He shook her hand and they shared satisfied smiles. "I'll see you tomorrow at 10 AM, I'll leave the address with the secretary outside. It's nice doing business with you, goodbye."
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Lucy is standing in front of the Top Fight Gym. She looked at the big letters on top and took a deep breath before going in.
"Good morning!" She greeted louder than intended and now she had a group of half-naked men looking at her.
She literally doesn't know where to look but a sudden bang saved her from the deafening silence and curious stares. They all looked in unison at the shirtless hunk pounding a poor sandbag.
"Lucy! Here!" Jimmy is pacing hurriedly towards her. He is fully clothed, thank god.
"Everyone!" He clapped twice to get everyone's attention and introduced the young lady.
"This is Lucy, He is Owen's new massage therapist. She'll be visiting us regularly so you better show her some respect and keep your hands to yourselves!"
"What do take us for Coach!" There were synchronized complaints and offended pleas from around the gym after that statement. It weirdly consoled Lucy and got her nerves to settle in.
"Don't worry, they are all good guys. I added that last line knowing they'll react this way." He whispered playfully to her.
"Let's go." He signaled for Lucy to follow him.
"Owen!" They walk towards the hunk who was mercilessly pounding the sandbag earlier.
Lucy noticed the lad was quite tall like the masked man. One striking feature is a cute mole on his nape she caught a glimpse of just before he turned around. It would only be slightly visible if he's wearing a shirt.
She could feel his faint surprise after taking a look at me.
"This is Lucy, the one I told you about before from the muscle clinic I go to."
"Hello, I'm Lucy your new massage therapist." She introduced herself politely.
He pulled up reached out his hand for a handshake and asked. "How's grandma?"
Did he just say, Grandma? Lucy couldn't process the words that she just heard. It took a few moments of buffering before it hit her, her mouth slightly open from the shock.
This pretty boy is the masked man.
His eyes are as sharp as she can remember and she can see his chiseled jaw that was covered by a mask before.
"Y-yeah, she's good. Thanks." She answered nervously while shaking his wet hands
"Wow, you know each other? That's even better!" Jimmy is holding his hands together tightly like in a prayer until he claps again and gently instructs the man. "Owen, please guide Lucy to the treatment room."
She went inside and scanned the room thoroughly. The room looks clean and has a massage table in the middle, pretty decent than what she expected for a sports gym.
"Please lie down so we can start the treatment." She started getting towels and oil from her bag when she noticed Owen taking off his shorts at the corner of her eye.
Her heart started to pound which was weird even for her. She doesn't know what got into her but she thought the man was going commando for the treatment so she tried to stop him by holding her hands up in panic.
"You don't have to take everything o-." She cut her words off when compression shorts under his gym shorts were revealed.
"What?" Owen asked, maintaining a stoic face.
"Nothing, carry on." I returned to taking things out of my bag embarrassed and my face burning from my mistake.
By the time she turned around, Owen was already lying down on the table.
She started by putting oil on her hands and stroking his back to prepare for kneading. She did her job as usual but she can't help but appraise again how his body is thoroughly sculpted. It's not bulky or particularly hard, but just rough enough to see where the muscles end and start again. His skin is supple too, unexpected for an MMA fighter.
She was so caught in the moment that she didn't notice she was already done with his back. She was rubbing mindlessly for a while now so she abruptly let go when she realized she needed to move on to the next part.
"You have warm hands." Owen suddenly remarked while she was reapplying oil in her hands.
"Yes. I get that a lot." The reason Lucy gets requested a lot at the clinic is because of these warm hands. Clients mention her massage having soothing effects and not feeling the same way with other therapists.
She folded his shorts so she could access his hamstrings. He didn't seem to mind and simply lifted them slightly to make it easier for her to adjust the clothing. She went on as usual and did her best to avoid any more distractions. She can't afford to mess up here.
She was about to finish but thought she should him a bonus for helping Nana from before. She observed that his body was tense and decided targeted stretches might do the trick.
"Please lie on your back." She wiped her hands with a towel.
He did as instructed. She had another towel ready to cover his pelvic area and swooshed that over without taking a peak.
"Put your hands at the back of your neck." She moved over to hold both of his elbows down. He is keeping his eyes closed and putting little resistance to pressure.
They did a few more rounds before she went towards his lower side and folded his knee, applying pressure there. As a result, the towel she laid down across his pelvis crumpled and exposed some skin on his upper thigh.
She breathes in as she fights the urge to peak. I think I'm turning into a pervert.
She closed her eyes while applying pressure and opened them up to adjust the towel before doing the same to the other knee.
She was on her final push when Jimmy went in. "Oh, you're not done yet?."