Semua Bab Reckless Love {Dangerous Passion}: Bab 211 - Bab 220

Over that lunch Marissa and I chatted quickly. It turned out her job at the Club, which was actually more like three different jobs she was working between the snack cart, the waitressing and bartending, and working as event staff, wasn’t even her only employer. She also worked the breakfast rush at a diner in town three days a week and volunteered her time at a women’s shelter when she didn’t have afternoon shifts at the Club. She kept herself extremely busy during the regular school year, and even during the summer she tended to prefer working to free time.For my part, I told her about growing up as a Club kid, and struggling with dyslexia - I’d gotten over my embarrassment of it later in high school and was happy to talk about it. That was really the only way I’d even gotten through my Massage Therapy program; being open about it with the school helped me get through all the written tests without completely bombing.Marissa was out of there first, giving me another smile as she sa

“Ugh, I hate those words,” she said, crinkling her nose.I pulled the sheet up from her feet to her knees and quickly started working the soles of her feet with my thumbs. “Cute toe ring,” I said.“Thanks,” she said. “It was a gift from Daisy, actually.”“Well, she always did have a good eye for jewellery,” I said.“So did you, if I remember correctly. She still wears that pendant you bought her sometimes.”“Oh, wow,” I said. “I’d completely forgotten about that. I saved three weeks’ pay to buy her that for her birthday.”“And she went and broke up with you,” Eden sighed with a heavy dose of exasperation.“Alright, my dear,” I said, setting down Eden’s feet as they glistened a little from the oil that had still been on my hands. “That is unfortunately the very last bit of massage I can offer you right now.”“Mmmmmm,” she groaned, stretching out. “Trevor, I think you might be my new favourite person. After my son, of course.”“Of course,” I said. “I’ll just step outside again so you ca

Nothing else truly untoward happened with Mrs Killian. I worked out that shooting pain, and wrapped up the massage on time. She thanked me, and said she was going to start booking longer times with me - she felt more relaxed than she had in weeks. She did give me a quick peck on the cheek as I walked her back out to the changing hall entrance once she was properly dressed again, and I didn’t fail to notice Jessica give me the double-eyebrow lift to tease me without saying anything.The rest of my Friday afternoon started to blend together, and I lost track of which client I was on, as I daydreamed of Mrs Killian’s legs. They were nicely muscled, and her smooth, golden brown skin was like massaging a soft marble. Not to mention that peek at her boob.It was funny; most of the Club clients were older, if not elderly, but I hadn’t really considered the fact until Mrs Killian that I was dealing with wealthy old men. And what did wealthy old men like?Trophy Wives.I didn’t know who Mr Kil

“Oh, fuck,” I grunted. I had one hand on her shoulder as she was laying sideways on the other, and slid it down to the back of her head as she brought my tip to her lips and softly fit it into the space between them, treating it tenderly like a tentative first kiss. “Eden, you are...” I exhaled heavily as she used her lips to massage my cock head a little, unable to finish my thought coherently.She bobbed deeper, a half dozen times, starting to slurp a bit, then pulled off. “Am I even doing this well?” she asked me. “I’ve never had a cock quite this big before.” She slurped on the head again. “Hell, now I think Daisy was even more of an idiot for breaking up with this cock.”“We never had sex,” I groaned, trying to stay quiet.“Really?” Eden asked between slow slurps. “I was sure I heard you two a couple of times up in her room.”“Just oral,” I said. “We only did it a few times, though I would have done it more if she’d wanted.”“What a waste,” she sighed, and slowly rubbed my hard c

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