Leather face took a deep breath and stepped out thankful her head was resting face down on the towel. He took another folded towel and dropped it over her rear end so it wasn't staring him in the face. She reached behind her pointing to her back
If he hadn't had such a strong urge to please, a habit his family had always taken advantage of, he would have made a break for it.
"I want to rub my shoulders first, especially this side. Then down to the bottom." she raised her head just enough to check the door was closed and they had privacy before she settled down. Leather face squeezed a bit more to the gurney trying to keep himself out of her side view.
Realizing he wasn't going to be able to walk away by doing nothing he tentatively reached out and began rubbing her shoulders trying to pretend he was checking a hunk of beef.
"MMM oh..Sarah! Whatever gloves you have on are wonderful! Very warm. Harder please."
He complied, starting to feel like he was stuck making dough balls his maw used to make to go in the dumplings. She groaned again.
"Good down please..here..."She tossed the towel off he had put over her and he shot a frantic look to the door.
Nobody had told him he'd be doing this and if they had he would have bowed out. Nobody ever told him anything. Annoyed he pressed harder.
After one or two rubs he became interested in her rear end. Soft skin. That was usually a good sign. Her buttocks were muscular which made great flank steaks. He moved a little lower feeling the muscles on the back of her legs. They had a sweet layer of fat over the muscle which he loved since it made the meat so much tastier compared to the dry skinny stick legs he tended to wind up with. Even Michael who seemed to always be on a diet so he could watch his figure for solo shows enjoyed them.
She was still mumbling sleepily at what a fabulous job he was doing when movement made him glance up guiltily. He almost groaned out loud. Sarah stood staring at him holding a steaming bowl of water. Her eyes were huge. Behind her much to his horror was Micheal apparently being nice enough to carry some more towels up.
He realized he was staring in dismay as they gazed at him with his hands smack dab on the ass of their guest. He jerked them away as if he'd set his hands on a burner.
"Sarah? Why did you stop?" Sarah hurried to Elizabeth eyeballing Thomas. He waited for her to denounce him as a pervert. He was already starting to feel threatened and his chainsaw and meat hooks were not here.
"Ah oh just resting my hands a moment Countess."
To Leather face relief Sarah made a shooing motion at him and he bolted nearly running down Micheal in the process. Micheal was still watching all this trying not to laugh.
Once outside with the door closed Leather face, made pleading motions with his hands while Micheal chuckled at him.
With much begging and even a few quick promises that Micheal could have whatever prime cut of meat he wanted for a whole week he got the masked killerto promise to not humiliate Thomas for the night.
Tomorrow all bets were off. The story was just to juicy.
"Write a song about it." Michael said, snickering. " If the ass never comes or something like that."
Leather face glumly wondered if he should hike out of here and go stay someplace else. There was a nice barn not too far from here.
Upstairs Sarah gave the countess a look. " That wasn't funny countess."
The aristocrat grinned at her still relaxing. " I found it funny and he had wonderful hands. I wonder if I can buy his time? No matter, I'd like to be getting dressed for dinner soon. I can hardly wait to taste American fare! I'll bet its delicious!"
Once downstairs Leather face realized the stew was starting to smell rancid and he ran to the kitchen almost sending Ghost face into the wall since he was staring at the phone and not paying attention.
The phone got knocked out of Ghosts hand and he did a comical grab miss, grab miss, dive for the floor to stop the phone from hitting it, and another grab sending it tumbling under the coffee table.
"Shit! My call!"
Micheal was sitting on the couch picking up a magazine while he stewed over his miss in Haddonfield. He leaned back sliding his ass down to the edge of the cushion and resting his head on the back to read, ignoring Ghost face who was cursing at how dark it was under the table.
Ghost face was still trying to find the phone. He abruptly saw it by Micheal's shoe and dived for it nearly head butting the other killer in the nards.
Micheal sat up quickly saving his gonads. He glared at his smaller companion. " What the hell are you doing?"
Ghost face popped his head up between Micheal legs where he was still kneeling. He spoke in a sincere pleading tone.
"This is really important to me man!"
Movement made them both turn to where Jason had paused at the door staring at them and Freddie grinned at them from behind the big masked man.
Jason put his hands up shrugging " I was just getting a drink." He headed to the kitchen.
"Fuck this I'm going to bed. Call me for dinner." Freddie said. He shook his head and grumbled unkind things.
