Chapter 5
Leslie went to see Peggy at her office in downtown Miami.
She walked into the office, observing Peggy sitting behind a desk.
Peggy was in her middle thirties, and was an attractive, well built redhead.
"Can I help you?" Peggy asked.
"Yes, you must be Peggy. I'm Leslie."
"Oh yes. The girl I talked to on the telephone. Please sit down."
"Thank you."
As Leslie sat down across from Peggy, she observed the other girl looking at her for a lengthy period of time.
"Excuse me for staring," Peggy said, "but I'm just checking you out to see if you'll fill the bill. Oh, you'll do nicely. You have an absolutely beautiful face. Finely chiseled features. Oh, you're more than I could have hoped for, my dear. And as for that figure, I got a good look at that when you walked in the door. It's breathtaking."
"Thank you, but what are you checking me out for?"
"You did respond to an ad concerning employment, did you not?"
"Yes, I guess I did."
"What do you mean you guess?"
"I'll level with you, Peggy, since you're apparently leveling with me," Leslie said. "You see, I was kind of curious about this ad. It was about the strangest ad I've ever seen. A next door neighbor of mine gave me this underground newspaper to read, and I went through the ads, but yours just kind of stood out."
"You mean you're here just on a curiosity mission?"
"You might be able to say that."
"Well don't you know, my dear? I mean, if you're just here to play games with me, then there is the door, and I'm not being crude either. It's just that my time is too valuable to waste horsing around. Now are you serious or aren't you?"
"That's why I gave you an indefinite answer," Leslie attempted to explain. "I really don't know whether I am or not. At first it was just kind of a game with me, but now I'm getting more and more curious. You see, I'm married, but my husband is gone an awful lot of the time."
"Is he a salesman?"
"No, he works for a bank, but he's with the National Division, which entails a lot of travel to other cities. I guess you can say in a way, though, that he's a super salesman for the bank."
"I see, and his beautiful wife is at home by herself all the time."
"That's right."
"And you get kind of bored, naturally."
"I certainly do."
"Well, I'll tell you something. I think that this would be just the kind of work for you. You see, you don't have to come in and keep regular hours for one thing."
"You don't?"
"No, we have a very discreet phone service. You'll get a call and be asked to drop in to the massage parlor. Everything is done strictly on an appointment basis. Everything is highly organized, and it has to be. After all, we're dealing with the upper crust of Miami society."
"I saw something like that in the ad. I couldn't believe that it was for real."
"As a matter of fact it is," Peggy assured her. "You see, my dear, these guys have emotions too. As a matter of fact, many of them have frigid wives. They're so involved with club activities and the sort that they could care less about sex. But the sex drives of these men remain constant. They couldn't very easily go out and pick up prostitutes, or pick up gals at bars, because that would pose all kinds of problems, as you can well imagine."
"You mean with their stations in society and all?"
"That's precisely what I do mean," she nodded. "That is why I use the word discreet in the ad. These men are highly discreet and have to be. Their very reputations depend on it."
"Now I'm beginning to get the picture."
"Certainly you are, my dear. We have the upper crust of society. We have outstanding doctors, lawyers, engineers. We have a few scientists, we have some college professors. All top grade people. We weed out the crude ones pretty fast."
"I see."
"But I must also tell you something else," Peggy smiled. "These men do expect quite a bit for their money. They are paying very well. I take out a certain commission for myself, and as for as far as the rest goes, that goes directly to you."
"That's good."
"But here's the way it works. Some of them really like to cut loose, and if you see some man that might have been named Father of the Year in Dade County, don't be surprised if you observe a totally different side of him. I mean, don't be surprised if he wants to slap you on the asscheeks, swear, and do just about anything else."
"I think I'm getting the picture now," she said, "you're telling me that these people like to just completely let themselves go, and that's one of the basic reasons why they come to the massage parlor in the first place for your services."
"That's precisely what I'm saying, my dear," she nodded. "You're a bright girl and you catch on very fast. I know you've got what it takes to please these men. It's just a question of utilizing it properly. But I'm happy you're catching on this quickly. I'll tell you something, though, before you realize whether this is for you or not, you're going to have to see the operation as it exists."
"Yes, I suppose so," Leslie said.
"I have an appointment in twenty minutes at the parlor," she said. "I figured that I would talk to you for a few minutes here, and if you were still interested and I was interested in you, I could take you over and show you the whole setup."
