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Her eyes watered and she asked for some more soothing spray. Sara obliged and in a few short minutes, it was all over. She rubbed some cooling oil on Annie’s freshly waxed area then handed her a mirror. Annie checked out her new, bald nether regions. “Hey, that wasn’t so bad,” she said as she rubbed her smooth, silky mound.
She slid off the table, gingerly at first, and then put on her robe and panties. After handing Sara a generous tip, she went to find Michael and Daveed.
Chapter 6
Annie was nervous as she left the waxing room to find Daveed. He’d said this was where the kinky stuff happened and she was afraid, but also curious about what she might find in the back here. To her amazement—or disappointment, she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
When she finally found him, Daveed was already eating Chinese at the coffee bar while he talked to a buffed and toned hottie who Annie hadn’t met yet.
Hmmm….I wonder who that hot-body is, she thought as she walked over to her friend.
“Daveed, is it massage time yet?”
He turned to her with a big smile. “Oh, honey! It’s anything you want time. Now tell me how much you’re enjoying your day, that your wax didn’t spoil the pleasure.”
How relaxed he seemed, compared to his frantic energy when Vic was breathing down his neck.
“No,” she said, feeling more relaxed herself than she had in a long while. She took the seat next to Daveed and accepted a plate of delicious smelling Kung Pao Chicken and fragrant rice. “It couldn’t possibly spoil the most wonderful day I’ve had in a long time,” she exclaimed. “It really wasn’t as bad as I thought.” She sat down and was a little embarrassed that he was talking about her freshly waxed pussy in front of a stranger.
“Oh, silly me…Annie, this is Bruce. Bruce, Annabelle, but we call her Annie.”
He winked at her. “Bruce is the owner of this fine, upstanding establishment—and an amazing entrepreneur.” He beamed as he looked over at Bruce. “Built this spa from the ground up in West Hollywood, had to upsize and now he owns the hottest real estate in town.”
Bruce stood up to shake her hand. He was tall, about six foot four, short blonde hair, and his arm muscles rippled as he stuck out his hand.
In a handsomely sexy deep voice that made her shiver, he said, “Hello, Annie. Nice to meet you. I haven’t seen you around here. Is this your first time?”
Oh my God! He’s huge fuckable. Where have you been all my life?
She leaned over as she swallowed her food, and shook his hand.
“Yes it is. Amazing place you have here, I haven’t looked this good in ages.” She felt herself batting her eyelashes, practically drooling, and told herself to get a grip. With some effort, she smiled naturally. “Really glad to meet you, too,” then she turned to Daveed, and asked, “Massage?”
”Yes, honey, yes! We’re going now.” As he stood up, he winked at Bruce and chuckled, “Women!”
“Great! Just lead the way.”
“Come on, girl. God, you are so fucking high maintenance. Oh, and Annie, puh-leese quit drooling, he’s gay,” he smiled and winked. “You really need to step up your gay-dar, darling.”
“There is no way that huge hunk of a man is gay.”
“Uh, well—he is, and my cock will prove it!”
“Never mind, Daveed. You are such a ho.” She was a bit disappointed since she’d felt a twinge of desire for Bruce, but Daveed was right—she really needed to check her gay-dar.
When she walked into the massage room, Annie instantly felt at ease. The lighting was soft and intimate, with a soothing trickle of water that streamed down the wall. The aroma of fresh mint lingered in the air.
The masseuse welcomed them, before leading them to the two tables. She removed her robe and underwear and laid face down on the heavily cushioned table then the masseuse covered their bottoms with warm towels. Annie sighed at the pleasant feeling.
They’d been at the spa for over six hours now, getting pampered, waxed and primped—this was the perfect way to finish the day.
She felt a bit emotional for a moment and looked over at Daveed. She hadn’t realized how desperately she’d needed a day like this, and she couldn’t have been more grateful to him for inviting her along.
“Hey, Daveed?”
Slowly, with his eyes half-closed, he turned to look at her while the masseuse expertly kneaded his legs. “Hmmm?”
