp, as my hair slips over their hard cocks. I always look up, and give them my best smile. They always grin back, and stare down my blouse.

I'm quite proud of my figure. I'm a 38D, all one hundred percent me! No additives or trickery. I work out hard to keep in shape. It sure pays off when the tips roll in! When the client is all dried off, it's time to lead them back to the massage room. I usually make quite a show of locking the door behind us. I have the client lay face down on the massage table, arms over his head, and start working him over. I can give real massages, when I want to, but it's best to get right to the point. While I work on his shoulders, I lean right against the table. That's when curious hands usually begin creeping up under my smock.

"Sir, you shouldn't be doing that." I'll say mildly, but without trying to stop him. When the hands make it under my skirt, they discover my lack of panties. It's time for the pitch. "Sir, could you please roll over?"

He'll be more than happy too! I stare at his erection, and gently run a finger over it. "I shouldn't really be doing this, but you look like a nice guy. I'm in a bind. My rent is late, and I could use a little help." It's pure bullshit, but it helps the illusion that this is a legal establishment. "If you can help me out, I'll be very nice to you." I lift up smock and skirt. When the client sees my pussy, just inches in front of his face, he'll jump up, and run for the locker. Sometimes, I'll get a cheapskate, who's looking for a deal. That doesn't cut it with me! Anything under a hundred, and he just gets a hand job! For a hundred, I'm very nice. I'll dance around the table, and give him a sexy little strip tease. Heavy on the sexy, and light on the tease. When I'm standing naked in front of him, I'll take his hand, and place it between my legs.

"Would you like to fuck me?" I'll ask softly, as his hand begins to explore. The answer is always yes! "We have to be very quiet. I don't want to get fired." That to is just for effect. Who's gonna fire me? I'm the boss! I'll join him on the table, and he'll be on me in a flash! I kind of hate to admit it, but I sometimes get off on this! If the guy is cute, and has some staying power, I've been known to climax right with him! Business has been great! Aside from occasional cheapskate, I do very well.

For a hundred, I'm very nice. Repeat clients are welcome to make special requests, and I charge accordingly. I know one guy who pays me a thousand dollars a visit just to urinate on my toes! When he finishes, I sit on the massage table. He stands in front of me, and give him a foot job! Ever jerk a guy off, using only your feet? That's actually quite fun! I'll admit it. I make a mint of money. I clear anywhere from five to six thousand dollars a week. I may fuck a lot of guys, but I will not screw the IRS. I declare every penny! I have a fear of being locked up. That's why I set this quiet little arrangement with the local police department.

They hassle the street girls, but leave me alone. The money I contribute to the Police, widows and orphans fund is even a tax right off! Last year was a good one. I made over two hundred and eighty thousand dollars. I have it spread over several investments, CDs, an IRA account, and a bookie that lives down the block. Hey, I'm fond of the ponies, ok? I own my little shop, the apartment over it, and my student loans are paid off. All this may sound crude and nasty to you, but don't they say you should find a job you love doing? This doesn't seem like work at all to me at all! If you want to get technical, I guess you can say I'm a sexual addict. Sometimes it just amazes me that guys pay me so much to do what I'd probably be doing anyway!

Now that I've told you a little about my business, let me get to the point of this little tale. One year ago today, I got a call from a very unusual client. "Hello? Is this Loving Touch Massage Therapy?" the voice on the phone asked. I felt my eyebrows go up in surprise. The voice was very properly British, and VERY female.

"Yes it is." I answered. Female clients were few and far between! My bisexual little heart gave a happy little flip.

"I, well, I read about you establishment on the Internet." She paused, and I could hear her breathing. She was excited, or frightened. Probably a mix of both. I know the type. Respected women, possibly married, who have become bi- curious. What could be safer then experimenting while away on a business trip, or vacation? "Do you, I mean to say, are all people welcome?"

"Certainly." I assured her. My schedule was open for the rest of the day. "Why don't you come down, and we can talk?"

"That would be lovely!" I could hear the longing in her voice. "I could be there in thirty minutes. Is that acceptable?"

"That's perfect."

"Capital! I'll see you then."

I love accents! I really do! I could feel myself smiling as I listened to her. In exactly twenty-nine minutes, my door buzzer went off. I looked at my closed circuit TV monitor. A very pretty little redhead looked nervously up at the camera. "May I help you?"

"I, I called and spoke with you." She said haltingly.

There was that lovely accent! I raced to the door, before she got cold feet, and ran off. "Good afternoon, I'm Linda Appleton. Welcome to Loving Touch Massage Therapy."

"Good day. I, um, I'm..."

"Just your first name is fine." I said softly, as her cheeks colored.

She smiled her thanks. "I'm Polly. How do you do?" She held out her hand, and I shook it. Her long fingers wrapped around mine, and I gave them a friendly little squeeze. "You really don't mind me being here?" she asked quietly.

