His mind raced as he waited for a response. He could not believe he was actually doing this...again. He had never imagined his life would turn out this way, and he knew it would never be the same afterwards. How many more times would this happen before he got rich, went to jail or found some other reason to stop, like falling in love. What if he met his soul mate and she left him when she found out he was or used to be a prostitute? Strangely, Cade found himself worrying about Alexis. He somehow felt like he was cheating on her even though she had arranged this meeting, and he was nothing more than a plaything to her anyway.

Cade stood in total silence for several minutes before hearing the sound of the door creak open and bare feet padding across the wooden floor towards him. The footsteps stopped across the table from him and the door clicked shut. Cade's ears faintly registered the sound of a soft garment rustling as it fell to the floor.

Feigning as much confidence as possible, Cade straightened his back and said, "Please lay on the table in the face up position and cover yourself with the sheet."

He listened as his employer slid onto the table and lay down, but he did not hear anything that would indicate she had pulled the sheet over her. Cade kicked himself inwardly for even suggesting his client be covered. This was an erotic massage after all. After making a mental note not to make that mistake again he side stepped carefully to the head of the table. As he sat down on his stool his nose detected scents of honey and vanilla from his client's hair.

This was it, the point of no return. If he was going to back out and run away, now before the first touch, would be the time to do it. If he still had any reservations he should either act on them now or move forward and own his actions.

Relaxing his muscles he brought his trembling fingers down gently onto the woman's forehead in front of him. Her skin felt warm and soft to the touch. Cade decided she probably used moisturizing cream in the mornings and mud masks at night. The thought made him wonder how smooth and pampered the rest of her body was. He grazed the tips of his fingers above her eyebrows and noted how they felt thin in width but full in body. Sliding his hands gently down the side of her face, his fingers tripped up on an unexpected band of cloth. Apparently she was wearing a blindfold too. Cade wondered why. Did she not want to see him? Was she afraid? Did she think being blindfolded would make it easier to have sex with a stranger? Was that just what she was into? Or did Alexis tell her that was what she was supposed to do? Cade did not dwell on the questions long. In the end, it did not change what he was there to do. He resumed his movements, tracing her jaw line to her chin, where he cupped her face and brushed her lips lightly.

In his normal massage practice his hand movements would be purposeful and professional, but since this was a sensual massage he allowed his hands to linger on her skin longer and softer than he would a normal client, adding an intimacy usually reserved for lovers. He took his time caressing her face and reading with his hands as a blind person would. He could tell by her cheeks that she was in good shape. Her lips were luscious and full of life. He tried to guess her age by the tightness of her skin. He would have put her in her early twenties, but she could have been much older and had simply spent enough money on herself to preserve the illusion of youth.

Cade's fingers moved smoothly down the sides of her temples coming to rest behind her ears. He teased her earlobes and grinned proudly as he felt goose bumps on her neck. As he ran his hands through her thick, fragrant hair he wondered what color it was.

Reaching down to the holster at his side he pumped some oil into his hands and spread it across her shoulders and neck. He tenderly worked her pectoral muscles, venturing farther down her chest than he would on his normal clients but leaving the nipples untouched. Caught up in the ritual of the massage and the warmth of her skin he began to let go of his own anxieties.

Slowly, his hands retreated to her neck, feeling her exhale as they left her chest. The tension in her levator scapulae and deltoid muscles told him that she must spend a lot of time in front of a computer. He wanted her entire body to be as relaxed as possible when he fucked her. He did not want any tension standing between her and her orgasm. Pressing harder into the flesh around her neck, he asked, "Is this pressure ok?"

"Mmmm," was all she replied.

Cade nodded to himself and continued. After smoothing out the stiffness he let his hands linger on the back of her neck caressing it tenderly. He ran his fingers through her hair again slowly making sure to graze the sides of her ears. When Cade slid his hands down to her shoulder and stood up his client let out a pouty, "Mmmmm."

Sitting back down and giving her more of what she wanted would be submissive and tantamount to admitting that he had done something wrong. His client had enough money to make anyone jump for her. She was not paying Cade to be her slave. She was paying him to be her master. So he ignored her whine and continued to the right side of the table, tracing his finger down her shoulder to her hand.

He pumped a squirt of oil from the bottle strapped to his waist and carefully massaged the dainty muscles in her fingers that told him she did not play sports. He held her hand like a lover, caressing it adoringly like a teenage boy holding his girlfriend's hand on Valentine's Day. Laying her hand back down, he made long, firm strokes up her arm to her shoulder intentionally grazing the sides of her breasts in passing. His fingers glided slowly down over her shoulder blade and down her front. With an open palm he slid his hands over a breast taking in the full shape and feel of it. They were plump and firm, but not because she had implants. Cade did not let his hands dwell there though, because that would have been too obvious. He wanted to keep his client guessing, all the while edging her closer and closer to release until her body was so pent up with lust that she could not hold back her orgasm if she wanted to.

So Cade's hands flowed down over her slim tummy and onto her thigh. The toned muscles of her quadriceps told Cade that she either jogged or biked regularly. His hands slipped down the inside of her leg, closer to her groin than they ever would on a normal client. He felt warmth coming from between her legs and decided to give her a good tease. His fingers played around her inner thigh, causing her to spread her legs farther, but he ignored the invitation.

Cade's fingers retreated down her leg. He cupped his hands underneath her calf, dragging his fingers between the muscles. Then he worked up and down the leg from kneecap to ankle until he was down to the feet. Cade held her foot, about to apply oil when he felt her leg rise up higher. Though he could not see it, he could tell she was wriggling her toes in front of his face.

"Suck," she said firmly.

"I guess I'm the master and the slave," Cade thought to himself.

Holding her foot tenderly and caressing her ankles with his thumbs he ran his tongue up the side of her arch to the big toe and put it in his mouth. He suckled it between his lips, giving it a little nibble with his teeth. The skin was soft and clean. She smelled of lilac and lavender. He swirled his tongue around her toes, licking the space between them and was rewarded with a sensual purr from his mystery woman. Giving attention to each digit, he sucked her toes and arches clean.

When there was nowhere else to lick he laid her foot back down and moved to her other leg massaging it the same way he had done the first except this time he lingered a little longer around the upper thigh, squeezing and teasing her. He could feel her hips gyrating slightly. Again, he ignored the invitation.

After making sure her other foot was licked clean, he moved to her left arm and repeated the same movements he had performed on the right with the addition of taking the time to suckle her fingers. While doing so he was consciously of aware of the lack of a wedding ring on her ring finger, but that did not necessarily mean she did not own one.

Moving back to the head of the table he adjusted the head rest and instructed her to roll over onto her stomach. After applying more oil on his hands he rubbed her back, pushing his palm all the way down to her firm buttocks.