"That sounds good."
"Let me tell you a little something about the two men that are coming in. They called and said they would be in after a golf date at the country club. One of them is named Charlie Gordon and the other one is Eddie Simms. They own one of the biggest Cadillac agencies in Miami."
"It seems to me I've heard of them."
"Of course you probably have," Peggy nodded. "They're both big wheels as far as local society is concerned, and so are their wives. But they complain about the fact that they just can't let go with their wives, whereas they can at our little massage parlor. So you'll be meeting them over there."
"All right, at one point I didn't think I'd ever go this far," Leslie said, "but now I feel differently. I'll do that. I'll go over there with you."
"Fine, we can ride in my car," she said. "Then I'll drive you back here. I think that maybe well have more to talk about after you witness my operation."
"That's fine," Leslie said.
They walked out into the rear parking lot and got into the black Cadillac El Dorado that Peggy drove.
"The boys gave me a good deal on this car," she laughed. "But I would have been able to afford it at full price anyway. I'll tell you something, honey. You can make big money at this. These guys really dig these magnetic massages that my girls provide. As a matter of fact, one guy dug one girl's massage so well that he talked her into marrying him, and now she's no longer with me."
"That's too bad."
"That's the breaks. I realize that is always an occupational hazard in this business. But if you join the team, I know that we're certainly not going to suffer in the least. Lois was a gorgeous girl, but I frankly think that you've got her topped."
They drove just outside the city into a tiny suburban area. They entered a small office building, where there was a door to the rear of the hall.
Peggy opened up the door and they walked inside.
The carpets were light blue and plush, and as Leslie entered the massage area, she observed two handsome men in their middle forties sitting nude on a bench.
The first thing she observed was that they were both supporting huge erections.
"Hello, Peggy baby," one of them winked. "We're waiting for you."
"Say, who's this gorgeous chick you brought with you?" the other one looked at Leslie and smiled.
"Charlie, Eddie, I want you to meet Leslie," Peggy introduced them. "She is thinking of joining the operation."
"Well, that sounds beautiful," Charlie said. "Any time a gorgeous gal like that wants to show up around here, it's fine with me."
"Me too," Eddie, the shorter of the two, nodded.
"I see you boys are pretty hard," Peggy laughed.
"We sure are," Charlie said, "the golf game might have given us a little bit of exercise, but not to the point where we stop thinking about sex."
Peggy walked over toward the back of the room, where there were a number of lockers strung together.
"Okay, I'll get on my uniform now," she looked at the two men and winked. "I'll be with you in a second."
The men were looking with wild-eyed expressions in Peggy's direction as she began to strip right in front of them.
She stood in front of her locker, removing her dress. As she unbuttoned it quickly, they looked at each other and smiled.
Peggy was very calm and thorough about what she was doing. She got off her dress, then undid her bra.
"Oh, honey, you're getting us so hot just looking at you," Charlie said.
As she then put her fingers to work on her panties slipping them down her legs, the two men looked over at beautiful Leslie, who was calmly sitting on a bench taking it all in.
"We'd like to see you nude too, honey," Eddie said.
"Sure as hell would," Charlie said.
"She's just sizing up the operation today," Peggy exclaimed as she slipped the panties off her legs. "She doesn't have to commit herself this early."
"I suppose not," Charlie said, "but I sure as hell wish that she had. Boy, would I love to have this little baby rub me down."
"Oh, she's too much," the other man said.
"Now don't flirt with her," Peggy chuckled, walking toward the two men. "She's liable to get scared and run out."
Even though Leslie was remaining calm on the exterior, inside she just couldn't help but feel a little squeamish over what was happening. After all, she was a girl who had led a pretty conservative life up to that time. She didn't consider herself a prude, but the only man that she would ever cut loose for was her husband.
But now Bruce was gone, and she was actually enjoying seeing how somebody like Peggy lived and made money. It all started as a big joke, but the longer that she focused on what was happening, the more interested she became. "Now I massage these boys down when I'm naked, honey." Peggy looked at Leslie.
Leslie couldn't help but notice how the men admired her. She did have a beautiful form, with sturdy legs and a firm breasts.
"Maybe you boys need to go in the sauna room to get a little hotter," Peggy looked at them and winked.
"We couldn't be any hotter than we are right now," Eddie said.
"Wouldn't you at least like to work up a little bit of a sweat?" Peggy asked.
