Elite Massage

There was almost a fight in the foyer after the news first broke. Christina, the client experience manager, had called me that morning to let me know that Sydney Sweeney had booked an appointment with me next Thursday. I knew who she was, of course, and I was very happy to take her on as a client. That wasn't an issue at all.

The trouble was that there were three other masseurs that also lived in the same luxury apartment building as me. The exclusive service I worked for outright owned the 38th floor of the central London skyscraper I lived and worked in. The four apartments on that floor housed four different masseurs, each of them set up with a beautiful, spacious apartment with open plan kitchen and living area, open fireplace, mezzanine bedroom and a well-appointed, state-of-the-art massage studio below it. Paulo dealt with just male clients, Stef dealt with male and female (and anything in between), whereas Dom and I both dealt exclusively with female clients.

About an hour after I'd gotten that call from Christina, it seemed the news had got out. I got a text from each of the other three in turn, all asking if I'd be willing to switch our Thursday evening appointments. It seemed everyone wanted to get Sydney Sweeney on the massage table, and it wasn't hard to see why. She was such a draw that even Paulo wanted her as a client. Two of the guys were happy to accept that I wasn't going to trade, but Dom didn't take it at all well, practically begging me for the opportunity.

After a decidedly uncomfortable phone call with him, I decided to pay Christina a visit down in the foyer to see if there was some way I could get him off my back.

"Oh Rob, unfortunately Miss Sweeney requested you personally. No alternatives -- it had to be you..." Christina smiled at me, "I can't say I'm surprised, I know what you can do with those hands..."

Christina was very familiar with my hands. The service I provided was not just massage, but extended, personal visits where clients could get massage, company, and anything else they needed for their relaxation and well-being -- be it food, drink, conversation, or sex. I was a masseur first and foremost, but if clients wanted to blow off some steam with me, I was always willing to help.

Sometimes Christina would come up to test out my massage skills too, just to make sure I was still delivering a premium service to our clients, of course. Sometimes she'd leave again in the morning.

I reached out and brushed her dark hair back behind her ear, letting my fingers graze along the soft skin of her pretty face.

"Well that's very flattering..." I replied, slipping my other arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "It's not going down well with the others though unfortunately"

I watched her blush as our bodies made contact. She reached up and rested her hand on my chest, our faces mere inches apart.

"Leave them to me Rob" she murmured softly as she rubbed her nose against mine, "They don't get to pick and choose clients, that's never been how this works. I'll speak to them and get them to back off, OK?"

"Thanks Christina" I whispered, and gave her a gentle kiss.

I was just turning to leave when the elevator doors opened and I was confronted by a very angry Dom, who clearly felt like some terrible injustice had been done to him.

It seemed to me that Sydney Sweeney has this strange effect on some men...

Very soon I would get to find out why.

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It was Christina who bought my newest client up to my apartment that Thursday evening - she was clearly getting the VIP treatment. Sydney was dressed simply in blue jeans and a white strappy top, with her glossy blonde hair sitting just below her shoulders. I was struck immediately by two things: firstly that she really was naturally pretty -- her flawless skin glowed and her eyes sparkled with life -- but secondly that she just seemed so amazingly normal. The level of saturation she'd achieved on the internet was inescapable these days, and the whirlwind of PR had made her seem like she was some kind of mythical creature or Greek goddess come to life. Yet the woman stood in front of me just seemed girly and sweet, with that soft smile and wavy blonde hair. (Also: monumental breasts that stretched her top and bounced as she moved, revealing a deep, soft cleavage... I tried hard not to stare at them.)

Once Christina had finished the obligatory introduction, she gave me a wink and excused herself, leaving Sydney and I alone together.

I looked at the gorgeous little blonde thing stood in front of me. She was watching me thoughtfully with a cute smile on her face.

"Hi Sydney, I'm Rob" I said simply, extending my hand towards her.

She took my hand gently and shook it, giggling at the exaggerated awkwardness of our interaction.

"Hi Rob... it's very nice to meet you"

Our eyes locked together and I could see a mischievous sparkle in her gaze. I immediately felt at ease with her. I had no idea if she was just here for a massage or if she was in the market for something more, but I could tell either way she'd be great fun to get my hands on.