"Not at all!" I really didn't! Polly was lovely. Her red hair, in a cute pixie cut, framed her face nicely. I'm only five foot three, but I was taller then her. Polly couldn't have been more then four foot eight. Her soulful green eyes had an almost Asian slant. This, and her slight build, gave her an elfin beauty that I found charming. I closed the door behind her, and quietly locked the deadbolt. "You're here for a massage, aren't you?"

Polly dropped her gaze to the floor. "Yes." She breathed. "Yes I am."

"Hey! It's ok." I gently put a finger to her chin, and she looked up sheepishly at me. "Nobody here will hurt you. In fact, this is my place. We're the only ones here."

"I must look the complete fool." She said with a silvery little laugh. "I guess you've never had anyone like me in your establishment."

"Not true." I answered. "I've had several female clients before." I knew she didn't want just a rubdown, so I became more direct. "I'm bisexual myself." I smiled at her, and ran my fingers through her lovely hair.

"Maybe that will help." That was an odd way of putting it, but at least Polly seemed a little calmer now. "How much should I pay?" she asked in a soft voice.

My heart went out to my nervous little friend. For the first time in my career, I became just a little unprofessional. "Business hours are over, I'm afraid." She looked up, plainly disappointed. I took her hand, and led her to the massage room. "The shop is closed for the day, so I can spend time with a friend. Polly, why don't you get comfortable?" I pointed out the robe hanging by the door. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

She looked at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "That would be very nice. Thank you."

I hurried upstairs to my apartment, grabbed a bottle of Chardonnay, and two glasses. By the time I got back, Polly was wrapped up in the terry robe. It was rather large on her, but the effect was charming. I poured us both a glass of wine. Polly's fingers shook, as I handed one to her. "Linda, you're pretty." She whispered, before taking a sip. The poor thing must have been very nervous. She didn't stop at a sip. She gulped the wine down like it was a glass of water. Polly looked at her glass, and smiled ruefully. "That was quite uncouth, wasn't it?"

"Don't worry about it." I took the glass back from her, and placed it on the table. Polly, would you like it if I bathed you?" She looked at me, and gave a quick little nod. "Relax love. I won't do anything you don't want me to do." I led her to the shower. "Lay face down on the table, sweetness."

Polly looked at me, and trembled slightly. "Could you please turn around?" Her shyness was so very cute! I faced the wall, and heard her take off the robe, and hang it up. "I'm ready, Linda."

I turned back, and my heart thumped. Polly looked up at me, blushing furiously. Her whole body was pink! I made sure the water wasn't too hot, and began to spray it over her. "You're very pretty too, Polly." I said softly, as I let the warm water wash over her perfect little hiney. Her skin felt silky smooth, as I touched her body. She gave a little gasp, and her breathing grew louder, as I gently worked up a lather on her back. Her trembling grew more pronounced, as I let my fingers slide all over her soapy bottom. I rinsed her off. "Time to roll over, Polly."

She looked back at me, and I saw fear in her eyes. "This was a mistake!" she stammered. "I, I don't want to upset you!"

"Polly! It's ok!" She didn't want to upset me? She looked terrified! "Let me just finish up bathing you, then we can talk, alright?"

She looked like she was about to cry, but she finally turned over. She was as beautiful as I thought she would be. Her breasts were delicate and small, with nipples that almost looked too large in their current erect state. She probably never bothered with a bra. My eyes traveled over her trim flat tummy, and eagerly gazed at her pretty red pubic hair. My mouth dropped open, when I saw how hard her erect penis was. "Oh my!" was my only comment, when I noticed Polly had a vagina too.

Tears filled her eyes. "I'm a hermaphrodite! I'm sorry!" She jumped up. I guess she wanted to cover up with the robe. Her foot slipped though, and I lunged at her, trying to save her from a nasty fall. We both went down in a heap on the floor. Nobody got hurt, but Polly began to shake in my arms, as she started to cry harder. "Let me go! You don't have to worry, I'll never come back! You'll never see me again! I'll turn down my promotion, and go back to England!"

I did the only thing I could think of. I held her tight, and broke my firmest rule. I kissed her. I kissed the shining tears from her cheeks. Ever see the move "Pretty Woman"? I DO NOT kiss my clients. If they try to, I turn and let them kiss my cheek. "Hush now!" I said sternly. "What's all this nonsense?" I kissed her again, this time, my lips met hers. "Who says you have to go back to England?"

"I don't disgust you?" she asked timidly.

"How could you?" I answered, with a flash of anger in my voice. "Don't be so quick to judge me." I gave her another hug, and then helped her up. "I told you I was bisexual. Why on earth would this bother me?" I ran a hand down her trim tummy, and gently grasped her hard shaft. "You're the answer to any bi-girl's dreams!" I squeezed gently, and gave her a couple quick little strokes.

