A month or so later I decided to book in again. I’d had a really stressful time at work and needed a few hours of total relaxation. I turned up slightly early and knocked. He came to the door ‘sorry, just finishing up with my previous client, feel free to wait in the waiting area’. 15 minutes later the door opened and a tall, really fit guy emerged, dressed in rugby gear. We exchanged a nod and he left. The door closed and then a minute later opened and I was welcomed into his studio. The massage followed a similar format to before, albeit a bit more forward than previously. As we settled in, and I lay there totally naked the chat began. I decided to bring up the previous guy. ‘So, does he ‘have the same’ as me’. ‘Not exactly, but quite similar. He plays for the local rugby club, although I’m sure you realised that when he left’. I sure did, fit as fuck. ‘Has he got training now’, ‘yes, he’s going straight there after this, normally he comes in on a weekend after a match. I’ve got about 20 rugby player clients’ The chat continued to progress. The thought of this huge rugby guy making me even mode turned on. ‘God, I wish I could get my hands on guys like him, you’re so lucky’... |
Ric x
