Begging For It by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Begging For It by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Author:Rachel Kramer Bussel
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Begging For It
ISBN: 9781627781671
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2016-02-15T00:00:00+00:00


A PROVEN

THERAPEUTIC

FACT

D. L. Kins

So, tell me Mr. Hendricks, where does it hurt most?”

My client, James Hendricks, lay stretched out, naked, on my portable, padded, black-vinyl-topped massage table in the middle of his living room. You know, they call these tables “portable” but they really aren’t that easy to “port.” Mr. Hendricks had helped me hoist the thing out of my car and lug it into his house but, as he carried it up the last step to the front door, I could see him wincing. I knew he was in pain.

James Hendricks had a very high-powered job that created an inordinate amount of stress in his life. I had no idea what he did but, whatever it was, it allowed him this beautiful home and those indispensable little luxuries, like my services.

I’d moved out to the West Coast to be the next big thing but was smart enough to get training in something in addition to acting. An actor’s body is her instrument—well, her body and her voice—but I suppose my body is such a big part of my craft, when looking at temporary careers to fill in and pay the rent while waiting for my big break, I naturally drifted to massage school.

“Well, I guess it’s a tie between my lower back and my shoulders. Sorry, Alice. I don’t mean to make your life so difficult, it’s just been a long week. But I know you can fix it. You always work wonders.” Mr. Hendricks lay on his stomach, atop several layers of sheets, with his face in the cradle, awaiting my touch. A sheet discreetly covered his naked body.

Becoming licensed as a massage therapist was, possibly, the best thing I’d ever done. Sure, I get the occasional commercial and a line or two on a TV show every once in a while, and they pay well, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t exactly pay the rent. My massage business, on the other hand, quite easily covers the rent and keeps me in kibble, so to speak. It’s all word of mouth, really. I work on some of the wealthiest bodies in LA, and they all seem to know each other. I guess they meet at big charity functions and schmooze with each other while walking their dogs in Bel Air. I’m discreet and I make a point never to work on anyone in the business; I don’t need any conflicts of interest between my two careers.

Mr. Hendricks moaned when I began kneading his shoulders. I’d rolled the sheet down to his waist and was standing at his head. I could feel the knots; the poor guy really was a mess. After a while, they began to break up and I could move down his right arm. I worked both of his arms before returning to his back and slowly worked out the smaller tensions I found at his core. Saving his lower back and buttocks for later, I worked on his legs and feet to much oooing and aaahing before returning to the problem area.



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