"Oh, oh dear!" she murmured, as her legs almost gave out.

"Why don't you let me finish bathing you, Polly?" My mind was spinning, but I knew one thing. Polly was the most exotic, the most erotic person I had ever met!

She wiped the tears from her eyes, and her smile was so thankful and warm. "Would you?" she asked softly. "It felt so very nice before."

I gently began soaping her up again. "It's going to feel even nicer now!" It was pure pleasure washing this wonderful person's body. Her eyes almost glowed, as she watched every move I made. Polly's growing need was showing plainly on her face, so I cut the washing short. I took her shaft in hand, and with a well-practiced motion, began to stroke her. Oh my god! Her cock was eight inches, nearly exactly! Her shaft was thick too. My thumb and index fingertips were a good inch apart! On such a slight body, that bad boy looked truly titanic! "Would you like me to 'calm' you down a little bit?" I whispered, as I bent and blew gently on her flaring cockhead. For some reason, I found it surprising that she was un- circumcised. "Don't you worry, this is just the beginning. You'll enjoy it more later, if I relax you first." "Oh, I, that's nice!" she gasped, as I continued to stroke. "I, nobody, nobody has ever touched me there before!" As I stroked her, Polly's hands gripped the sides of the shower table. Her knuckles went white with the power of her convulsive grip. "Linda!" she gasped, as her breathing grew ragged. "No! I, I'll muss you!"

"We can't have that now, can we?" I asked, as I reluctantly let go of her warm flesh. Polly whimpered softly. "I'm just getting more comfortable. I hope you don't mind." She gasped, when I began to unbutton my smock. I smiled at her, and slowly eased out of my clothing. When I slipped out of my bra, her cock actually gave a little jerk. When I slid my skirt down, and she saw I wore no panties, a shining drop of fluid formed at her little pee-slit. I sat next to her on the table. "Would you like to touch me?" I asked softly.

"Heavens, yes!" she breathed. Polly sat up slowly, as if waking from a wondrous dream. Her hands were shaking, as she reached for my breasts. She touched me, and a beautiful smile lit up her face. "I have pictures." She said excitedly, as her fingers slid over my flesh. "I save them from the internet. I, I like big bosoms!"

"38D." I said, answering the question her eyes were asking me. I touched her lovely little breasts, and delighted at her hard nipples. "I sometimes think they're too big. Not like you. You're perfect!"

Polly giggled, and for the first time since she entered my shop, she didn't sound frightened! "Oh no! Your bosoms are great!" She giggled. "I wish I was as big, but I'd look top heavy, wouldn't I?"

"I wouldn't change a thing about you, Polly love!" I touched her shaft again. "Especially this!" I stroked her a couple more times. "Polly? Do you know what titty-fuck means?"

She gasped, and nodded her head excitedly. "Oh yes! I read all kinds of stories online, and look at all the photos!" She blushed prettily. "I wank off to them, you know." She stared at my breasts, and I saw her swallow nervously. "Can, can we titty-fuck, Linda?"

"If that's what you want, that's what I want!" I slipped off of the table, and padded over to the counter along the wall. I grabbed a bottle of baby oil, and brought it back to her. "This will feel nice and cool." I said, as I drizzled oil onto her throbbing shaft. She squealed and giggled, as the cold liquid touched her hot cock. Her squeal turned into a low moan, as I leaned forward. Squeezing them together, I enveloped her hard cock between my breasts. "How does that feel, love?"

"Oh Linda!" she stammered. "Warm, warm and s-silky!"

I started rocking, riding my breasts up and down her huge shaft. We both watched in eager fascination, as her cockhead played a sexy little game of peek-a-boo. "Are you going to cum for me?" I asked softly, as I squeezed my tits tighter around her cock. I picked up the pace. Her cockhead was almost hypnotic, as it flashed in and out between my breasts. The oil made it glisten brightly from the overhead lights. "Just relax honey. Let yourself go. It'll feel so good!"

"Linda! It, it'll get on your face!" she whimpered. Polly was actually trying to hold herself back. Her chin quivered, and she was biting her lower lip. "So good! Too good! Linda, no!"

"Polly, give it to me! I want it!" I was almost begging her now! I just had to see her shoot! "It'll feel so good Polly. Just let it happen. I know you want to." I stuck out my tongue, and flicked it over her swollen cockhead, as it flashed into view. She moaned, as I tasted the heady musk of her pre- cum. She was so close! Her legs were trembling, and sweat beaded her forehead. I would have sucked her off, but I was sure she would want to see it splashing onto me! "Now! Do it now!" I cried out, as I increased the speed of my rocking.

"Linda!" she screamed, as her body shook. The first spurt of semen blasted free! It spattered across my face, and into my hair. She groaned deep in her throat, as spurt after spurt followed. Our eyes locked together, as she coated my face and hair with spunk. "Oh God!" she gasped, when she finally slowed to a stop.