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“I think we need to talk,” she said before sitting in a nearby chair.
I didn’t say a word.
“I’m a married woman with a daughter at Bloomsburg and a son at Villanova.”
Maybe she was older than I thought, but I just nodded my head.
“What happened last time was highly inappropriate…”
I cut her off in mid-sentence. “I am so sorry if I offended you in any way,” I said. She could hear the fear in my voice.
“Oh no,” she said. “It’s not your fault. You just did what I told you to.”
“I guess I shouldn’t have,” I offered lamely.
“Does this happen to you often?”
“Define often,” I said with a laugh, which I immediately regretted.
“So it does happen?”
“It does. It’s a legitimate massage technique, though not without some controversy.”
“Is it even legal?”
“I like to think of it as a grey area in terms of legality. For me, it is a service that I can provide if desired.”
“So you provide this service to all your clients?” With her voice, she put quotes around the word service.
“No, not by a long shot. But I’ve never turned anyone down who has asked for it.”
She sat still for a moment.
“Does Millie ask for it?”
“That’s an unfair question.”
“No, I’m sure you’re too discreet to answer such a question.” There were quotes around discreet as well.
She sat silent for quite a while.
“You seem to spend a lot of time thinking about my business. Wine service, receptionist, tanning bed.”
She smiled and my heart melted. “I guess I do. Not that you pay any attention to me!”
“I’ll have you know that I was reviewing receptionist resumes when you came in.”
“Bravo!”
“And I’ve started reviewing tanning beds.”
“That’s actually very sweet.”
“It is?”
“Yes. Women love to be listened to and taken seriously. Few men seem to understand that.”
She caught me glancing at my watch.
“Next client coming soon?”
“About 15 minutes.”
“Not Mildred again.”
I didn’t say a word.
“You schedule Mildred right after me twice a week?” She clearly had an issue with this.
“It just kind of worked out that way.”
“I don’t know that I like her 60 minutes following right after mine.”
“90 minutes,” I said, immediately regretting it.
She cocked her head to one side, “What do you do for an hour and a half with a naked woman? I assume she’s not shy about taking off her clothes.”
“I won’t comment on her attire, but a 90-minute session is not the least bit unusual. Especially with athletes. It gives you time to give an overall relaxing massage, plus time to concentrate on problem areas.”
“Oh, I bet those problem areas get very interesting!” You can imagine where the quotes were.
“Yes, things like cellulite treatments, sports injuries, extensive facial and neck treatments. Lots of things you can’t easily attend to in just an hour.”
“I’m sure Mille has lots of sports injuries to attend to. She likes to flash everyone in the dressing room so I know she has no cellulite!” No quotes here but plenty of animosity.
“How do you know that lack of cellulite isn’t because of me?” I asked with some satisfaction.
She pursed her lips. “I don’t.” She took a large drink from her wine glass. “What’s your schedule like tomorrow? Can you accommodate me for a 90-minute session?”
“Probably. Let me check.” I carried my glass to the desk and opened my schedule. “Morning or afternoon?”
“You have no appointments tomorrow?”
I laughed, “I have appointments, but I could fit you in at 10 AM or anytime after 3 PM.”
“What’s your last appointment?”
“I’m flexible. Benefit of living upstairs.”
“So 4:00 to 5:30 wouldn’t be unreasonable?”
“Not at all.”
“How about the same thing for Fridays or Mondays?”
“Friday I would have to move things around. Could be done. But Monday is open.”
“Try for Friday, but if you can’t, Monday will be fine.”
She sat the glass on the table. There was a distinct pink lipstick stain on the rim. I stood to walk her to the door and she walked up very close to me. We were practically touching. She looked me right in the eyes.
“When you touch your clients intimately like that, doesn’t it bother you?”
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I mean.” She leaned back and looked directly at my crotch.
“Usually not.”
“Usually?”
“Yes.”
“But sometimes?”
I actually felt myself blush.
She turned to walk away. “It seems to me that you were walking a little funny when you left me last week.”
And with that, she left.