"Can I get you a drink before your massage? Or is there anything else you need?" I asked.

"Sure, do you have whisky?" she asked, hopping up onto one of the bar stools that lined the edge of the kitchen island in the middle of the apartment.

"Sure," I replied, "neat?"

"Of course!" she laughed, "what do you take me for?"

I pulled out a decanter and two tumblers from the cupboard on the other side of the island and slid them onto the counter. I poured us both a healthy glug, then passed one glass over to her. She picked it up and raised it to mine with a soft clink.

"Cheers then, here's to getting to know you Rob" she giggled, then took a big slug straight away. I watched her admiringly, and then did the same with my glass.

Sydney glanced over at the fireplace, with the big armchairs and the rug laid out before it.

"Nice place you've got here. Looks like an ideal setup for a quiet night in" she remarked with a sly grin.

"We can spend some time by the fireplace after your massage if that's what you want? There's no rush to leave, you've got me to yourself all evening" I replied with a cheeky smile.

She flashed her gorgeous eyes at me with a look that I couldn't quite read, then finished her drink.

I knocked my glass back too, and gestured to the door behind her.

"Let's get you into the massage studio then shall we?"

Sydney picked up her leather shoulder bag and we made our way into the low lit studio. It was a calming space, with gentle ambient music playing and candles lit around the edges. I gestured for her to sit down in the comfortable chair in the corner, then pulled over my little stool so I could sit facing her.

"So then Sydney, is there anything in particular you want me to focus on today?"

She crossed her legs and leaned back in the chair, letting her hair fall down in front of her face. In that split second a change seemed to come over her. Her big doe eyes stared into mine, her lips were glossy and full, she seemed to glow from within. In a heartbeat she'd gone from bubbly girl-next-door to sultry sex kitten. I couldn't take my eyes off her, the change was mesmerizing.

"Well Rob..." she murmured softly, "I've been a very busy girl lately, and I'm long overdue a full body massage."

She brushed her blonde hair out of her face with one hand. As she did so she leaned towards me, causing her loose top to hang low so her soft, deep cleavage opened up in front of me.

It took a lot to make me lose my cool, but already Sydney was getting very close. Every movement, every word, every fibre of her being just oozed femininity and pure sex - when mere moments ago she'd just seemed like a sweet, chatty girl.

She bit her bottom lip seductively and stood up from the chair.

"I've heard very good things about you Rob, I've heard that you give very thorough and very satisfying massages.... So I'm keen to get started."

She walked towards the massage table as I stood up from my stool, her hips swaying hypnotically.

"Of course Sydney" I managed, "we can get started right away, I'll just give you a moment to..."

As I was speaking she grabbed the bottom of her top and lifted it over her head in one swift movement, dropping it to the floor beside her.

I paused and stared at the candlelight flickering across the soft, exposed skin of her back, trying to retain my composure.

"So I'll just give you a moment to..." I tried to continue, stepping towards the door.

She unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms, dropping it to the floor too. She draped one arm over her perfect breasts, then turned to face me, wearing that same expression of barely contained sexuality on her gorgeous face. That loose lock of hair had fallen out from behind her ear again, swinging in front of her eyes as she kept them fixed on me. Her soft, round tits were spilling out from behind her arm as she just about managed to cover them. She looked fucking unbelievable.

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I'd been intimate with a lot of my clients in the past, and many of them had been quite up front about wanting that from our sessions at the start. But this... this was something new.

My thoughts raced as I tried to catch up to the reality of the situation I found myself in. I needed to stay professional and keep my cool, but there was no way of ignoring what was happening in front of me. I decided to go for the simplest solution.

"I'm sorry Sydney, I'm trying to stay professional... but holy shit you are absolutely fucking gorgeous..." I managed, finally allowing my eyes to run up and down her body and properly take her all in.

She smiled a wicked smile at me, her eyes flashing with enjoyment at my moment of honesty. I was starting to get the feeling this was all a test to see how I'd respond -- and it seemed I'd just scored a point.

