The story was written last year at the request of one young person and focused on a female audience. This story - a compilation of my own experience, highlighted by fantastic nuances for the entourage - after reading, you will understand what I mean. Men can only view the story from a cognitive point of view, although any experienced gentleman caresses will not find anything new here. And women ... get comfortable and have fun.

It was an ordinary day at the Beauty Salon. There are few customers, as the cost of some services has gone off scale, and only a few could afford to enjoy all the modern offers in this area.

But almost no one ignored the massage - this service was in demand. Whatever the reasons, women would not be pushed into the hands of a male massage therapist, the main thing that united everyone in the desire to appear before him in what the mother had given birth - it was damn nice.

But, unfortunately, their only masseur Alexey suddenly left the alma mater in English. Even the record is not closed: his services were scheduled for two weeks in advance. Vera Ivanovna, a portly woman over forty, suspected what was the reason for the sudden escape of her best employee.

Most likely it was bought by competitors, offering a larger percentage of the services provided.. "Could, contagion, first discuss this issue with me"she thought when posting an ad on the Internet for a new employee. When another employee appears and how he will be a massage therapist - questions, the answers to which she did not know.

Vera Ivanovna sighed heavily and went to restore the fallen tone - it was time to eat. Employees dined in turn, but she was always the first.

Four more girls worked in her salon. These were qualified specialists who passed a rigorous competitive selection. In addition to knowledge and professional skills, the girls had excellent appearance, as Vera Ivanovna cared about the reputation of her institution.

Her wife had to sit for three more years - he was serving a term for a bribe - and the “Beauty Salon” allowed her to wait comfortably for her “prodigal son” to return.

Having returned to the workplace, Vera Ivanovna ran over the advertisement, suddenly someone had already responded. Indeed, there were several views and one response: a man offered his services to a massage therapist and left a phone number. In the recall, he signed "Master."

“So, let's see ... Relax massage, Tao massage ... works with essential oils according to her recipe ... experience - 12 years,” Vera Ivanovna chuckled and dialed the specified number. “Not bad for a start”she thought.

A pleasant male voice answered and confirmed everything written and a desire to get a job. The master was ready to come to the Salon, talk about the conditions, and conduct a promotional massage. Vera Ivanovna hung up the phone and gazed dreamily at the ceiling: judging by the timbre of her voice, she imagined an imposing, tall, and well-bred man - something between a Pierce Brosnan and an early Sean Connery.

The husband will not return soon, and she will probably need strong men's hands ... or not only them.

- Will we have a new masseuse? - asked Christina, the youngest of all her employees: she was a little more than twenty. It was a notorious girl, dreaming of a Prince on a white horse and an orgasm - she had heard a lot about this and that, but she could not meet and test him.

“Maybe ... Maybe,” Vera Ivanovna tapped her fingers thoughtfully on the table.

- How old is he? - Alina approached, and blushed slightly. She had an outstanding bust, which did not lose its elasticity by the age of 25, despite the presence of a three-year-old son. The girl was very proud of them - both her son and her breasts.

- What do you want? - Vera Ivanovna answered with a question. - You have a husband ... So be interested in them.

- I just asked, - Alina flared up even more.

All the employees knew that Alina’s husband was drinking and her personal life was going to hell. Her son often has to stay with his grandmother when Alina is at work.

- Let it be like Bill Kaulitz! - dreamily said Nastya, standing behind the counter next to Maria, the senior administrator.

Nastya was a red-haired girl with long, tight pigtails sticking out in different directions. She really wanted to go to the concert of her favorite band “Tokio Hotel”, where her favorite Bill was the lead singer. And she wanted to sleep with a girl - she was Bi, but she carefully hid it.

A melodic bell rang, the door opened, and the Pharaoh entered the Salon: a short man with sensual lips and an ocher-bronze skin. He was absolutely bald, which gave him a resemblance to some eastern deity. The man was dressed in a strange gray suit, buttoned up with many buttons to the very throat. He seemed to be thirty, maybe fifty years old - a more accurate age was difficult to establish. His face was as impenetrable as an Indian. In his hand he clutched his bag.

The girls looked at each other in surprise: usually the salon was visited by women. A few men who once miraculously looked to them became loyal customers and the staff knew them by sight. But on the threshold stood a complete stranger.

- Vera Ivanovna? - the guest unmistakably addressed the owner of the Salon. - We have made an appointment with you. - He put the bag on the chair.

- Are you ... Masseur? - with disbelief asked Vera Ivanovna.

- Yes. I am Master Tao, - the man stretched his arms along his body and bowed. He slightly lisped, but this did not interfere with communication.

Everyone looked at each other in disappointment. Vera Ivanovna was most upset: it was not the hero of her novel. “You are recruiting an employee, after all, and not choosing a lover for yourself”she mentally besieged herself.

“True, we made an appointment,” Vera Ivanovna sighed heavily, “we will first communicate, or will you first show what you can do?”

- I am ready to demonstrate my art. Then we can discuss, - he again bowed.

- Maria, do we have anyone by appointment now? - Vera Ivanovna turned to the eldest of all employees. The girl was about thirty years old, and she worked as an administrator with the opening of the Salon.

Maria was a strong-willed woman who did not recognize either romance or sex in principle. Her first unsuccessful sexual experience (drunk fuck of a 16-year-old mother-in-law daughter with an unknown person in a neglected nightclub outhouse), completely discouraged her any interest in the opposite sex. Yes, and lesbian games worried her a little.

- Let me see ... No, Vera Ivanovna, only in two hours wrapping.

“Well,” the hostess summed up, “then go to the massage room,” she told the guest, “we'll talk there.”

- And we? - without much enthusiasm, asked the other employees.

- Well ... Come together, or something ... Masha, you stay for the older.

- Well, Vera Ivanovna, I am already the oldest, - Maria smiled.

The massage room was a small room with palm trees located in the corners. Near the far wall was a shower and sink. Along the near wall there was a long sofa, on which everything was located. In the middle of the room was a massage table, covered with white sheets.

- You already know Maria, - Vera Ivanovna began to acquaint the Master with the team, - this is Anastasia, - she put her hand on the girl's shoulder, - and this is Alina and Christina.

The girls smiled when they called their names and slightly lifted from the couch. The guest bowed again. Vera Ivanovna looked at him questioningly.

- Call me Master. Just a master, ”he whispered. - Where can I change?

The hostess shrugged and pointed to a screen in the far corner of the room. The master disappeared behind the wall and the girls exchanged glances.

- Wonderful one, - Alina whispered.

- Yes, they arrived, - Nastya poddachnula and tucked a strand of hair under her breath.

- Yeah, - according to Christina nodded, - mummy ...