Hello, this is my first attempt at a Dawsey fic, so bear with me. I love this fandom and really want to try it out. I hope you all enjoy. This honestly won't be long.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.

Dawson

To say that I was exhausted was a goddamn understatement. I promise you I look dead with heavy bags under my eyes, with feverish skin and a frown permanently etched into my face. I was just done.

All twelve hours of my shift were easy with little conflict on the calls that my partner Chout and I had been sent to. With a shift like that, it should've been simple to find time to take a nap in between calls, but with Chout asking so many questions and me being the Paramedic in Charge, I had no choice but to answer them. By the time I did answer them all, we had gotten call after call and I just gave up on any chance of sleep.

Now that I'm done with one job for the day, it was time to go to second job for the last time ever. Though the money was great, I had basically paid off about 90% of my debt, and got my credit score back to where I wanted it to be.

With only an hour to kill before I had to report to my other job as a masseuse, I had no choice but to fix myself up before I had to face my clients. Just because I would be going in for the last time, didn't mean that I was allowed to let myself go. Our clients were always regulars and expected us to be the same each and every time. Though we had full control of each and every situation, we wanted to keep ourselves safe and our customers happy.

As soon as I entered the dressing room of the massage parlor, I spotted my sweetheart Sylvie. With her Bambi like eyes and blonde hair, she looked so sweet and innocent but the things that she could do with her hands could bring a man to their knees.

And she usually did.

I smiled at her and instead of sending one my way, she merely shook her head and motioned to the chair in front of her.

"You look tired as shit. Sit down, honey and let me make you real pretty for your last day."

I stole a glance at myself at the mirror that lined the wall in front of us and cringed. I didn't need Sylvie to tell me how bad I looked, I could already see it. I groaned at my appearance earning a look of concern this time.

"Damn, Gabby. What the hell happened to you?" She asked, concerned.

I shrugged. I mean, what can I say? I was tired of being tired and ready to get off for the day.

"To be honest, I just need to be done for the day so I can sleep for the next two days. I am more than ready for the weekend." I explained.

"I get you. It is our last day here. I just hope you come and visit me."

"Of course, I will. And hey! I'll still you around. You work at Lakeshore and I'm always in and out of them anyway." I added.

Sylvie ran her gentle hands through my hair before taking her curling iron and fixing it for me. She already had some make-up displayed on the counter, so I helped myself to it.

In no time, I had to admit I was looking good. I had kept it natural but still managed to hide the exhaustion that was written all over my face moments before. My hair was curled to perfection and styled into a high bun with a few strands loose to frame my face.

Just as we were done getting into our uniforms of mini khaki skirts and short sleeved white button blouses, our manager Chili came bustling through the door.

I gave her wave as she looked up from her clipboard to inform us what clients we would be serving today.

"Looks like an easy on today guys, we might even be able to close up early, especially since you two are the only ones on shift." Chili reported.

I smiled and had to take a moment to breathe a sigh in relief. I might actually get to go home earlier than I thought.

"But, I must warn you guys to be careful. Even though we have Jay and Adam on standby, we are working with two newbies today. Apparently one of our mains sent them our way." Chili added.

I rolled my eyes at how easy this was all sounding. I was glad that it was going to be a one client night as long as no one else booked us. The idea of being able to get out of this place was all too inviting. The idea that I might even be able to stop by Lino's pizzeria before it closed at ten to eat for dinner tonight was also weighing on my mind.

"Do they know protocol?" Sylvie questioned.

Chili nodded and looked at her watch before motioning us out of the room. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I made sure my cleavage was in full view before following Sylvie out of the dressing room. We went down the hall but stopped before we had to go down separate ways.

"You good?" I asked.

Sylvie nodded and turned left while I turned right. When I opened the door to the room, it was empty. I made sure to do a quick sweep of the room to make sure all the necessary alarms were in place in case things got to be too much. I had heard too many horror stories about newbies coming in and expecting too much too soon, and I sure as hell wasn't going to take any chances. Not with my two days of freedom just a few hours away.

I lit a few candles and made sure all the oils and other necessary items were in place. Taking a deep breath, I waited for the client to come in.

I didn't have to wait long as seconds later a knock came at the door.

"Come in." I called out, making sure I had a sultry smile on my face.

