Disclaimer: I own nothing. Most of this is borrowed from Glee, the author, Twyla Turner, role plays, and other sources. I am just the juggler keeping all these perspectives in the air as this story is told for our fandom.
Chapter One
March 3, 2023
"So…how long has it been, Mercedes?" Tina teased.
Mercedes looked up from the waiting room magazine to glare at her bestie: "How long has what been?"
"Since you've gotten laid?" Tina giggled.
Kurt snickered at the question.
After a string of bad or boring sex with several guys, Mercedes had almost given up. The last one was the straw that permanently put her on a sexual hiatus.
The guy was handsome and seemed normal. Then as they were undressing each other, Mercedes got a good look at his drawers and saw a brown streak.
"Anthony, are you freaking serious?!" Mercedes pulled a disgusted face.
"What?" The guy looked around as if he didn't see the stain staring him in the face.
"You have a shit stain in your underwear! What the hell!"
"What's the big deal?" He shrugged.
Mercedes looked at him as if he had lost his mind.
"The big deal is you either don't know how to wipe your behind or wash it."
"A man touching his asshole is gay."
"Oh my God! You're an absolute freaking dumbass. Have you ever had anal sex?"
"Yeah, but only with women."
"So, if anal sex with a woman isn't gay, then neither is YOU wiping and cleaning your own ass! If you're trying that hard not to be gay, I think you might want to reevaluate your sexuality. Because straight men who are secure in their sexuality… WIPE THEIR NASTY ASSES!"
Mercedes gathered up her clothes she'd just discarded and angrily started putting them back on as she grumbled to herself.
"Baby, wait." He reached out to touch her.
"Don't even think about touching me. It's too late. Your nasty behind is never touching me."
And with that, she stormed out of his place and headed home.
"It's been about twenty-three months." Mercedes tried to say nonchalantly as she continued to flip through the magazine. "Why do you think I need this massage? Every time a man smiles at me, I think about nasty draws."
Choked giggles came from her friends as they tried to stifle their laughter.
Mercedes had gladly set up their appointment for after their weekly Saturday lunch, in desperate need of a massage to relieve the tension lack of sex was causing. She was not used to going such long stretches without some quality dicking down.
After Shane was convicted and sentenced to twenty years for the human trafficking of minors and child pornography, and she divorced him, Mercedes made a list of vows for herself that she still lived by four years later.
Mercedes's Ten Commandments
I will wear whatever I want.
I will do whatever I want to my body.
I will never let a man gaslight me ever again.
I will always be in control of my happiness.
I will never be in a serious relationship ever again.
I will have sex whenever I want.
I will always come first when engaging in a sex only situationship.
I will never let someone's judgment of me bother me.
I will do my best to look out for and protect those who can't protect themselves.
Lastly, I WILL NEVER LET ANOTHER MAN IN MY HEART!
Her commandments had been working perfectly the last four years. Mercedes couldn't have been happier, living her truth. She did find herself lonely every now and again, at night when she didn't have anyone to share dinner with or cuddle up with after a long stressful day. But even when she'd had someone, it wasn't guaranteed that he would be there to cuddle with her anyway. And the alternative was way worse than not having someone to come home to.
How could she possibly trust any man with her heart again after what Shane did? He wasn't just her husband. He had also been her best friend for years. She'd thought she knew him better than anyone else in the world, and he played her. Betrayed her. Nearly destroyed her.
If it wasn't for her real best friends, Mercedes had no doubt that she wouldn't have made it. She peeked over at two of them and smiled happily.
All she needed a man to do was satisfy her sexual needs. The rest of her emotional and intellectual needs were met through her relationships with her friends.
A spa employee wearing all black approached them with a clipboard, pulling their attention.
"I'm so sorry.. I forgot to ask your preferences. Would you rather have a male or female massage therapist?" She asked with her pen at the ready.
"Male!" Mercedes blurted out.
"I'll take a man." Tina said with a sigh. "It's been a while since male hands have touched this skin."
"Oookay… And you, Sir?" The woman moved on to Kurt quickly.
