I just wanted a drink really, I swear. I was completely zoning out when I felt a hand on my shoulder yanking me back to reality.

“I said, is this stool taken?”

She was nicely dressed in an expensive suit coat, blouse and skirt. Typical lawyer outfit, I thought.

“Sure, help yourself. I don’t think I’m going to need it tonight.”

“Oh really, why is that?” She asked.

“I think my massage client bailed on me.”

“So you really are a masseuse! I saw your shirt, but wasn’t sure if it was just a ploy,” She laughed softly.

“Shhh, don’t tell anyone, ok?” I said with a wink.

I took another look. Her chestnut brown hair fell about her shoulders, shining softly in the dim light of the bar. Her makeup was perfect, but she was truly beautiful. If anything, the way she dressed downplayed her beauty instead of enhancing it. I gave her a card.

“Hmm, I’m tempted to use your services. My shoulders are killing me from the flight.”

“Flight attendant,” I thought. This should be fun! “Here, let me give you a free sample,” I said, standing up and spinning her around on her bar stool. I pulled her hair over to one side and slowly massaged her neck and shoulders.

She moaned and tilted her head back. I moved up to her temples and scalp, knowing how good that feels.