"You are a good boy, aren't you Rob? It seems the rumours about you are true" she purred, biting her lower lip and brushing that loose hair back behind her ear again. I didn't respond to the comment -- if this was all a test then I wasn't going to take the bait.

"Reckon you could be professional and help me out of these jeans? A girl has to keep her modesty after all..." she grinned.

I nodded and approached her. She was clearly expecting me to awkwardly fumble with the button from the front, but instead I grabbed her hips and turned her around so she was facing away from me. I slid my arms around her waist from behind, pressing myself up against her bare back. Then I began to carefully unbutton her jeans.

"Ohhh... Good boy..." I heard her murmur with appreciation as I took control. She leaned back so her body was entirely pressed against mine, then reached up and ran her hand through my hair, pulling my head down next to hers so our cheeks were gently touching. I slowly unzipped her jeans and then began to slowly wiggle them off her perfect ass. Once they'd made their way past her tight curves, they dropped to the floor. She kicked them aside, leaving her standing there in nothing but a thong and an arm covering her breasts, as she slowly pushed her bare ass up against me.

I was wearing my usual loose linen trousers and she could clearly feel my growing erection through the fabric, as she rubbed her ass up against me until it was thick and hard and nestled snugly in between her soft, round cheeks. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her as she slowly circled her firm ass against my cock and rubbed her hand through my hair. After a few moments, she turned her head towards mine and gently brushed her pillowy lips over my jaw, playfully biting at me as she writhed against my solid erection. I grazed my fingers over her toned stomach and then pulled my arms in around her tighter, breathing her in.

"So... how do you want me then Rob?" she whispered softly into my ear.

I knew this was another test. I ran my fingers up her body slowly, but instead of going for those perfect tits, I slid my arm over hers and interlinked our fingers. Then I grabbed her hip in my other hand and span her around to face me, catching her by the hand and then pulling her back in towards me. Her gorgeous breasts spilled out right in front of me, bouncing freely as her arm fell away. Before she had a chance to respond, I reached down and grabbed her, picking up her up by her waist and moving her backwards onto the end of the massage table so she was perched on the edge, wearing nothing but her tiny thong and that irresistible smile. She giggled with excitement as I manhandled her, then wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in so our faces were a hairs breadth apart.

"I think it's time for your massage, don't you?" I whispered, sliding my arms back around her and pulling her in so her soft breasts were pressed up against my chest. Her eyes gazed into mine and I could feel her warm breath on my lips, feel her soft skin against my body. The atmosphere in the room was absolutely electric, I could feel the intense sexual energy surging between us.

I slowly pushed her backwards onto the massage table until she was lying on her back with her legs raised. I pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed it aside, then listened to her gasp with excitement as I grabbed her thong and pulled it down. I lifted her legs up and whisked the tiny bit of fabric up and over her knees, before tossing it over my shoulder. I then warmed some massage oil in my hands and went to work.

I don't think I've ever given anyone a more erotic massage in my life. I roamed her incredible body with my hands, exploring every inch of her naked form. I stayed in close, listening to her breathing and feeling her respond to my touch, finding her sensitive erogenous zones and working them until she was writhing and panting uncontrollably, By the time I got to her nipples she was already moaning my name, and by the time I'd slowly rubbed them both to erection, with my face just inches from hers, she was gasping with intense desire.

I slid my hands down the length of her body and began to tease her inner thighs, rubbing the area around her already glistening pussy in small, firm circles. I could hear her breathing quicken as I grazed her pussy lips, teasing her and just enjoying running my hands over her.

"Please... oh fuck... Rob... please don't stop..." she breathed.

I finally ran my hand over her pussy, letting one finger slide inside and feeling her slick wetness coat my hand. I ran my palm in circles over her soft folds before dipping a finger in again, deeper this time. I was rewarded with a gasp of pure pleasure.

"Fuckkk yes.... Oh Rob..... yessssss..."

She was bucking her hips up to meet my touch and I could tell it wouldn't take much to bring her to climax from here. I kept my movements slow and controlled, working her pussy with my curled fingers, delving deep inside her until she was loudly groaning, and then moved back to circle her outer lips when she was getting close to the edge. After a few cycles I added in a thumb against her clit -- barely moving, but just applying pressure to her most sensitive area.

