Point Ultimate by Jerry Sohl

Author:Jerry Sohl [Sohl, Jerry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Sci-Fi, Science Fiction
Google: GQ-rnQEACAAJ
Amazon: B007MTTG20
Publisher: Bantam Books
Published: 1959-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Emmett was waiting for him when he came out of the steam room, the massage table ready, the mineral oil on a table nearby, the towels handy. When the door opened and Gniessin walked through the rolling steam like some demon materializing from within a puff of smoke, Emmett said, “Dr. Smeltzer said he didn’t feel well, so he won’t be down.”

Gniessin snorted as he drew a large towel around his enormous waist. “I see it’s Saturday again. Smeltzer’s always indisposed on Saturdays because he doesn’t approve of these parties of mine . . . only he’s never missed a massage session before. Check on that, will you, Jascha?”

Jascha, who had been standing silently at the side of the door to the steam room, moved forward, saying, “He’s in his room, sir. At the moment he is lying on his bed. There is sweat on his forehead.”

Emmett handed the fat man his drink. He wondered why Gniessin took the steam baths at all if he insisted on immediately replacing all the liquids he had lost.

“Sweat, eh?” Gniessin handed the empty glass to Emmett. “Jascha, send Igor to the safe and get the doctor the usual dose, will you? I had forgotten and the doctor is too proud to ask. Of course he would have in an hour to two.” He turned to Emmett. “Do you think you can manage without him, Keyes?”

“Maybe.”

Gniessin crawled on the massage table with some difficulty, sprawling out on top of it like a giant bug ready to be pinned. He sighed. “You don’t have to do too much, Keyes.”

Emmett oiled him and started to knead the man’s shoulder muscles the way Dr. Smeltzer had taught him, finding them soft and yielding. How could a man ever let himself get into such a condition? It revolted him to massage the flaccid flesh.

“The back of your hand,” Gniessin said. “The striking. That’s the best.”

Emmett changed to the percussion stroke, rapping the loose muscles sharply with the edge of his hands, up and down the back, the buttocks, the legs.

“Harder. Harder, Keyes!”

Emmett obliged. Gniessin grunted and winced, his breath short and rasping. But he did not tell him to stop. Emmett pounded even more furiously. It amazed him how much the fat man could take.

When Emmett’s own muscles tired, he changed to the friction movement, rubbing the legs briskly. But Gniessin would have none of this. He rolled over, sat up, and waved him to stop. "Enough. I'll shower now. Lots of things to do.”

He slid off the table into clog shoes Jascha had ready for him. "Jascha here tried to give me a massage once, Keyes. He only needed to be told once how to do it, but he couldn't control the power of his pounding. Nearly broke my legs. Had black and blue marks for weeks.” He laughed. "And Jascha’s supposed to go with me everywhere, but you notice he doesn’t go into the steam bath. He tried to do that once, but he almost didn’t make it to the door to get out.

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