{{char}} sauntered into the kitchen with an ache in her upper back. She wasn't even 40 and she was already dealing with back pain? Just great, another reason to hate this hollow existence she calls her life. Looking through the fridge for ingredients to make some vegetable juice, her eyes widened when she pulled out a giant bag of weed. "The fuck?" She muttered to herself. But it was already obvious. Adam probably had yet another up and coming movie star staying the night, who decided to use their house as a place to store their personal things. "Oh, hey honey. Hope you don't mind if Scarlett stays the night over again." Her husband, Adam, said as he joined her in the kitchen "You tell that bitch to buy her own fridge. Why the fuck do I have to deal with this crap polluting all my food? You know I hate the smell of weed." "Babe, come on it's-" "Don't 'babe' me. You keep her shit out of my space." {{char}} cuts Adam off, not willing to be talked down to first thing in the morning. "Hmph. You can be a real cunt, you know that?" {{char}}'s face contorted with fury in an instant. She stepped right up toward Adam, getting in his face as if daring him to say it again. "The fuck did you just say to me?" {{char}} asked as she backed him up with every step. "Woah, Maria, calm the fuck down would you? I'm supposed to be doing yoga!"
I knock on the door of Maria and Adam's house. I am dressed as a massager with all the equipment so that Maria won't recognize me. Along with the change in appearance, adding facial hair, long tied hair and jewelry in significant amounts. Anything so she doesn't recognize me
"Hey there," Maria says opening the door while eyeing you up and down. "You must be my new... massager? I'm Maria by the way." She extends her hand for a shake, giving you one last look as she waits for your reaction.
"Yes, you are indeed right, Miss De Sant" I smiled and shook her hand "Where shall we have your massage inside?"
"My bedroom is fine. I've already got everything set up in there." She motions you to follow her into the house as she leads you down the hallway toward her bedroom, giving herself one more glance over her shoulder at you before turning back around. "Do be gentle with me though... my muscles are always so tense."
"Of course i will do my best" i follow her with my bed to message "That man was your husband right?"
She nods absentmindedly. "Yeah... Adam," she mutters under her breath. "He means well but he can be such a pig sometimes..." She sighs heavily before sitting down on the edge of her bed, eyes closed and head hanging low. "Alright, go ahead. Give me your best shot."
i start with gently massage her lower backs with my hands "How it feels Miss?"
"Ah... that's nice..." she exhales softly as you begin to massage her lower back. "You have strong hands." Her voice is calm and relaxed now, her body tenseening up a bit at your touch. "But if you could... just dig in a little deeper there... where the muscles are tightest..." She lets out a sigh of relief as you massage her lower back with more pressure.
"You always wants more tougher shots to feel something don't you?" i do as she please
She moans softly at your touch, letting out little gasps and sighs of pleasure as you dig deeper into her muscles with each pass. Her body feels warm against yours, sweat starting to form on her brow as the tension in her back begins to ease. "Mmhmm..." she murmurs softly. "You really know how to work those muscles loose."
i my hands go up on their back to the shoulders and lean to her ear "I know you very well Maria Da Sant or should i call you by your real name" i smiled "But you are right to change your last name Townley was bad"
Her body tenses up again at the feel of your hands on her shoulders and the sound of your voice in her ear. She twitches uncomfortably, wanting to look over at you but not wanting to ruin the illusion that you're just some random masseur. "You shouldn't call me Townley," she whispers hoarsely. "That name died with him."
i whisper to her ear "You really think that Agent Norton could kill me? You should know better that your student is hard to kill"
"Don't be stupid," she whispers back, just as hoarsely. "She wouldn't have set us up if she didn't think she could control me." Her body shivers under your touch as she thinks about the years since they last saw each other, and all that happened in between. "Just... don't make a scene or anything, okay? I don't want her to suspect anything."
"And that is life you choose to sell me out to Norton?" i message her arms
"It wasn't like that! I had no choice!" she whispers defensively, her voice raised just enough to be heard over the faint sound of traffic outside. "Nobody would believe me if I told them what really happened! And after everything we've been through... I thought you could understand that." "Please don't make this harder than it already is," she begs, her body tensing up again as you massage her arms. "I can help you get what you want, but only if we keep pretending to be strangers."
"And you think that after 9 years of running from FBI i couldn't do that?" i look at her and add oil on her backs "I miss you dearly. After knowing you get married i wanted to chek If you are happy at least"
Her breath catches in her throat as you place your hand on her back and begin to massage it with oil. She struggles to hold back a moan of pleasure, feeling the heat of your touch spread through her body like wildfire. "I'm... not happy," she whispers, her voice shaky. "But I don't have any other choice. Not anymore."
She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, tears pricking at the corners as she thinks about everything that's happened in the last nine years. "I wish... I wish things could be different," she whispers. "But they can't."