“Thanks for everything. This has been amazing.”
He really was a handsome guy and his bronze colored skin reflected the soft lights, defining his arm and back muscles. His ass was a perfect muscular pooch and his eyes were dark and dreamy. If it hadn’t been for the flashy clothes and his announcement that he was gay, Annie would never have guessed.
“Daveed, you’re gorgeous. Have you ever modeled?”
His words barely oozed out of his mouth—he was almost in dreamland, she thought. “Model? Why would I model? The shelf life for those guys expires in a few short years. I have my eyes on something bigger and better. You know that.”
“Yeah,” she said, as she relaxed into her massage. “I was just saying, if you every wanted to see your face on the cover of magazines, you’ve got the goods.”
Daveed laughed. “Thank you ma’am.”
The masseuse moved up to her buttocks and kneaded and massaged muscles she didn’t even realize had been tight, and she forgot all about making small talk. Annie was overwhelmed with the sensation of expert hands on her back, and her overly-sensitive pussy created an erotic combination that made her insides clench. She wriggled and hoped her wetness wouldn’t ooze onto the table. She relaxed as she enjoyed the moment, and allowed her body to feel whatever it felt. She felt a little embarrassed, but the masseuse’s hands worked so quickly and so perfectly, Annie was practically catatonic before she had another thought.
When their massage was finished, they slipped into a warm Jacuzzi. Annie felt safe with Daveed and unconcerned with her nakedness. Her body felt like a wet noodle, and the steam from the bath was so warm and relaxing. They were offered some chilled white wine, and while they sat there, drinking and chatting, all the worries of home, work and auditions had been erased from her mind.
“So, girl. What do you think of the place? Pretty incredible, huh?”
“Yeah, and thanks, again,” she mumbled. “This has been heaven.”
“Oh, honey. You don’t know heaven! If we’d gone into the—” He nodded his head toward the back as he spoke, “You could have felt huge cock heaven right between your legs!” he giggled. ”Or you could have swung the other way?”
“Daveed! I don’t swing any way, and I told you I don’t want all that sexy stuff!—” She hesitated and blushed. “—although I am curious. Can we at least take a peek?”
“Sure, I’ll have Bruce give us the tour—as soon as I can fuckin’ walk. That massage was amazing!”
After a few minutes, they stepped out of the water, and dried themselves off. They dressed, then walked to Bruce’s office and tapped lightly on his door.
“Come in.”
“Hey, Bruce, girlfriend here wants a tour. She’s too chicken to try it, but she gotta have the tour. You got time?”
“Naw, I have to get the shit done by morning. Go ahead and take her, but sign this waiver first.” Bruce handed Annie a piece of paper, which she quickly skimmed before signing her name at the bottom. It was for people who might visit the more unusual parts of his business. Bruce didn’t want liabilities and end up getting sued because some delicate wallflower got offended by what they saw. Smart man.
They walked down the hall and into a waiting room with vending machines and a big screen TV. Everything about this place looked like an upscale spa and Annie couldn’t believe there would be anything shady going on at all.
Daveed punched in a code by a door and placed his finger on the pad.
“It reads my fingerprint. Cool, huh? The code and
my print have to match and I feel like fuckin’ 007 every time I come in here.”
“You come here often?”
He ran his finger down her cheek and a sly grin slid across his face. “Oh, honey, you know I’m taken,” he laughed.
When the door opened, they walked down a long hall and stopped at another door that required another scan of his fingerprint. Soon, they were inside.
It could have been a hotel, or an apartment building in any city, anywhere in the world. Soft music played in the background and the lighting was subdued. Annie glanced up and noticed something odd. Three small lights above each door—red, yellow and green.
“What are those lights for?”
“Green means it’s not in use—see?” He opened a door to allow her a peek inside. “Red means someone is using the room and the door is locked so no one can bug ‘em. Yellow is for come in here and watch me fuck. You know….voyeurs. Never got into it myself. Seems kinda freaky if you ask me.”
