The Visiting Massage: Male Clients Only: Silky Smooth Hands and Happy Endings

By Tosh Turner

Ben, the young but skilfully experienced massage therapist, has quit the health spa where he used to work and has gone solo, catering only for high flyers; businessmen, sportsmen, and all those who need an oily hand to relieve their stress after a testing time at work.

He is called to The Paramount Hotel to meet a new client, a local baseball player; a man built like a mountain and the game begins. Is this just for massage or maybe more? Is the straight acting, straight talking sportsman going to submit to Ben's silky touch or resist? Not many do, not many want to.

This is 'straight to gay' sex at its hottest, most seductive and most riveting; definitely not the normal 'hearts and flowers' type of read, and strictly aimed at broadminded adults and over 18's only. Looking for something special? Something that won't disappoint? You just found it!  One handed reading guaranteed. Scroll down to order now.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: May 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393829980

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The Visiting Massage

Male Clients Only: Silky Smooth Hands and Happy Endings

I stepped in through the front doors of the Paramount Hotel, on Broad Street. It was going to be a warm day, but every day was going to be hot from here on out now that summer had finally arrived. This normally tended to mean slower business for me, but in my line of work, exhausting both physically and mentally, I was happy to grab any free time that I could to rest and recover and re charge my batteries.

The entrance reception area was bright and cheerful looking almost over the top in its decorative style, aiming to attract the high flyers and those with more money than sense. I laughed to myself at the thought. I loved this place, as cheesy as it looked, as my prices doubled here as soon as I stepped foot inside that front double door.

Good morning, Ben, Today’s receptionist greeted me cheerfully from where she sat behind the desk; I knew them all and they all knew me well by now. They should do; I was in here at least twice a week and had been ever since I quit working at the spa almost a year ago and went solo..

Morning, I replied, stepping up to the counter, How are you today? Busy?

Not too bad yet, Maria replied in that cute accent she had, like a cheery baby bird. But I'm sure we'll get some walk-ins. Not everyone books in advance.

I smiled at her enthusiasm. She always wanted the hotel to be full and always seemed to be the first to go out of her way to make the guests feel welcome. She was great, so professional compared to that ass wipe who used to run the desk when I worked at the Health Spa. The dork was a complete waste of oxygen.

So... She said slowly, and I knew what was coming. Are you here to take a client today?

Every time I came here she asked the same question, and every day my answer was the same. Yes, Maria.....Otherwise I wouldn’t be here, would I? The name is Williams? Tom or Bill, or some such shit.

New guy? She commented, pointing down the register looking for an unfamiliar name.

Maybe. I can’t always remember the name; it’s the faces I remember. Did you take his appointment?

She shrugged. I’m still checking. Yep that’s it. I remember now, Mr. Williams, Simon. He’s just popped out and said he’d be back in ten minutes.

I looked at her and then at her register. I didn’t recall the name, Simon Williams, but let’s wait and see if I recognize his face when he comes back. I get by on guys rebooking me, becoming regulars, and I also get a ton of referrals, so it’s impossible for me to remember every name.

The clock ticked behind the desk, past the five minute mark. Whoever this new client was, he was late. Ten minutes became fifteen and I was thinking to myself that the guy has to pay for this. I don’t hang around hotel foyers