"You would what?" She asked, chuckling, totally not believing her ears.
"You heard me," he replied confidently, like what he said earlier wasn't supposed to exactly be a problem.
"Hell no, you're not doing that; you wouldn't!"
"Calm down, Miss Calah. If you say so, then so be it. Meanwhile, there's no possible way I could work with you without cleaning up." He stood up, walking away from her. "And if we continue moving at this pace, we might be here for a period that seems double the actual plan."
He sighed and looked at her. "What do you say?"
"Still no." She turned her face away. "How could you even come up with something like that?" She shot back accusingly.
He dismissed it. "Then, I'll have you just cleaned."
"Isn't that just the same thing we're talking about?" She shot back.
"Cleaned, not bathing. Do you still have a problem with that?" He arched his eyebrows at her.
She felt childish instantly. "I'm cool, then. Let's get this over. And cleaning, you said. Anything beyond that might not be funny.
He went through her bathroom, another section within her large room that was segmented with foggy-designed glass. It was as vast as an average working space for multiple workers. Looking impressed, he grabbed a towel from the rack, where they were neatly folded.
He damped it directly from the sink and squeezed it.
Walking back to where she lay, he helped her sit up while cleaning up her body in the process.
"This might be a little sensitive, but I'm being professional right now, and I hope you understand."
Starting with her arm, he went down to her wrists, not missing any dry flesh.
From the first arm, he went through her shoulders, leaning her on himself so he had access to wipe her back.
The coldness of the towel made her body hair rise and caused bumps on her skin.
He noticed it and chuckled mildly.
"It's just a plain reaction to the towel," She offered since he didn't ask.
He chucked again, "Okay," while he continued. HR moved over to the section of her other arm, following the same routine. But this time he worked at her front. From her neck down to her collar bone.
He observed how her skin glowed at every single point. There was no glitch. No freckles, no acne, just a plain color blend. He was impressed again.
He continued over her chest, gently going at his pace, even while approaching her breasts. Noticing he was almost close to her breasts, she clutched them and shot him a questioning look. "I thought you were professional!" She retorted.
"I am." He replied calmly, looking at her with a mild smile.
"Before you make any silly moves, you might need to understand who I am exactly."
He smiled again. "I know who you are, Miss Calah Rocks, and like I said, I'm being professional here. I'll take your orders and work at my pace. And if you please, we would work with nature's healing pace."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, concerned.
He simply shrugged. If You want to walk soon, then cooperate with me. I'm a gentleman."
With that, he picked up the napkin to cool it off in the bathroom again.
He headed back to where she sat and pulled off the blankets that covered her feet. Shock was written over her face.
"What if I was naked beneath!"
He laughed lightly. "You can't be. You'd have felt worried all the time I was sitting here. But see, you're perfectly fine."
She threw him a dead glance. "Just do your thing."
He leaned his face close to her laps to examine them, as close as lovers might put their faces together, which got her worried. "What are you doing?"
"Don't move; I need to observe something."
Deep down, she was getting uneasy and wanted to dismiss him as quickly as possible. But he was the best-recommended masseur in the state, and her father would not hear of it if there was no tangible reason.
She watched him continue his thing. His eyes were still close to hers. He touched the ends of her thigh, side by side, just below her hip. "Does this hurt?"
She shook her head in a negative way.
"How about here?" He asked, feeling the other side of the exact spot.
"No," she muttered.
He nodded.
"That's positive, right? And I can get over this quickly, right?"
He nodded. "Mh-mh, it's a good sign. It looks fine".
He took the napkin to wipe her body. He started with her calves, going around and around in a circular motion. He moved up to her knees and wiped them, noticing the clarity. She didn't even have any scars on her knee!
Gently, he raised the first leg from her lap, searching her face for any kind of hurt. Apparently, she felt none.
She watched him wipe her laps; the fact that they were thick and he couldn't handle one with one hand made her smile in her head. 'Go girl!' she praised herself internally.