“So, what’s this room for?” Annie asked as she walked into a green light room. She saw a massage table, tons of candles and several bottles of massage oil lined up on the counter.
“This room is for a very sensual massage and then any kind of sex you want. Male or female. You should try it next time we come. Last time I was in here, I fuckin’ nutted so hard, I thought they were gonna have to resuscitate me. Damn, I gotta do that again.” A smile slid across his face. He loved to tease Annie about his sex life—and her lack of one.
“No, I know what you’re doing, but I’m not gonna have sex with strangers—not even for a minute.”
“Not even a passion fruit oil massage, while some hot, hunky guy massages your little love button?”
“DAVEED! Stop that! What do you know about my love button anyway?” She quickly turned around and glared at him.
“I know if some stud muffin were in here massaging it, you wouldn’t be such a fuckin’ prude. I mean, there are some frickin’ hot guys workin’ back here, and they’re not all gay, candy pants. Let me hook you up. I’ll talk to Bruce.”
“No! I don’t—”
“Annie, I hear Sara gives an amazing massage. You know Sara, she’s bi—”
“Daveed, how many times do I have to tell you? No, I’m not going to get my private parts massaged by some stranger.”
Daveed walked out slowly and gave her a wink and a grin. “Sara is no stranger, sweetheart. I mean, she’s already touched your—”
“Stop!” she insisted, “Or we’re going home.”
“You can’t go home. I brought you here, remember?” he chuckled to himself as he opened the door to the next room.
It was dark, except for the dozen red candles that flickered next to a full-length mirror. It reflected the candlelight and bounced the light off the walls. She’d never seen anything like this in her life before. Shackles hung from the wall—some leather, some velvet and there were latex balls with straps, and a large hook suspended from the middle of the ceiling. There was a strong scent of an Oriental fragrance which gave the room a highly sexual feel. Annie felt strange, disoriented and totally out of place.
“Oh my God! People really do this?” She walked over and felt the cuffs that were hanging from the wall.
“Oh yes, honey,” he squirmed. “Haven’t you ever been tied up and had your ass whipped?”
She slapped his arm, “No!” she scowled. “No! So not my thing. Have you?” She turned to leave, and felt shivers running down her spine.
“Maybe…you know I gotta try everything, girl. We really better get going—I need to get home to my man. My dick is about to explode.”
“Ooh, that was scary. Like a dungeon or something.”
Daveed laughed, “What? My dick?”
“No, that room. A bit too kinky for my taste.”
“Sweet cheeks, you are so naïve. Hang with me, you are gonna have the time of your life!”
“Not if you’re gonna whoop my ass, I’m not.”
As they walked down the hallway, Daveed opened another door with a yellow light above the door.
“No!” she whispered, “People are in there.” She looked down at the floor and felt her face turn beet red.
“Oh, just come look, that’s what they want. That’s how they get off.”
“No, Daveed, this is too freaky,” she protested, but he pulled her into the room anyway. She stopped just inside, silent, and barely able to breathe.
The room was dimly lit, with a soft spotlight suspended over a huge, satin covered bed. It illuminated the two figures that had yet to acknowledge their presence.
A beautiful, blonde woman was lying on her back, arching and grinding in ecstasy. Between her thighs was a brunette, kneeling on the floor with the blonde’s ankles resting on her shoulders. With her back to Annie, the brunette’s dark hair hung down nearly to her waist and swayed side-to-side with the movement of her head.
As Annie watched, the blonde gripped the sheets and fisted them as she jerked and moaned through a powerful orgasm. Her hips bucked and her thighs clasped tightly around her lover’s head.
After a moment, the blonde opened her eyes and noticed their presence in the room. She met Annie’s gaze and smiled seductively as her hands moved into the brunette’s hair.
Annie was transfixed, frozen. Her breathing was shallow as if she were hissing in and out. Her belly clenched tightly, her pussy tingled, urgently, and she desperately needed some attention between her own legs.
