"Oh, yes." Llona couldn't stop herself from wriggling under the intimate caress.
"The muscles on either side-do they still feel tense?"
"Now that you mention it, they do seem to be just a little tight."
"Well, we'll fix that." Bill Archer's hands separated under the terrycloth to knead the plump globes.
To Llona it felt as if they were burning under his touch. The gentle pressure pushed downward, then released the flesh, developing a rhythm that had Llona's lower torso grinding against the table in a way which she was finding very titillating. Without thinking, she separated her legs, and her thighs strained to part even farther.
Bill Archer carefully left the folded terrycloth in place and dropped his hands to the shapely calfs of Llona's legs. His fingertips traced the muscles there, then moved higher to dig into the joints. The muscle-flesh softened under his touch, and Llona emitted a sound a little like a purr. Archer manipulated a lever at the side of the table and it moved so that her legs were forced to bend backward at the knees. This brought the rear of her thighs into prominence, and now he began massaging this area. Both his hands slipped between the thighs and slowly moved higher, probing the tension spots as they went. Llona rocked from side to side in response to his pressure first on the inside of one thigh and then the other.
Archer progressed to the juncture of her legs and then stopped. Llona moaned with disappointment. Her moan changed to a quick yelp of surprise as Archer immediately started working his way up and down the length of her body with a series of short chopping motions that made her teeth rattle. The blows weren't hard, but nevertheless they were reminiscent of a karate fighter limbering up, and they stung the soft flesh.
Now Archer was at her shoulders again, kneading the flesh. Leaning over her, he reached underneath and worked on the front part of her shoulders. He bent farther forward, crooking his elbows and his wrists until he had a loose grip on the upper part of her breasts. Then he quickly adjusted the table again so that it seemed to drop away from under Llona's bosom. Reaching between her arms and the sides of her body on each side, he gently squeezed the fullness of her dangling breasts. The muscle tissue supporting them softened in his hands, but the nipples became quite rigid as he caught them between his fingers. Llona's arms, still at her sides, pressed against her body, and her fingernails dug into her trembling hips.
After a while, Archer stood back. "Put on the robe and turn over," he instructed in a tone of voice that was all business.
Llona did as she was told. Now, as she lay on her back, the robe covered her completely from her ankles to her neck. She looked at Bill Archer expectantly.
He had slipped his hand into a gloved contrivance. A wire trailed from it to a socket in the wall. With his other hand he tripped a switch, and it began to hum. The palm of the glove had a multitude of tiny rollers, each of which was individually covered with some sort of long fur. The fur rippled as the rollers spun rapidly.
"What's that?" Llona's eyes were very large.
"Nothing to be afraid of," he assured her with a professionally soothing tone of voice. "It's a hand vibrator. I designed it myself and had it made. It will draw the tension from your nerve-ends themselves. All of them."
"Oh."
He applied the vibrator to her forehead. It was like a sort of gentle electric caress. "That feels marvelous," Llona crooned.
The vibrator-hand moved over her neck. With his free hand, Archer moved her head from side to side. He kept it up until her head rotated freely, without strain. Then it moved under the folds of the terrycloth robe without separating them to hum against the flesh of her shoulders.
As it moved farther down to dip into the deep cleavage between her lush breasts, Llona gasped. Involuntarily, one of her hands rose to clutch at the material over her right breast and to guide the vibrating hand over its surface. The warmth it generated seemed like sunlight shed on the flower-petal roseate surrounding her nipple. That was exactly the sensation. It was as if the roseate was actually spreading to thrust the breast-tip deeper into the aura of warmth.
Her hand closed over the vibrator-hand once again as it traveled over her other breast. Her back arched to increase the pressure of the pleasurable sensation. Archer smiled to himself and flicked the vibrator switch another notch. The humming grew louder. The fur-covered rollers whirred faster. The nipple flicked back and forth between them hlce a flower stem which has just pierced the soil and is bursting with life.
The vibrator slipped down to the softness of Llona's belly. The rippling flesh danced under its gentle prodding. She bit her lip as it grazed the triangle of curls under the terrycloth.
Then it was plowing the curls, a palpitating explorer charting the map of her most erogenous zone. The curls were traced to their source. Once again Archer increased the action of the vibrator.
Llona's eyes were closed now. Even under the terry-cloth, her heavy breathing made the swelling of her breasts visible. She kicked the material away from her legs and dropped them over each side of the table so that the target being assailed by the vibrator was thrust upward prominently.
Delicately, Billl Archer held the material over the vibrator together so that its effect was not revealed. Yet Llona, behind her squeezed-shut eyes, saw a vivid picture of what was happening. Accurately she envisioned the straining guardian of her womanhood fighting a losing battle with the vibrator-and losing gladly. She saw the gates swinging open-wide open-to the whirring caress. And then she felt the frantic response as the vibrating sensation overwhelmed the hungry core of her femininity.
The real picture dissolved then to be replaced by the memory of her wedding day. She saw the face of the man in the closet again, the face of the other Archer, felt his touch, and it was his flesh vibrating against hers until she screamed aloud under the impact of wave after wave of ecstatic release.
Finally Bill Archer removed the vibrator and stood back, waiting for Llona to subside. When she had, he spoke. "I think we've had excellent results for a first treatment," he said deadpan. "Can you feel the release of tension from your body?"
"Oh, yes," Llona said, stretching luxuriously.
"Then you do feel more relaxed?"
"Definitely! I haven't felt this relaxed since- Well, in a long time."
"Good. Then if you'll get dressed, I'll see you in the reception room and we can arrange for your next appointment."
When Llona emerged, fully clothed, he Was standing beside the receptionist's desk and waiting for her. "That will be twenty-five dollars, Mrs. Rutherford," he told her.
"Oh!" It was obvious that Llona hadn't expected it to be so much.
"Now about your next appointment-" Bill Archer
started to say.
"I don't think I can afford to make one," Llona said frankly as she fumbled in her purse. "I didn't expect it to be so expensive."
"Well now, that would be a shame," Bill Archer said smoothly, professionally. "When I can really help someone, when the results are as pronounced as they were in your case, I hate to see finances interfere with treatment. After all, Mrs. Rutherford, your health comes first."
"I know. But I just can't afford it."
"Well, maybe we can work something out. Private treatment with specialized attention would be preferable, of course, but we also have some group massage therapy available at a much lower rate. You have a lot of tension, Mrs. Rutherford. I'd strongly advise you to continue with treatment."
"How much would that be?"
His eyes dipped into her open pocketbook and made a judgment. "Five dollars a session is our absolute minimum," he told her. "Do you think you could manage that?"