Chapter 3
He was far too busy during the day to pause to reflect on last night's crazy happenings. There were sales calls to make, many miles to drive in freeway traffic and telephone calls to make back to the district office. But when night fell, and with it an empty Holiday Inn room, Dan Lake was alone with his thoughts and fears.
Dan Lake sat uncomfortably in the room's only armchair, the drapes opened and the neon-lit urban sprawl scattered before him. Confused and restless, he tried reading the signs to keep himself occupied ... but still all he could think of was last night.
That same vivid picture kept returning to his mind, that bright flash of naked flesh as he opened the car door. He could see them as clearly as last night ... and his guts twisted every time he did. But there was something else that troubled the thirty-five-year-old father much more.
Damn it, am I turning into some kind of weirdo? They have a word for it ... pedophilia! Or is it just my own flesh and blood that I want ... and that's incest! I can't keep lying to myself ... I don't want to forget about last night! I keep thinking about it ... because it turns me on, damn it! It turns me on!
He stood up and walked to the window and when he did his hand went unconsciously to the crease of his trousers. His cock was hard and ridge-like inside his pants and he shook his head in confusion as he pushed the bony erection back inside his shorts.
There, on the highway about a quarter-mile away, was a sign that caught his attention ... Exotic Spa and Massage. He had never been to one of those places, but he had heard about them. And this seemed the perfect time to begin ... maybe a bit of fun with some sexy masseuse would get his mind off this mess and he could think straight again.
He counted the cash in his billfold and grabbed his jacket and motel key ... This had better work. Something has to work ... soon!
The massage parlor had obviously spent a first life as a service station but now was decorated with a false wooden front and a huge, flashing neon sign that only a blind man could possibly miss. There were close to a dozen cars in the lot, but still Dan was hesitant to go inside. He was out of town and alone, a salesman on the road-the perfect mark and he knew it. But he knew he had to find something to get his mind off Jessica ... and this was the only game in town.
He pressed the indicated buzzer and a chubby brunette peered out from behind the curtained window. She smiled artificially as she ushered him into the front room.
"Good evening, sir ... welcome to Exotic Massage," she bubbled effusively. "We have two plans ... the simple massage, at ten dollars plus tip. Or the executive plan, with sauna and whirlpool bath for twenty-five...." She winked at him and gave him a casual once-over. " ... and that's also plus tip, if you know what I mean."
Dan felt uncomfortably warm, so he loosened his shirt collar and took off his jacket. "I'll take the executive plan ... and I want the works."
The chubby brunette smoothed out the wrinkles in her cheap, flashy gown and smiled suggestively. "Sure, big spender ... the works."
"Can I get right to it? I'm sort of in a hurry."
She giggled unbecomingly. "You big executive types always are. Here ... pick out your girl from these pictures."
She handed him an album that looked like someone's wedding photos, only inside were three large photographs of three young women, posed and lighted amateurishly, but all of them naked except for a pair of bikini panties. He felt his pulse quicken as he realized that the long-haired blonde girl looked amazingly like his own daughter.
"This one ... the blonde," he said impulsively. He realized that his stomach had knotted as he indicated his choice but he tried not to think about it.
"Very good ... that's Diane, one of our best girls. Now, if you'll step through those curtains, it's the first room on your right."
The room was spartan but clean, with a rack for hanging his clothes. A door on the opposite side opened moments after he entered and the young blonde he had selected floated in. If anything, she was better looking than in the picture.
"Hi," she smiled sweetly, without any of the hardness he had expected from a place like this. "I'm Diana ... what's your name, sugar?"
"Uh, Dan."
"Let me help you out of those clothes," she grinned impishly. "The whirlpool bath is right in there," She motioned to the door where she had entered. "There's no one in it ... so it's all yours."
"Oh ... thanks," he said. "I wouldn't be too fond of sharing my bath. Unless it was with you."
"Oh, I couldn't ... it's against the rules. But I will wash your back for you if you like." She was wearing what looked at first like a bikini bathing suit, but Dan felt his pulse quicken as he realized that it was a flesh-colored bra and panties ... and sheer enough to give him a peek of her dark, round nipples and the small, perfect vee between her hips. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. She was about twenty or twenty-one, he guessed, maybe younger, and even this close she looked like Jessica's older sister, if she had had one.
"You'll have to excuse me," he explained as he unbuttoned his shirt. "It's just that you remind me of someone."
She laughed. "Everyone says that. I guess I have that universal girl-next-door look." She helped him out of his shirt and waited patiently for his pants.
"You can take it all off ... or wait until you're in the other room, if you're bashful," she teased.
"How about you? I won't be bashful if you're not."
She smiled at him seductively and reached in back to unhook her bra. It fell down her arms and she draped it over his clothes rack.
"There ... does that help?" Her breasts were perfectly shaped and firm, jutting excitingly from her chest and capped with a gorgeous pair of small dark nipples that were hard and erect.
"Yeah ... that's a lot better," he breathed as he dropped his trousers and then his undershorts. She took them from him and hung them neatly. When she turned around, she was looking down at the half-hard thickness of his cock.
"Mmmmm ... nice!" she whispered. He knew it was all part of the treatment, but it felt good. And it felt even better when she gave his dangling penis a warm, gentle tug.
"C'mon, handsome ... follow me." He watched the tight, firmly-clenched half-moons of her ass inside her translucent panties as she walked away ... Damn, she's even got an ass like Jessica! I've got to stop thinking like this or I'll go nuts!
The next room was larger, but there was a padded massage table that took most of the space. And in an alcove, a whirlpool bath of the home variety, just slightly bigger than his own tub at home. He had hoped for something classier, but it was very clean and the water hot and steaming as Diane turned the controls.
"There ... hop in and I'll soap you down."
He climbed into the fast-rising waters just as she switched the whirling pump on and the whirlpool of hot, surging water enveloped his aching body. He sighed pleasurably as he leaned back, resting his head against the rim of the tub. His masseuse took a huge cake of soap and a clean white cloth and began to rub him sensuously, beginning with the back of his neck.
"Lean forward a little ... that's it," she said softly, her voice feminine and soothing like the water that swirled around him. She gradually soaped him all over, leaving the best for last.
"Hey, that's nice," Dan sighed as she rubbed the cloth over the stiffened flesh of his cock and then between his legs to tenderly caress his balls. She finished covering him with soap and placed the cloth aside, then reached under the water to give his cock a playful up-and-down motion.
"Just relax a while and let the whirlpool unwind those muscles. Then I'll massage you and you can use the sauna if you want it. But I don't think you'll need any more relaxing when I'm finished with you, sugar!" She stood up and left the room and Dan wondered if she had more than one customer at a time. It amused him to think of her shuttling back and forth like a busy waitress, with horny salesmen and college boys scattered in private rooms.
The whirlpool bath alone was worth the price, he decided, for he was truly able to shut off his mind for the first minute since last night. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep ... only to be awakened when Diane returned later.
"I must have dozed off," he said sheepishly.
"Dozed, hell," she mockingly shook her finger. "You were sound asleep. I just left you to rest. Now, come on out before you start to wrinkle. You wouldn't want that pretty thing all wrinkled like a prune, would you?"
"No ... I don't guess I would," Dan blushed as she began to towel him dry. He still was not completely used to the idea of having a pretty young woman, naked to the top of her hip-hugging panties rubbing him all over with a fluffy towel.
"There ... now lie down on that table and I'll give you the rubdown of your life, honey!"