"Well, I guess so," Eddie said. "I guess I could take it for a few minutes."
"Then I guess I'm game as well," Charlie said.
Peggy and Leslie watched as the two men got up and walked into the sauna room, after which they closed the door behind them.
Peggy and Leslie talked briefly, after which the men exited the sauna room some ten minutes later.
They were sweating profusely, and Peggy was standing there with towels in her hands.
"I'm the naked towel girl," she looked at them and smiled.
"A pretty gorgeous towel girl at that," Charlie said, taking the towel and wiping the perspiration from his face.
"You guys ought to take a warm shower now," she said. "Just get yourselves ready for a fantastic massage."
"Oh, am I ever ready," Eddie said, once more looking down at his hard penis. "Just thinking about you, baby, is enough to put me into that state."
"You guys are horny twenty four hours a day," Peggy laughed. "No wonder you can't get enough sex from your wives. I mean, if they went to bed with you as many times as you two would like, they wouldn't be able to last two months."
"You talk about us like we're some kind of sex fiends or something," Charlie said, walking toward the shower room.
"I certainly do, and that's only because you are," Peggy exclaimed.
"That's the nicest thing anybody ever said about me," Eddie laughed.
The two men disappeared into the shower room, letting the warm water pelt against their sweaty bodies.
Once more they toweled off thoroughly as they got out of the shower.
The returned to the massage area, continued to support those huge erections.
"Okay, who's going to go first?" Peggy said.
"We flipped a coin and I won," Charlie chuckled, walking over and sprawling out on the rubbing table.
"Okay, then you're first, Charlie," Peggy said, moving toward him.
"I'd sure appreciate it if you'd get in front of me, since that way I can play with your pussy," Charlie said.
"Oh, so you want to start out with that route, huh?"
"I sure do," Charlie exclaimed.
"I suppose we can work it that way."
Eddie sat down on a stool a few feet away, watching the action closely. He then looked over at Leslie.
"How'd you like to come over here and sit by me, baby?" he asked.
"I think I'm safer where I am," Leslie replied.
Leslie's response immediately triggered laughter from both Charlie and Peggy.
"I think she's right about that," Charlie said.
"Remember, she hasn't even decided whether she's going to work here or not," Peggy pointed out. "So I wish you'd contain yourself, honey, at least for the time being. You're liable to chase this poor girl out of here."
"She looks like she's more than capable of taking care of herself," Eddie said.
"I've got to go along with you there," Charlie said, "but she still might get uptight over being chased by a wolf like you this early in the game."
"Perhaps you have a point," Eddie laughed.
Leslie could tell from the way that Eddie was eyeing her that he was strongly attracted to her, and it made her feel a little uncomfortable. She kept thinking about her husband Bruce, who was more than likely talking to some bankers that very minute concerning his job. But here she was in a strange massage parlor watching Peggy, a lovely girl, massaging a man.
She watched Peggy's fingers go to work on Charlie's back, and as they manipulated over his back, Charlie reached up with his right hand and let his fingertips come to rest inside her mound.
"I'm going to play with that mound," Charlie exclaimed. "Oh, but that is a cute pussy."
"You should think that," Peggy chuckled. "After all, you fingered me enough times there."
"Oh, you're an absolute doll. Just let me know about when you're ready to shoot. About the time you're ready to cum, I'm going to get you down on that table and lick your pussy."
"Okay, that's all included in the price of the massage," Peggy laughed. "As a matter of fact, that's why I charge more for a massage than my major competitors. After all, I'm offering a man a lot more, isn't that true?"
"It sure as hell is," Charlie laughed. "Oh, I love these fingers going to work inside your pussy."
"Oh, that feels good," she smiled. "My slit has never felt better."
"Neither has my back," Charlie said. "It was a little sore from all that exercise today. All the bending over and all."
"If you got that way from eighteen holes of golf, then I guess you're out of shape baby."
"As a matter of fact I am," he nodded. "I use the golf cart between holes and still get tired."
"Maybe you've had too many massages and not enough exercise lately," Peggy laughed.
"You're certainly not running down you own business, are you?"
"No, it's probably just a case of not getting enough exercise with these wonderful rubs."
"I guess you're probably right," Charlie said. "Oh, it feels so good when you let those fingers of yours go to work."
"Your fingers aren't doing a bad job either," Peggy laughed.
All the while, Leslie and Eddie had their eyes remaining focused on what was going on on that rubbing table.