Expecting someone completely different, I was surprised when the man came in. With his dirty blond hair and curious eyes, he looked harmless. I visibly relaxed as I motioned for him to come in and lay down. He was nervous from what I could tell, and it was obvious that he was unsure of the situation. I had to admit though, he was very attractive.

"Hi, I'm Matt."

"Gabby." I said motioning him further into the room.

He had already stripped out of his outside clothes and had what I guessed was only his robe and some underwear on. As he took off his robe and lied down on his stomach, I got a peak at the bulge making itself known in his boxer briefs. I gave him a reassuring smile before allowing him to get comfortable.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Uh…yeah yeah. I'm um fine. Thank you." He said stumbling over his words.

I let out a small laugh, giving him a reassuring shoulder rub.

"It's okay to be nervous. Is it your first time doing something like this?" I questioned.

He lifted his head up to look at me and nodded.

"It's nothing against you or anything, it's just my buddies said I need to relax more and sent me here. Thank goodness one of them came with me, or else I would've chickened out completely." He said with a laugh.

Poor guy, I would have to make this extra special for him.

"It's cool. Just lay down and relax, remember this is all about you." I smiled.

My words seemed to have helped as he nodded, putting his head back down.

I walked around the massage table. I got out a special eucalyptus oil to start things off right. As I'm rubbing his back, he tenses and I could tell that he wasn't relaxing at all. After a few minutes of me trying to rub the kinks out, I figured I was going to have to take a different approach.

I moved away from his back to the head of the massage table and squatted down to the floor. I didn't think he realized I had even stopped touching him. His eyes were squeezed shut and it wasn't until I shuffle around to lay directly under him and the massage table did he finally opened his eyes.

They widened, but he didn't dare move an inch. I smiled as I made myself as comfortable as I could get under the table, and tucked my hands under my head.

"You do know you're supposed to enjoy the massage right? I'm here to help you honey, I don't bite unless you request it." I joked.

Granted, I have had clients ask to use a little teeth every so often, so if that was what he was into I could definitely oblige.

"Like I said it's not you, it's me. I'm just so tense with so much on my mind all the time."

"I feel you. Just let me help, okay? I wanna make you feel good." I told him.

He looked at me curiously before nodding his head. I got up off the floor and made my way back to his back. He flinched as my fingertips grazed the middle of his back, but eased up as I kept rubbing. Soon enough he was relaxed and let out a few hearty moans as I went on. He kept shifting every so often and the deep breaths he was taking was a sign that it was time to get things moving.

"Turn, on your back."

Matt froze and lifted his head up to face me.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He said sheepishly.

I had my hands akimbo as I waited for Matt to get over his embarrassment. He continued to stutter over his words, practically begging to stay on his back. I was so confused because at this point, he should be ready for me to finish him off, yet he seemed way too wary for comfort.

Without getting under the table again, I got to eye level with Matt and held his face in my hands. His blue eyes seemed shocked at the touch and to be honest, I was surprised to. Never had I tried to take such care with a client like this but something about Matt made me want to make him feel better, even if it was only for an hour or two.

"Matt, just turn over, I don't care what you look like and plus, this is my job. I'm here to make you feel good."

He closed his eyes and sighed before flipping over to his back. I smirked and stood up, ready to see what I was working with. As I walked back around to the front, I managed to trip over myself a bit as I glanced at the tent being made in his underwear. I could tell where the tip had been dripping with precum and was probably aching to be set free. When I chanced a glance at Matt, his hands covered his eyes and I couldn't but let out a small giggle at what he was doing. How the hell do you come to a place like this and be so fucking shy?

I reached out and pulled his briefs down, letting his penis go free. I heard him hiss at the cool air on his exposed member but merely smiled as I went to move my hand over to it. Just as I held it in my hands, Matt's hands shot to my wrist pulling me back.

I looked back at him in fear as he looked at me questioningly.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing?" he asked me accusingly.

I nodded toward his dick as he looked down at it too.

"My job, now would you stop freaking out? As nice as you seem, I am trying to get out of here at a decent hour, you know?"

"Your-your job? The fuck? Is this—wait what?" He looked around the room and spotted my basket of supplies. From massage oil to condoms, the basket was overflowing with a little bit of everything.

He hopped off the table not even bothering to tuck his penis back into his pants. He hobbled over to the basket and started going through it. I don't know why I let him but something about all this was entertaining. I mean, what? Did he think places like this didn't exist? Was it too good to be true?

