She felt excited again. All that money for so little work!
"What's your name, doll?" said Green.
Lynn quickly decided to lie. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't want Green to know much about her. "Miss Lynn West," she said.
"Age?"
"T-Twenty-seven." She decided she could get by with that.
"Address?"
"I don't have a permanent address yet," she said. "I'll let you know when I do."
"Okay, good enough," said Green, tossing his pen aside. "Now I'll show you how to massage. Take off your clothes."
Lynn stood there and gawked at him. "What?"
Green sighed. "Look, like I was saying, maybe you ain't cut out for this work. If you'd rather skip it…"
"Oh, no," Lynn said quickly. "I just didn't hear you, Mr. Green."
"Call me Ed," he said, grinning. "And take off your clothes."
Blushing furiously, Lynn began to undress. It occurred to her that no one but her husband had ever seen her naked. She was also wondering why she had to be naked for this training-but she wasn't going to ask any more questions. She had to have this job.
Ed Green lounged in his chair, puffing on his cigar, watching her lazily as she took off her clothes. His eyes widened appreciatively when Lynn removed her bra and her big melon-shaped tits bounced free. When she was completely naked, he nodded enthusiastically.
"Yeah, yeah, you'll do fine," he said. "Get on that table over there, and I'll give you a crash course in massage. We don't really require anything fancy here. It'll be easy to learn."
Lynn lay face down on the special massage table. She was glad she didn't have to expose her naked pussy to this strange man. Green got rid of his cigar and came over to the table.
"First we give a little rub-down just to get the customer relaxed," he told her.
His hands were firm and competent as he began to knead her back. Lynn took note of what he was doing, and she saw how easy it was. She also knew how good it felt. Her body went limp and relaxed.
"Okay, now turn over," said Green.
She wished she didn't have to. When she rolled over on her back, he frankly ogled her big thrusting tits and the neat triangle of her beaver. "Nice," he remarked, "real nice."
"Uh, thank you," Lynn said awkwardly.
"Don't thank me," said Green. "Thank Mother Nature. Now, this ain't easy to show, since you're a woman, but I'll give you a rough idea of what the customers want."
He started with her shoulders and arms, kneading her into pleasant relaxation. She tried to pretend she was a man, following his movements. That wasn't easy when he got to her tits. He made circular motions with his palms, being careful not to hurt her, and Lynn felt a strange excitement at having him touch her jugs.
"If you were a guy, I wouldn't be so gentle," Green said. "You get the idea?"
Lynn nodded. He worked on down till he was almost touching the fine fur of her crotch. "You ain't got the apparatus," he chuckled, "but if you did, I'd massage you there, too. Got it?"
Lynn nodded, blushing deeply. She was expected to massage the customer's cock as well! She didn't know if she could do a thing like that.. But she thought of the money, and her family, and she decided that she could overcome her modesty.
"All right," said Green, "now you show me what you learned."
Right in front of her, he began to undress..
Lynn's heart pounded. She'd never seen a man naked before except her husband. She hoped she wasn't gawking too much.
Green was extremely hairy. Every bit of his body seemed to be covered with a wiry fuzz of black hair. He was stocky, not badly built, but just getting a small paunch. She glanced briefly at his cock. She knew she shouldn't look, but curiosity overcame her. His limp prick wasn't as long as Bill's, but it seemed thicker. She blushed and turned away.
Green hoisted himself up on the table with a grunt. "Okay," he said, "I'm a tired businessman, and I wanta get the kinks out. Show me what you can do."
She laid her hands on his shoulders, and she felt.
An electric shock of strange excitement. She'd never touched any man but Bill… She set to work, imitating what he'd done to her. Occasionally he grunted an instruction: "Harder… Faster!"
He rolled over when she was done with his back. Trying not to gawk at his prick and balls, Lynn set to work, starting with his shoulders again.
"Good," Green muttered. "Yeah, you got the idea. Fine, just keep going."
She noticed that his half-closed eyes were focused on her gently bouncing tits. She also noticed that she was getting closer and closer to his thick-furred crotch. Her hands trembled.
"Don't stop now," said Green when she had reached his lower belly. "Do what I told you.
She would have to pick up his cock, rub it. It was now or never. She wondered if the job was worth it-and she decided it was. For three weeks she'd been pounding the pavement along with hundreds of other unemployed people, and she knew how hard it was to find work. This job paid well and had good hours. She'd be a fool to blow it.
Flushing, she forced herself to look at his thick hairy crotch, his limp worm like prick and flaccid rosy balls. She picked up his cock.
"That's right," said Green, "don't be afraid to look. The customers like it when you look."
His prick was soft and warm in her hand, not at all unpleasant to touch. The only problem was, she didn't know what to do with it. It wouldn't hold still for a rough massage.
"Pump it," said Green, again reading her thoughts. "Pump it in your fist."
Lynn felt acutely embarrassed as she began to rub his doughy warm dick between her fingers. What in God's name was she doing here, anyhow, frigging a perfect stranger? For frigging was what it amounted to. She couldn't pretend it was a massage.
Green grunted his satisfaction, and a lazy smile played over his homely face. He reached out with one hand to touch Lynn's big dangling tits, and she gasped and flinched. Green frowned.
"Hey," he said, "that's part of the service. I warned you it might be a rough job. You gotta remember-the customer is always right. If he wants to play with your boobs, you let him."
Lynn nodded nervously. She supposed it was part of the job, like a waitress getting her ass pinched. She didn't like it, but she'd endure it.
Green cupped the big full tit nearest to him, gently squeezing it, rubbing the pert brown nipple with his thumb. Lynn had to admit it felt nice. She went on pumping his cock, sliding the loose silky sausage back and forth in her fist.
"Faster," said Green, "but not too hard."
Lynn obeyed. In a moment she felt his prick getting hard in her hand. She blushed deeply but kept on pumping. Was Green aware that he was getting a hard-on? She glanced at his face. He had his eyes shut and was smiling. He kept squeezing her lit. He was aware, all right.
Wide-eyed, she watched his cock get full.
The doughy little worm twitched and lurched in her fist, coming alive. It grew longer, much longer, and got very thick. She felt it hardening, the skin stretching and tightening. Soon his prick had a life of its own, struggling to stand, to escape her curled fingers. The knob grew fat and engorged, a deep reddish-purple.
"Okay, faster, and hold it tighter," Green instructed.
Lynn's face grew scarlet. It was finally dawning on her that he wanted her to jack him off!
Well, she'd gone this far. She might as well continue. To tell the truth, it wasn't unpleasant. She liked the way he played with her tits, softly, teasingly, and she got a thrill out of pumping his cock. She began to frig him faster…
The door opened, and a girl walked in.
Lynn gasped and stopped pumping, but Green gave an impatient poke with his cock, indicating that she was to continue. She did, but her face was red with embarrassment.
The newcomer was in her late twenties, blonde and stacked. She glanced idly at Green and remained perfectly cool, as if nothing unusual was happening.