She wanted to turn away and hide her long melon-shaped tits, which wobbled enticingly when she removed her bra-but she knew he'd be angry. With shaking hands, she eased down her panties. Green's slit-eyes followed the garment, then came to rest on the dainty brown triangle of her beaver. His wet tongue darted out to lick his lips.
"Yeah, I can see how ale Tony got off on you," he said.
Lynn felt a sudden loathing for this man, but she tried to conceal it. She reached for her uniform, but before she could put it on, Green got out of his chair and came over to her. He slipped his arms around her from behind, cupped her creamy warm tits, and began to caress them.
Lynn held herself rigidly still, trying to conceal her dislike of her boss. Green was meticulous in his grooming, obviously a clean man, and yet his hands felt slimy to her. She didn't like it when he touched her tits with his cold moist palms…
"Yeah," he breathed, "Real nice. I wouldn't mind making it with you myself, doll."
Oh, no, thought Lynn. Not you, you creep…
His clammy hands eased down her own trembling body, over her small firm waist and flowing hips. He touched her little springy beaver, running his fingers through the fine hairs. Lynn tried not to shudder.
Then his slimy hand was between her thighs, rubbing the delicate pink flesh of her snatch. She recoiled as if his hand had been a snake.
Green didn't seem to notice her repugnance. He pressed against her back, running his hand lewdly over her warm moist pussy, feeling her gash and clit. His breathing was harsh and quick.
"How'd you feel when Tony did it to you?" he whispered hoarsely. "Was it good?"
Lynn couldn't suppress her shudder this time. The man was definitely sick. "Mr. Green," she said coldly, "don't you think it's a wise policy for us not to tell tales about the customers? I mean, don't they count on us to be discreet?"
Green drew away from her. He didn't look angry. On the contrary, there was an appreciative smile on his homely face. "You know, you're a real smart girl," he said. "You're right. We don't need no flapping mouths in this business. A girl like you-well, you could go a long way. Maybe manage your own business sometime. You got brains."
Lynn imagined herself fat and blowsy and middle-aged, running her own cathouse. It made her want to giggle. She was glad, though, that she'd gotten Green's mind off her body.
She got into her uniform, and he ogled her once more before returning to his desk.
"You and me'll have to make it sometime," he said. "I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't mind at all. But it's time for you to get to work."
Lynn escaped from his office with a sigh of relief. She hurried down the hall-and caught big blonde Hazel sneaking a drink from the portable bar.
"Oh, dear, Hazel," Lynn blurted, "we're not supposed to drink on the job, are we?"
Hazel shrugged, downed a shot of whiskey, and said, "Oh, fuck that. With what we have to put up with, I need a drink. You oughta have one, too. You look real uptight."
Lynn shuddered. "That creep Green just made a pass at me. Does he do that very often?"
"Aw, he asks for a free piece once in a while," said Hazel casually. "You just gotta give it, that's all. He's the boss."
A free piece? That's all she meant to Green. Lynn felt dirty, cheapened. She joined Hazel, mixed herself a quick drink, and swallowed it easily.
Hazel grinned. "See? You feel better already, don't ya?"
Lynn had to admit she did. She went into her massage room and began humming while she made up the table for her first customer. She hoped it would be someone young and handsome and sexy, like Tony… At the very thought of Tony, she felt simultaneously guilty and aroused. He'd made her cheat on Bill for the very first time-and she'd loved every second of it.
To her disappointment, her first customer was not attractive at all. On the contrary, Lynn didn't think she'd ever seen such a homely man. He wasn't old, only around thirty, but he was tall and awkward and bony, and he had a face like a horse.
"Good evening, sir," Lynn said politely.
"Hello," the horse-faced man said. "My name is Harold."
"I'm Lynn," she replied. "Welcome to the Club, Harold. Would you care for a drink before we start?"
"Why, yes," said Harold. He seemed very nervous. "Something really strong, please, Lynn. I'll leave it to your judgment."
Lynn went out and mixed him a double martini. Poor thing, he seemed terribly shy and nervous.
She could understand that. He was so ugly, he must be used to being rejected and mocked by women. Lynn felt sorry for him and resolved to be extra nice to him.
"Here you are, Harold," she said, smiling broadly. "This will relax you."
"T-Thank you," said Harold, seizing the drink and downing it in one gulp.
"If you'll undress, I'll start the massage," Lynn said soothingly.
Harold blushed right down to his socks, and he turned his back on her as he took off his clothes. Lynn busied herself rearranging the table. She figured she wouldn't have any trouble with Harold. He was too shy to try anything.
She heard him approaching the table-he was breathing heavily-and she politely kept her back turned till he was lying on his belly. When she turned to look at him, she felt another rush of pity. Even his body was ugly.
Poor Harold. He was so skinny, his bones stuck out like-well, a starved horse. He was wormy pale, freckled, and almost hairless. He was blushing hotly.
Lynn laid her hands gently on his bony shoulders and began to rub him.
"Now just relax, Harold," she said softly. "Enjoy yourself. I'm here to do whatever makes you feel good."
Harold didn't reply, but she saw him swallow hard. He rested his face on his arms as Lynn continued the soothing massage of his shoulders and back. He was very tense, his muscles knotted and stiff, his back covered with cold nervous sweat.
"Is this the first time you've had a massage, Harold?" she asked.
"N-No," he stammered, "I do it quite often. B-But-well, I'm bashful with girls. I guess you can tell that-"
Lynn smiled. "That's all right, Harold. I understand. You just relax…
She worked slowly down his back, then onto his small tight pale butt-cheeks. In spite of his ugliness, she felt kindly toward him, and she wanted to do the best job possible. A loser like Harold must have very few pleasures in life. She massaged his limp ass vigorously, making his tight muscles relax. Harold sighed.
"That's very nice, Lynn," he murmured. "You're very good."
"Thank you, Harold," she said. "Now it's time to turn over.
She had never seen a man blush so red. Harold looked as if he might flee in terror. She kept a calm smile on her face as he rolled over onto his back. He clapped his big bony hands over his cock so she couldn't see it.
Lynn couldn't help laughing. "Now, Harold," she said, "you don't have to be that bashful! I'm supposed to massage all of you. Put your arms down at your sides."
He trembled but obeyed. He seemed miserable with shyness. He closed his eyes tightly.
Lynn saw that poor Harold really had something to be shy about. In her brief experience, she'd never seen such a tiny cock. Even fat little Arthur was better hung. Harold's tiny limp dick was no more than three inches long and extremely skinny. His pitiful pink nuts were about the size of ping-pong balls. Again Lynn felt a rush of pity. Poor guy, Nature hadn't given him any breaks at all.
With renewed determination to please him, Lynn began her skillful massage at his shoulders. He was still very tense, but she gradually worked the kinks out of his muscles and made him sigh with sensual enjoyment. She worked steadily down his bony pale body till she was almost touching his soft prick.
Again Harold moved to cover himself, his big bony hands fluttering over his pale dwarf of a dick. Lynn firmly took his hands and set them aside.