Finally stepping away from my supplies and tucking his penis back in, he turned back to me and looked me up and down. Taking in my attire, his jaw went slack.

"Oh God."

And that's when it hit me too.

"Wait a minute, did your friend not tell you what this place was?" I questioned hesitantly.

Matt rubbed at his eyes and shook his head no.

Oh dear. This is bad.

"But you signed the forms! How the fuck did you get this far into this place and not realize that you get a massage and your junk played with?" I yelled in disbelief.

"No, no this can't be happening." Matt mumbled over and over.

I tried to take a step towards him but he took a step back instead. It wasn't until he opened his mouth again, that I knew what he was thinking.

"Okay look, I am a firefighter. If you are in trouble just say the word. I know cops, okay? I can help you. You don't have to do this." He replied urgently.

Taking a giant step toward me he took both of my hands and looked me in the eye. I couldn't help but feel like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown, but it was entertaining.

"You do know I consented to doing this, right?"

"What?"

"This is all consensual, Matt. No one is being forced. Granted, this is the lower east side but this isn't as sketchy as you might think. It's just a place for high paying people to go have a little fun and relax. Not to mention, confidential. And if you let anyone know that you were treated by me, I could sue your firefighting ass since you did sign the contract." I explained.

His hands dropped for mine and instead they went searching for his robe. Though I wanted to protest, I let him pick it up and place it on himself.

"I can't believe I was dragged into this." Matt said, taking a seat on the table.

I was confused since I was sure he was leaving, but the fact that I was being paid on the clock and hadn't had to get on my knees was a plus so I let him keep going. I walked over to the table and sat next to him.

"Well, I'm sorry if you didn't enjoy your time here. This is the first time something like this has happened to me and I've only been doing this for a few months. But hey, if it's any consolation, neither one of us have to set foot into this place again after today. This is my last day." I explained.

He nodded, "Why? Isn't this like your day job?"

Though I wasn't supposed to get personal with these guys, I didn't think it would hurt to talk to Matt.

"Yes and no. I'm actually a PIC for House 23. This is what is paying off some serious student loans. And it's not all bad either. I mean, I don't actually go far with clients because I really don't want to. It's more like blow jobs and hand jobs. Everyone is clean and we get tested every week too."

"Hey, you're a PIC at 23? I know a few guys over at that house."

"Yup, the track to med school has been forever sidelined, so instead I settled for the crazy life of a paramedic. It's cool though." I shrugged.

"It's not a boring life, that's for sure. It's like having a second family though. The people in each house care for each other."

I nodded in agreement while also failing to stifle a hefty yawn. Matt noticed and gave me a short but gentle pat on the back.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time. I just—I just didn't know…" Matt apologized.

I shrugged again, actually being honest about how okay I was with the situation. This guy was cute, a little whiny but still very nice. It was refreshing when all I usually get are these other scumbags.

"It's fine. It was actually really nice. I'm sorry for touching your dick. I just thought you getting hard and all your responses meant that you knew. Which, I'm still not sure how you got this far and still had no idea what you were getting into. That's like virtually impossible!" I said laughing.

Matt smiled embarrassingly, "I just signed what they gave me and moved on. I've never been to any type of masseuse or chiropractor, so I thought that all the questions about STDs and sexual history were due to health precautions!"

"Oh my poor, naïve boy! What am I going to do with you? Goodness, Matt. You're literally my last customer ever, and I couldn't have asked for a more enjoyable because dude you are ridiculous."

I kept laughing and soon Matt joined me too. We didn't stop until his phone beeped. He picked it up, frowning as he read the message. He sighed.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I think it's time for me to go. My friend, Kelly, the one who brought me here is done, and asking if I enjoyed myself as well as telling me to hurry up and 'finish'."

I giggled at the stupid pun, because why not? This whole situation was hilarious.

Tying the robe around him, Matt stood up and gave me a hopeful look.

"Since this is your last day here, you'll have a lot of free time after your shifts. Do you maybe wanna grab coffee or breakfast sometime?" He asked.

I nodded, allowing him to give me a hug before taking his phone and putting my number in. He smiled as he looked at his phone screen before locking his phone and telling me bye one last time. I took a look around at the room and sighed.

This was not the way I expected to end my last day at the parlor.

But I sure as hell ain't complaining.

Until next time...thanks for reading.

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Nessa