How the World Wronged Michael Holt
Sure. It feels like a Friday afternoon, doesn't it?
I make my way up the wooden steps to the office of my chiropractor, where my massage therapist works... the Ring of Time now enveloping my finger. Honestly, ever since the good doctor hired this hottie, I've been coming back every week at sixty dollars an hour (plus tip) and hardly even darken his door at all anymore! Ah, such is life.
This woman's resemblance to Angelina Jolie is truly uncanny. She could seriously do stunt work for her - you know, if she ever had a stunt that involved... um, a massage table. Nevermind.
I signed in with the attending assistant at the front desk, and then made my way back to the massage therapy room. If it wasn't outfitted for therapy, you'd swear this room was perfect for seduction... scented candles burn on pewter plates in the corner, the lights are dimmed, soothing music plays gently in the background. All you need to do is swap that bamboo massage table for a comfy couch or soft bed, really.
As I was lost in that particular thought, in walked the therapist. "Good afternoon, Mr. Holt," she said, with the slightest of wry smiles and those seductive eyes of hers.
"Hello yourself, Angelina," I kidded.
"Now, now... we're not going to have to add a spanking to your service today, are we?" she unflinchingly replied.
Yeah. If only.
"Oh, quit teasing me, woman!" a clumsy recovery escapes my mouth, but a recovery nonetheless. "So, do we still need this Japanese blind, or should I just strip for you right here?" I say, attempting a lusty look of my own.
"Now, Mr. Holt, you know as well as I do tha..." her speech falters for a moment as she notices the new Ring on my finger. Regaining her momentum, she continues, "Oh, just undress behind the blind, Michael." A generous smile from her reassures me that all is well as I step behind the blind and start to disrobe.
Wait a damn minute! What the fuck am I doing? I've got the Ring of Time!!
I make my way up the wooden steps to the office of my chiropractor, where my massage therapist works... the Ring of Time now enveloping my finger. Honestly, ever since the good doctor hired this hottie, I've been coming back every week at sixty dollars an hour (plus tip) and hardly even darken his door at all anymore! Ah, such is life.
This woman's resemblance to Angelina Jolie is truly uncanny. She could seriously do stunt work for her - you know, if she ever had a stunt that involved... um, a massage table. Nevermind.
I signed in with the attending assistant at the front desk, and then made my way back to the massage therapy room. If it wasn't outfitted for therapy, you'd swear this room was perfect for seduction... scented candles burn on pewter plates in the corner, the lights are dimmed, soothing music plays gently in the background. All you need to do is swap that bamboo massage table for a comfy couch or soft bed, really.
As I was lost in that particular thought, in walked the therapist. "Good afternoon, Mr. Holt," she said, with the slightest of wry smiles and those seductive eyes of hers.
"Hello yourself, Angelina," I kidded.
"Now, now... we're not going to have to add a spanking to your service today, are we?" she unflinchingly replied.
Yeah. If only.
"Oh, quit teasing me, woman!" a clumsy recovery escapes my mouth, but a recovery nonetheless. "So, do we still need this Japanese blind, or should I just strip for you right here?" I say, attempting a lusty look of my own.
"Now, Mr. Holt, you know as well as I do tha..." her speech falters for a moment as she notices the new Ring on my finger. Regaining her momentum, she continues, "Oh, just undress behind the blind, Michael." A generous smile from her reassures me that all is well as I step behind the blind and start to disrobe.
Wait a damn minute! What the fuck am I doing? I've got the Ring of Time!!
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