I just read over the last one and there were some errors that I didn't catch. Maa beeee. I hate writing errors, and I just cringed as I was reading part one. Granted, there were only a few, but still, that's a lot for my liking lol. So if you find any errors, please, feel free to cyber slap me:p
Well...here's part twooo...
"Well no, not at all," I grinned up at her and gave her a wink. So what if I have a girlfriend. This girl is hot. The front desk lady said I could do anything I wanted. Doing my masseuse was not excluded in any fine print that I signed. And, Selena's just wants me to relieve my stress…well goodbye stress.
"What can I do for you today, Mr. Pitt?" Her blue eyes gleamed as she looked down at me. She showed no suggestiveness in her tone; she seemed as the type of person where her eyes were just always glowing. I don't know if this is a good or a bad thing. It's a good thing because it shows she's not easy, and that guys have to work to get to her. It's a bad thing because she may not be interested in me…psh who am I kidding, of course she's interested in me. I'm Nick Pitt.
"Please, call me Nick," another subtle wink.
"Okay Nick, what can I do for you?" Hmm. No giggle. This girl's good. Okay, just shake it off Nick, shake it off. You have all day to work with her. Maybe she's just not the type to flirt?
I shrugged my shoulders to respond to her question, "I dunno, actually. My mom and girlfriend made me come here because I've been too 'stressed' lately." I watched to see her reaction, and surprisingly, there was none. No signs of jealously. No hints of envy. Her eyes never faltered. Grrr.
I closed my eyes as she placed her fingers on my temple and began to rub my forehead in circles, then side-to-side, then up and down, then circles all over again. "Hmm, well, what do you do?" My eyes shot back open as I stared into her eyes which were now curiously starting back into mine. "Hey, close your eyes and relax." Wait…did she seriously not know? I closed my eyes again as I began to fathom the possibilities…how did she not know who I was? I'm a multi-billion dollar recording artist for God's sake. My face is on every magazine, every billboard. My music is on every radio, featured in every movie…I heard her sigh as she rubbed her fingers further along my forehead. "Stop thinking so much. Just listen to the music and feel my hands on you. Relax and let me do all the work." Oh baby yes please.
She moved her head from my forehead and lightly traced her fingers down my jaw, then neckline. She stopped at my right shoulder where she began kneading at the muscles. She kneaded her way down my arm again, caressing my biceps, and then working on my hand. She repeated this process on my right shoulder, then starting trailing her hands down my stomach. Oh God, if I had known massages were this good, I would have signed up years ago. She ran her hands back up to my chest, and once again ran her hands to my abdomen, but this time, flaring off to the sides and working on my hips.
"So you never answered me," she said, working her hands up to my chest again.
"Mhmmm?" was all I could muster out. God I don't want this to end.
She giggled and then continued, "What do you do that makes you so stressed out?" She moved her hands down once again and rubbed my abs before flaring out to the side again. This girl is driving me crazy.
"I-uh…I sing," I meekly responded. What the hell is wrong with me? Oh yeah, her hands are working wonders on me. I couldn't help but think about the amazing hand jobs that she most definitely gives. Just then, she moved away from my sides and went towards then end of the table, kneading the bottom of my left foot. I kicked her hand away and then opened my eyes to give her a shy look. "Sorry…umm..I'm ticklish there..." I mumbled out.
She giggles again and nodded, "Its okay. A lot of people are ticklish," She gave me reassuring smile and then moved to my right foot. "So, singing? Don't you have like, another job, or something? It must be hard to get gigs with that kinda job," she joked. I'm utterly shocked, and I don't know if I should be offended or happy that she's never heard of me.
"Well…" this is awkward…I've never had to tell someone who I was, and frankly, I didn't know how to, "I'm kinda…a famous singer…" She stopped kneading my foot and looked into my eyes, then cracked up and started pressing her palms into my right calf.
