Massage Therapist Intern Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Massage Therapist Intern Pt. 01

... the place in order while she dealt with a string of (mostly) female clients. Summers were busy so she would be able to hire me on a more or less full-time basis. Her house was just down the street from home, so I could be there on short notice. My day would start a half hour before her first client arrived (usually 10 AM). She reserved the weekends for private, one-on-one sessions, so my schedule was limited to weekdays only - the perfect wet dream job for a 19 year old.

Besides the light housekeeping and her outdoor pool maintenance, I would be responsible for the laundry and making up her massage table between clients. There would be a steady stream of them filing in and out of the patio door where she had set up her studio. Katie would introduce me as her "apprentice" to her clients the first time we met, so that they would get used to seeing me around. I was to be careful not to be underfoot - to stay out of the way as her clients came and went.

She would deliberately schedule a full half hour break between each appointment, giving me plenty of time to strip the table of it's fitted coversheet and collect the various items for the laundry. It was my responsibility to fill the foot bath attached to the elevated pedicure chair with warm water and Epsom Salts if there was a foot massage scheduled.

As she finished outlining the job's duties, she asked me if I had a girlfriend. Seeing my puzzled look, she told me that if I took the job, there would be a number of ...

... attractive and often scantily clad women on hand. Because I was eye candy (her words, not mine), they might well come onto me, if only because of the charged atmosphere in the studio. When I assured her that I wasn't dating and I would be able to handle her clients' flirting (that I would be flattered) she relented. With a sigh and a visible relaxation of her shoulders, she stood up, opened her arms (and consequently her robe) and invited me for a hug as she offered me the job - it appeared that my flattery had worked.

I had overcome her hesitation to hire a male intern. She asked me when I could start. I could see that there was work to do already (laundry at the very least) so I told her I could start right now. She brightened at that -- it was the answer that she had wanted to hear. She stepped right up to me and gave me another hug -- this time an enthusiastic one -- and I hugged her back. My t-shirt and shorts were now soaked in oil.

I took it upon myself to start to gather up the laundry -- some of which was scattered about. I found a laundry basket that already had some towels in it and stripped the massage table of it's soiled sheet. The laundry room was just to the side of the shower stall and Katie took the time to show just how the washer and dryer worked. I noticed that the laundry room was soundproofed to keep the studio's ambiance tranquil. As I prepared a load, Katie casually tossed her robe and her outfit into the washer, completely naked now. Without ...