I kept going as she writhed and moaned, gripping the sheet on the massage table and repeatedly panting my name. She looked fucking incredible, her gorgeous face flushed pink and her breasts rolling and bouncing as she moved, kept constantly on the edge by my skilful touch.

"Please Rob.... Please.... Oh god I need to come so badly... please...."

I reached up and slid a finger into her mouth. She obediently sucked it, staring at me with a fire behind her eyes. I pulled it out of her warm, soft mouth and used it to stroke and tease her hard, sensitive nipples again. I roamed my hand freely around her soft curves, but always in lines that returned to those swollen, tender peaks. She was gasping with a ragged intensity now, her whole body quivering and constantly on the brink of a huge climax.

I slid my fingers out of her pussy and smeared her wetness all over her clit. I focused in on it with slow, purposeful movements, as I continued circling her nipples with my other hand. She was barely breathing now, right on the very edge of coming. I could tell she wanted me to speed up and take her there, but I refused, just keeping her right on that edge and mercilessly teasing her as she writhed on the table. Her breathing was raw and helpless, all she could do was buck her hips against my hand, trying to get the release she so desperately wanted.

Finally, when I thought she couldn't take it for a single second more, I brought her to orgasm. I slid two fingers back into her pussy and slowly increased the intensity and speed on her clit. Within a few seconds her whole body was shaking and she was desperately roaring my name over and over, as huge tidal waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her body jolted and quivered and her eyes rolled back as the surging release tore the breath from her lungs. Eventually she collapsed back against the table, struggling to catch her breath with her body still shaking as the final quakes of ecstasy shot through her.

Once she was able to breathe again, she looked over at me, her cheeks flushed red with intense pleasure and a huge smile all across her gorgeous face.

"Holy FUCK Rob..." was all she could manage to stutter out.

I took her hand and guided her upright, perching her back on the table edge and slipping my arms around her gently. She stared deeply into my eyes and then softly kissed me. Her lips were full and tender and sensitive, and her tongue was warm and playful. We slowly kissed as her orgasm receded, just soaking in the intimacy of the moment and enjoying finally getting familiar with each other without any games. Her soft, curvy body fit perfectly into my arms, and her sweet lips were impossible to resist.

We finished making out with a few gentle nuzzles, rubbing our lips together and stealing little kisses before we separated. She reached down and slipped her fingers under the waist of my trousers, pulling them down until they fell to the floor. My diamond hard erection sprang out, and she wrapped one hand around it excitedly.

"Look what you've been hiding from me...." She giggled, gently stroking my cock and watching it twitch and swell in response to her touch.

I took her face in my hands and kissed her again, feeling the rush of excitement surge through my body as she played with me.

After a moment she pulled away, still holding onto my thick shaft. "I think it's time to see what other skills you've got..." she whispered into my ear, then pulled my earlobe with her teeth as she drew back.

She let go of my cock and hopped off the massage table. Taking my hand, she led me over to the chair in the corner of the room.

"Sit" she commanded, pushing on my chest so I fell back into the chair. I wanted to pull her down too, so I could wrap her around me and sink my hard cock into her soft pussy. Sydney had other plans though.

She knelt down and pulled her leather shoulder bag over to her. Rummaging through it, she produced several lines of velvet rope.

"I bought some supplies with me..." she said with a little smile, then began to tie my ankles to the chair legs, "I think you'll like this little game..."

Once she was done with my legs, she picked up the other two ropes and stood up. Then she lowered herself onto my lap, straddling me with her perfect body. I immediately wrapped my arms around her, wanting to pull her in tight and explore her with my lips, but she took one of my arms and pulled it behind the chair, trying it behind my back. Her soft hair brushed over my face as I kissed at her neck, not wanting to miss a single moment where I could be intimate with her body. She then pulled my other hand away from her and tied it to the back of the chair as well. I was now completely tied up, with the most exquisitely gorgeous sex kitten straddling me and looking down into my eyes with a wicked smile.