"That's a good one," she laughed again. "Your parents forget to put you into your white padded room or somethin'?" I just grinned at her and shook my head, not believing that someone didn't know who I was. She must live under a rock, live in the middle of no where, or not use any technology what so ever to have never heard of me. I wonder if she heard of Selena….hah yeah right. If she's never heard of Nick Pitt, she's definitely not heard of Selena Tyler.
It felt so good as she began to press her palms up into the inside of my thigh. Her hands would trail higher and higher, and then come back down just to go higher then before as if she was teasing me. She was coming so close to my manhood it was unbearable. As she began to work on my other thigh, it became unbearable and I fought to suppress a moan. I need to find out about this girl.
"So, you know my name. What's your name? And what do you do?" I asked as smoothly as I could while fighting back a moan.
"Well Nick Pitt, my name is Miley Stewart. And I don't think it's fair that you never answered me, but I'll answer you anyways. I've been working part time as a masseuse for 3 years to earn money for college. I'm currently in college on a partial academic scholarship, although I have no idea what I want to major in." She began to work on my chest again as she finished telling me about herself. She's been a masseuse for 3 years…I think I must have died and went to heaven, that's my only explanation for this experience right now.
I opened my eyes once again to look at her, "Well, Miley Stewart, I think you should drop out of school and come be my personal masseuse for the rest of your life. Whatdya say?" I gave her a little wink when she made eye contact with me.
She moved her hands up to knead around my collar bone while leaning in to whisper in my ear, "In your dreams." Oh yes it is. I couldn't tell if I had imagined it or not, but I think…I hope…she just brushed her lips against my ear. Oh God. "I'm gonna need you to get up and lie on your stomach now. Can you do that for me?" She whispered into my ear. Yes master. She pulled herself away from me as she allowed me to turn over, directing my head into the hole where it is supposed to rest.
She moved to my side and once again worked on my shoulders and arms, repeating the same process as when I was facing up. When she moved to below my shoulders, she began to knead her fingers in circles. Oh fuckk that hurts. I shied away from her touch and whimpered in pain. She noticed this and moved to rubbing the back of my neck soothingly.
"Relax. You feel those knots I just touched?" I nodded my head into the table. "They'll hurt at first, but once I get rid of them, your back will feel much better. I promise. Releasing those knots from your body releases all the tension you are holding in. Ignore the pain, it will get better." It better, or else I'm writing you off in my book Miley. Okay…that's a lie. You're still pretty high up on my list, and that's a compliment seeing as I just met you…then again being hot and being able to work wonders on my body without even giving me a blow job is a pretty amazing skill.
She moved her hands back down to my lower shoulders and began to work at the knots again. They seemed to get better after about the fifth knead, but I could still feel they were there. She then moved her hands down to my lower back and pressed her palms into it. She pressed her palms all the way up my back and veered them off in opposite directions over the knots in my shoulders, pushing them further away from the center of my back. She repeated this step a couple of times before I could no longer feel those knots.
"You were right," I grumbled into the table. The more she moved her hands up the back, then more pleasure I felt with this massage.
"I told you, and I'm never wrong," I could hear a smirk in her voice.
"I know you're wrong about something," I smirked into the table.
"Oh yeah, and what's that Nick?" She kneaded her fingers sharply into my back to make me wince in pain.
"You did that on purpose," I grunted. She giggled and then continued working on my back. "What I was trying to say before I was so brutally attacked was that I am a famous musician. So you're wrong about that." I fake pouted and then cursed myself when I realized she couldn't see it.
She moved towards my legs and began working on my calves again. "Wow, Mr. Pitt. I've never had someone make up such a creative lie so that I would sleep with them. Bravo, Mr. Pitt. Bravo," she must have been smirking because the next thing I know her hands are kneading my inner thighs right before my manhood, "but, it's not gonna work," She dropped her hands lower, leaving my more shocked and turned on in my life than I have ever been.
Well Nick Pitt is a very dramatic character lol. He's sucha drama queen