"I'll take a woman."
The woman wrote down their preferences and walked away. On the end of the plush waiting room couch, Kurt leaned forward and looked over at all of them.
"I doubt Blaine would like it if I had some strange man touching all over me," Kurt whispered to them. "I'll get a hot stone massage from a lady here and then get my hot man massage later tonight," Kurt winked and grinned happily.
"Eh…you suck!" Tina grumbled.
"Must be nice," Mercedes frowned comically, but couldn't hold it. She couldn't help but smile at her smitten friend.
Kurt had found the man of his dreams early in life, and they were still in a relationship. Unlike Tina who had broken up with Artie to be with Mike, broken up with Mike because he moved to Chicago to attend the Joffrey School of Ballet, and later got back with Artie and was now single again.
Mercedes was woman enough to admit that every now and then she felt a twinge of envy when she saw Blaine and Kurt together after all these years. Making her think maybe true love did actually exist.
The spa employee came to take them back. "We're ready for you."
They followed the woman who guided them to their individual rooms. Last, she led Mercedes to a room further down the hall.
"You can get undressed, lie face down on the table, and drape the towel there over your hips. Tank will be in, in a moment." The woman explained pleasantly.
"Thank you," Mercedes nodded.
The room was a typical room in most spas. It was calming and meant for all types of took a deep, relaxing breath as she absorbed the atmosphere while taking off of her clothes.
She looked at her tiny thick hourglass figure. Full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs, and an ass that bounced as she walked. While dating Shane she had dieted and exercised to get to her smallest size. Now she only exercised for her health. Even though she exercised and ate okay most of the time, she was still predisposed to thickness. She'd learned to appreciate her body.
She laid on the soft massage table and draped the towel that had awaited her on the table over her big behind. In fact, the towel came up a bit short because of her overly round backside. She could feel cool air hitting her lady bits. Mercedes shrugged and placed her face in the padded hole in the table and waited.
A few minutes later, the door opened. Mercedes's eyes opened and she watched as a pair of large masculine white shoes appeared in her line of sight. She breathed in deeply, anticipating large firm hands on her body.
"Hello, my name is Tank. Just relax your body. I'll take care of you." A smooth deep voice reached her ears.
"I'm sure you will, Tank." Mercedes practically purred. "I'm Mercedes, by the way."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mercedes."
"Likewise, I'm sure."
She heard him move around a bit over the sounds of the trickling fountain and soft Zen-like music. The smell of oils reached her nose. Orange, lavender, and jasmine. Mercedes flinched when the feel of warm oil suddenly hit her spine. He drizzled the soothing liquid across her back and she melted into the soft table, her eyes closed languidly.
His large hands finally touched her skin and she sighed. He firmly worked the kinks out of her back, her spine cracking here and there along the way. The heels of his hands pressed down across her back, his fingertips just grazing her sides and dancing over the sides of her breasts. Little sounds of pleasure escaped from Mercedes's lips.
Tank's hands glided up the center of her spine and curved around her shoulders. He kneaded the muscles there and Mercedes turned into mush. His thumbs firmly stroked up the column of her neck. He gently lifted her head, swiftly turning it from side to side. A series of satisfying pops echoed in the room.
Mercedes took that opportunity to sneak a glance at her massage therapist. It just so happened that the crotch of his pristine white pants landed right above the table, right at eye level. It was obvious to Mercedes's practiced eye that he was aroused by her body or the sounds she had been making or maybe both. There was a clear dick print pressed against the front of his pants. Her eyes traveled higher, over a muscular physique to a very handsome face.
Tank paused for a moment and then continued. His hands smoothed down her back and worked her most problematic spot. Her lower back. The sounds escaping her throat grew louder as he soothed the pain with his magic hands. His fingers stroked a little higher under the towel, caressing the rise of the two globes of her backside.
Mercedes smiled.
Next, he moved to her legs, starting at her ankles and making his way up. This is what she'd been waiting for. Wondering if he would be brave enough or bold enough to do what he truly wanted to do. Mercedes certainly hoped so. Her sopping wet sweet spot hoped so. She had been wet from the moment she saw his masculine feet. And it had only gotten more intense as the massage carried on.