He cleaned her thighs, not spending much time on them.
Then he took another turn to the bathroom to dampen the towel again. Stretching over to her, he asked, "Do you mind?"
"What?"
"Your face."
"Oh no, I'm good," she said, shaking it off.
"Alright then,we're all set. I'm ready when you are."
"Let's begin." He dropped the towel back in the bathroom where he had gotten it from and went towards where he had sat earlier.
There, he reached for his box and brought out some massage oils.
He helped her to the chair, where he was ready to start with her legs.
"Do any of your toes hurt at all?" He began.
"No, not at all. Where I feel pain the most are my thighs. I don't recall how I fell, but my back and thighs hurt."
He took a long glance at her. He didn't know the exact story of what happened, but he knew she fell from the stairs.
"How did it happen?"
"Is that really necessary in this therapy?"
"If you wouldn't want to share, then..."
"Yes, I would like us to continue."
He nodded briefly, aiming for her thighs.
He took some almond oil in his hand and rubbed it on them gently. They were so soft and clear, even though she had a dark skin tone. He massaged on, trying to avoid going further into the joining of her legs, even though it was appealing.
He lifted one, trying to massage it and straighten it while he did so.
"Does it hurt?"
"A bit"
"How about now?" He asked, going further into her legs.
"Still, not really. It's really close to my waist."
Oh," he responded with a wave of disappointment. The woman whose body he held in his hand was beautiful and breathtaking, and as though his profession had trained him to be irresistible, it seemed a bit hard around her.
She was physically attractive and had all of that thickness.
His hand went up both of her thighs, trying to avoid contact with her face even though her face changed often as the pain rose, and also trying to distract himself before he started imagining things.
He stretched both on and on, repeating the massages, until he felt satisfied and almost on the brink of failing.
"All set."
"Thank you."
He smiled. "But we're not yet done. Your back too, although your spine could heal itself, doesn't seem that bad. What do you think?"
"Let's get this over with."
"Okay." He nodded with a smile, enjoying her determination.
He got her back to the bed and laid her on her chest. Besides being hard to move a grown adult by himself, it was harder to resist her breasts on him.
She took off her shirt, hiding her breasts within the blankets she laid on, leaving just her chiffon shorts on. As though she felt uncomfortable with it, she could do nothing.
Trusting this guy was the least on her agenda for that day.
He got some more oil over her back and kneaded it on gently. From the end of her neck down to her waistline, trying not to go close to the bump that sat majestically below her waistline.
She was all of ten. And as though he had come into contact with different women, training them, he had never been this close, skin to skin, to a woman as thick as Calah was.
He tried to keep his thoughts together, but everything was running through his mind.
From her shoulders down to her back, he had the urge to suck on it, but each time he remembered he was being professional, he had to organize himself and throw a distant question to Calah to occupy himself and her.
He moved in circular motions around her spine, taking a grip of her waist to steady it while he massaged on.
After a while of massage and extra concentration, he got out of bed.
"We're done now. Fully," he said, walking briskly into the bathroom.
"Thanks, but me? Aren't you going to help me up?"
"Um, I will," he replied, still turning around.
"Kindly help me up; this position is really uncomfortable."
For a moment, he waited, then moved to her shoulder.
"What's that?" She asked with a laugh as soon as she sat up.
"What's what?" He asked back, trying to turn around again.
"Is that a bulge? Did you just get aroused?"
"Hell no!" He countered in defense. "It's just a mild issue I've been having."
He replied, turning into the bathroom.
Calah couldn't believe what had just happened, but she laughed it off.
He returned again, briskly. "Sorry about that, Miss Calah," he apologized hastily, packing up all his stuff. "That's all for today. I'll call Lori and let her know I'm done. And I'm sorry for what you saw.
" And out the door he was.
She had a hearty laugh. She felt proud of herself. She adjusted and reached for her phone by her lampstand.