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Not a fucking chance.

It was stupid as hell, but God was it fun.

Getting back into my usual routine was harder than I thought it would be, but I only had two appointments left in the day so I managed to fumble my way through and by the end I was back in my work mentality. Seeing off the final client to Jessica, I went back to my space without engaging in any banter with her since I wasn’t entirely sure whether I wanted to open that door.

Olga had told me not to fuck clients. Strike.

And she told me if I did, to not get caught. Half strike?

And, if I did, to fuck the ones that pay the membership dues. That one I wasn’t sure on since Eden was getting her membership through a divorce settlement.

I cleaned up my space, restocking everything I would need for Monday morning. I assumed once the Club managed to hire more massage therapists we’d be working on the weekend as well, and I could only hope since I’d have seniority over them so that I would get to keep my current schedule. Looking f