He took both hands and placed them on the back of her right knee. Slowly, he kneaded up her thigh, working her hamstring. His fingertips inched closer to her most sensitive place and then retreated. Mercedes wasn't sure if he was nervous to go further or if he was teasing her. Just in case he was nervous, Mercedes let out a soft gasp that couldn't be mistaken for anything but arousal. She then added a roll to her hips, as if she was seeking out more.
A cough/grunt reached her ears and she knew she had him. Tank moved to her left leg and repeated the same massages. But this time his fingers reached further and grazed her wet lips. Mercedes lifted her hips slightly to add to the caress. The feel of his fingertips just barely touching her made her hiss through her teeth. Tank's other hand squeezed her outer leg in response to her reaction.
Seconds later, he whipped the towel away completely, baring her lush assets. She felt more oil being drizzled down her body. He started at her lower back, let it stream down the seam of her ass, and then down each leg. He rubbed the oils into her legs, gliding up to her slit. His fingers lightly stroked over her dripping labia, and continued on to the round globes of her behind. He firmly massaged her glutes, starting from the outside and working inward towards her nether regions once more. With each upward stroke his thumbs moved closer to her cleft. When his thumbs finally passed over her wet heat, she felt teeth nip at her bottom.
"So beautiful," he whispered.
Finally, he dipped his fingers within her depths and her muscles clenched around him and she moaned loudly. His fingers slick with her arousal and the massage oils stroked through her lips to the hood of her clit. Mercedes lifted her hips and pressed herself firmly against his hand.
"Turn over," he commanded breathlessly. "Let me take care of your front."
Mercedes gladly turned around. Their faces finally in full view of each other. Tank's jaw ticking rhythmically as he restrained himself from jumping her. His nostrils flared as he breathed in her arousal. His eyes swept from her face to her toes.
"You're gorgeous!"
"As are you," Mercedes said thankfully.
Tank grabbed the glass of oils and poured more down her sternum, stomach, and hairless mound. Tank ran a fingertip through the oil between her breasts, and drew a path to her nipple. He slowly circled the dusky brown peak and it tightened into a little pebble. Mercedes's lips popped open and she arched her back, trying to press her breasts towards him, wanting more.
She had to give it to him. Tank was turning out to be the master of drawing out a sensual moment. As he moved to the next nipple, he bent over to flick his tongue against the peak he had already brought to attention. At the feel of his tongue against her, Mercedes's lower half began to move restlessly, seeking attention. Tank didn't disappoint.
His hand followed the path of oil down her tummy to where it stopped at her mons. His talented hands began an erotic massage of mound and lips, careful to avoid her slick entrance and clit. But the way his fingers kneaded and rubbed her lady bits, he reached a deeper level of pleasure for her, massaging the nerve-endings that connected her clit. Mercedes felt one of the strongest orgasms of her life inching forward.
"Ahhh! Tank, that is so incredible. Please, don't stop!" She gasped.
One of her hands gripped the table in a vice grip, the other found his rock-solid cock pressing painfully against his pants. Mercedes rolled her hips up as she panted harshly. Her climax gained momentum and just before it hit, Tank bent down and latched his mouth onto her engorged clit. He tongued her sensitive nub with tiny flicks as stars burst behind Mercedes's eyelids.
"Unhhhhh! Mercedes cried out as her back came off the table.
Tank quickly covered her mouth with his hand to try to stifle her cries.
Mercedes's new favorite massage therapist lifted his head from her and smiled. He quickly began to unclasp his pants.
"Alrighty, Tank. That was amazing, but I'm sure my friends are waiting for me." She stated, dismissing him.
She slid off of the table as he adjusted himself and rezipped up his pants.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"No need to apologize. You did an incredible job. The tension is completely gone from my body." Mercedes complimented him while she wiped the excess oil from her skin with a fluffy white towel.