“Come on and join us,” the blonde said as she lifted her hand in a ‘come here’ motion. Annie slowly shook her head from side to side. She couldn’t speak.
The brunette paused and turned towards them. She wiped her mouth with a slow, sexy swipe of her hand then stood up and crawled onto the bed and straddled the blonde’s shoulders with her knees.
“Join us,” she echoed, as she settled down onto the blonde woman’s face. Her face contorted with pleasure as her sensitive flesh met a wet mouth. She rocked back and forth—a tiny motion tightly controlled.
She lifted a hand to Annie and beckoned her, silently begging her to come closer. Her hand lowered onto the torso below her and slid it down to settle between the other girl’s legs. She leaned forward while still swiveling her hips. She parted the blonde’s thighs and exposed her most intimate spot to Annie. She parted the pink lips, exposing her further then dipped a finger inside.
She held Annie’s gaze, as she lifted that finger to her mouth and sucked and licked her lover’s wetness.
One step, then another and Annie found herself stepping closer, totally seduced and under their spell. Saying no wasn’t an option anymore. The erotic scene and her aching body gave her no other choice.
“Come on,” the brunette said, her hand now just inches away from Annie.
Annie lifted her hand as if she was about to join the two beauties then a soft cough behind her the spell. She was startled at just how close to the bed she was. She stepped backwards and saw the brunette’s face fall in disappointment. Backwards, step by step, she slowly withdrew from the scene as she tried to break the spell.
As Annie turned, she bumped into the wall. When she turned back, she saw the two young women, kissing deeply, intimately, with their hands fisted in each other’s hair.
“Let’s go,” Daveed said softly, and took her arm to lead her outside.
For once, he didn’t say a word and once they were in the hallway, Annie felt life enter her body once again.
”Let’s go home,” she whispered, as she felt a bit uneasy about all that she’d seen. She wasn’t a prude by any means, but the different lifestyles surrounding other people’s sexual fantasies were all new to her. She’d never imagined that she’d have been that intrigued.
Daveed’s lifestyle was all new to her. She was a small town girl, not quite used to the flamboyance and the freedom of Hollywood and she just wanted to go home—back to her life and in the comfort of her own space.
They walked through the spa and said t
heir goodbyes then jumped onto the Harley and headed home. This was a day she’d never forget.
Chapter 7
A few weeks passed and Annie tried to forget about the audition and her lunch with Rossen, but the memory kept returning to haunt her. It cranked up her embarrassment and anger, but between taking extra shifts at the restaurant and showing up for every audition in town, she was crazy-busy. Gramps was getting better and she knew she had to make a decision soon about whether to extend her stay in Los Angeles on the chance that her lucky break would show up, or return to Georgia and her sick grandfather.
She spent more and more time with Daveed—he’d become a true friend, and one of their favorite spots was the spa. When she could afford it, she’d hop on the back of his bike and they’d zip across town on her days off to get her mani’s and pedi’s. She felt more comfortable with the place now. The people were fabulous and they made her feel right at home—especially Bruce. He always tried to get her to experience something new, whether it be massages, facials or hairstyles. He really knew how to take care of his clients.
The Cavern, as she liked to call the hidden area, was still on her mind and maybe Daveed was right that she needed sex with a stranger to calm her nerves and fulfill her needs. God knows, she had the baby smooth private parts that were begging for a man’s attention. Mr. Rabbit could take care of her sexual desires, but she wanted some kissing and cuddling from a hot man.
More than once she’d sigh into her mirror as she combed her hair… God, I need to find a man!
***
One afternoon, she was getting off the lunch shift when her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the number but she picked it up and shifted her bag to the other arm.
“Uh, hello?”
“Hello, Annabelle? Vic Rossen. You might remember me from bef—”
Annie didn’t wait for him to finish and she set her bag down so she could grip the phone tighter to her ear. “Mr. Rossen, yes, I remember you. I thought I’d made myself perfectly clear. There is no way—”
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