Breaker by Alexis Abbott

Author:Alexis Abbott [Abbott, Alexis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pathforgers Publishing

Kate

Six Years Later…

Ugh, the time is passing so slowly, the clock on the wall in the breakroom at work might as well be turning counter-clockwise. I sigh and flop over into one of the cushy, stark-white mod chair in the lounge, staring up at the ceiling. I am so beyond bored. I feel like this day has lasted a thousand years. I usually do enjoy my job, but on days like this when there are no bookings, I feel restless and antsy. I cross my legs and lean back in the chair, swivel idly from side to side as I listen to the seconds ticking on the wall.

In the floor-length mirror across the room, meant for helping the masseuses to keep their uniform perfectly spotless and wrinkle-free, I gaze at my own reflection. In the past six years since I hightailed it out of my sleepy hometown of Stonedale, a lot has changed. In a lot of ways, I’m nothing like the shy, reserved, sheltered girl I used to be back then. I just passed my twenty-fourth birthday a couple months ago, bringing me closer and closer to what I’m dreading will become a quarter-life crisis.

I can’t think of any other explanation for the way I have been feeling lately. I’m no longer content to waste long swaths of my days off curled up on my secondhand sofa in the tiny living room of my six-hundred-square-foot apartment, watching TV show reruns in my pajamas and ordering chicken lo mein delivered to my house. The weekends I used to spend traipsing happily through the endless stalls and vendors of the local Casper Flea Market have begun to lose some of their sheen.

Hell, even here at work I find myself zoning out and forgetting to keep up a calm conversation with my clients as I squirt warm, fragrant oil on their wound-up, tight muscles and use my small but dexterous hands to gently massage the pain and stress away. It used to be my favorite part of the job; just getting to interact with strangers on a personal level. In a lot of ways, being a masseuse feels kind of like how I imagine being a shrink must feel. People come to me in pain, under enormous stress, desperately looking for someone to coax their aching bodies back to life again. They come here in search of some relaxation, of two smooth, masterful hands to rub the pain away and two ears to listen to the bevy of complaints they’ve been lugging around like dead weight for weeks, months, even years.

Those were my most exciting bookings: the newbies.

I take such great joy in feeling years and years of built-up tension start to slowly melt away under my fingertips. It makes me feel powerful, like I possess some kind of magic that can help people find their lust for life once again. Maybe that’s just my wild imagination blossoming in too many directions at once. Maybe it’s a little romanticized. But at the end of the day, I have learned to really enjoy my job and its strange, unexpected little perks.

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