She turned her back to him, pulling on her panties and dress. She sensed his eyes on her body the whole time. As she straightened her clothing, she felt his body heat close behind her. Tank planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck. She smiled, but pulled away.
"Do you have a card? I just might schedule an appointment with you in a couple of weeks."
"Sure. I'd love to work out any kinks you have in the future. I mean, if you'd like we can even set up a standing appointment for every Saturday. I even do house calls with a portable table and everything." Tank tried to suggest nonchalantly, but could barely disguise his eagerness.
Mercedes knew better.
She grabbed her purse and placed the card he gave her inside, before pulling out two twenty-dollar bills.
"No, I think it would be best if I just set something up as needed. But thank you for offering." Mercedes smiled sweetly to soften the blow as she handed him the forty-dollar tip. "Until then…"
"Bye, Mercedes."
"Bye, Tank."
She strutted out the door, leaving him staring longingly after her. His eyes already conveyed that he was smitten. She was used to it. But she'd yet to find a man who could handle her appetite. Or one who was okay with her sexual openness. They thought they wanted someone sexually confident. But in the long run, they always ended up being insecure in their ability to keep her satisfied. She knew most men secretly wanted a virgin with the skill of a porn star.
That ship had sailed long ago, but the latter, Mercedes could work with.
She walked out into the waiting area and found her friends waiting for her. She smiled 's mouth dropped open in shock. And Kurt was too busy grinning at a text that Blaine must have sent her to notice Mercedes's glow.
"You didn't!" Tina gasped in shock.
"I did," Mercedes smiled and nodded in satisfaction.
"Ugh! I hate you!" Tina grumbled, not meaning a word of it. "My guy didn't even attempt to go anywhere near my neglected lady parts. He was totally professional," her tone hinting that professionalism was clearly not what she was looking for.
Tina pouted as she stood up with Kurt. Mercedes wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gave her a good squeeze.
"That's probably because you were being uptight. All you have to do is moan a little here, roll your hips a little there, and voila, he's knuckles deep in your honey pot." Mercedes offered up her infinite sexual wisdom.
"Thanks for telling me now." Tina rolled her eyes. "But that's not why. It's probably because I…I may have broken wind."
They all stopped, looked at each other, and collapsed on one another laughing hysterically as they walked out into the cool spring afternoon.
"You farted?!" Kurt exclaimed.
"Shh!" Tina tried to silence them. "Someone will hear you guys."
"That's just classic!"
"I couldn't help it! I got so relaxed that everything relaxed." Tina buried her face in her hands.
"Do you know what the difference is between us, Tee?" Mercedes asked as she slid on her giant sunglasses.
"What? I eat foods that make me gassy and you don't?" Tina asked.
"No, silly. You fantasize about men making the moves on you, and I make the moves on them. I am the aggressor. There's nothing wrong with either approach, especially because where as you want a relationship, I just want a quick roll in the hay. But if you want some good pipe laid without strings attached, you're gonna have to take a more proactive approach.. Don't let life happen to you. How about you happen to life?"
"I know I should be more aggressive. But it's just not me. The one time I tried I was accused of using vapor rub to rape a guy. And besides, I want to be swept off my feet. I want some alpha male, that I'm attracted to of course, to come and lift me over his shoulder and carry me away like a caveman. You know I'm a little old school like that," Tina admitted.
"And there's nothing wrong with that. You'll find your guy." Mercedes said as she patted her friend on the back. Thinking she thought she had had that with her ex and look how that turned out. She was definitely not into the fantasy that Tina had concerning relationships.
"Yes, you will," Kurt added. "But in the meantime, just live vicariously through Mercedes who after almost two years finally got her groove back. Now start talking. What did your therapist look like and what did he do?"
"You have a man, though." Tina rolled her eyes at Blaine.
"God willing, I'll never have a new dick again. So, I still want to hear all of Mercedes's dirty stories." Kurt grinned deviously.
Mercedes smiled before telling them the details as they all piled into Blaine's SUV that Kurt borrowed for the day, since his vehicle was much better equipped for all of them to fit comfortably in unlike Kurt's two seater convertible.