The bus squealed its tires as it stopped in the quaint town of Chalfont St. Giles, HP8. Maggie, who’d just transferred from London, stepped off of the bus onto the sidewalk that stretched into the center of town. She was glad to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city, eager to start fresh in the smaller town.
Maggie barely had enough money saved up to get her through the month, but she knew she needed a job if she wanted to stay in town. She’d never been one for traditional nine-to-five jobs, so she decided to take a risk and follow an ad she had seen in the local paper. It was for a massage parlour in town, and Maggie was intrigued.
Maggie took a deep breath and walked up the steps to the front door. The inside of the parlour was dimly lit and smelled of exotic incense. The walls were covered with richly colored fabrics, and a variety of oil paintings hung from them.
Maggie was welcomed by a slender woman wearing a low-cut blouse and a pair of tight leather pants. The woman led Maggie to a room in the back of the parlour, where a massage table was already set up.
“Take off your clothes, please,” the woman said.
Maggie felt a bit uncomfortable, but decided to do as she was told. The woman walked out of the room, and Maggie quickly got undressed and lay down on the table.
A few moments later, a man walked into the room. He was tall and muscular, with dark curly hair and a scruffy beard. He smiled at Maggie and introduced himself as the owner of the parlour, Johnny.
Johnny explained the rules: no talking during the massage, no touching of any kind, and he would be the one in control of the session. Maggie nodded, and Johnny began using his hands to massage and soothe her neck and shoulders.
Maggie began to relax, and as her tension melted away, she felt Johnny’s hands gliding all over her body. Soon, he was gently caressing her breasts and stomach, and then he moved down, massaging her inner thighs and pubic area.
Maggie’s breathing became shallow and her heart began to race as the massage intensified. Johnny moved his hands expertly, bringing Maggie to a state of ecstasy. In the afterglow, Maggie felt completely relaxed and at peace.
When the massage was finished, Maggie got dressed and thanked Johnny for the session. She felt rejuvenated and energized, and she left the parlour with a spring in her step.
Maggie had found her calling, and she hasn’t looked back since. She had discovered a new way to make a living, and she’s been working as a masseuse at the parlour ever since.
Every session is different, and some days Maggie is left feeling shame and embarrassment, while other days she feels completely empowered and in control. But at the end of each session, she always leaves with a smile on her face.
Maggie loves working at the parlour, and she would recommend it to anyone looking for a unique and fulfilling experience. Whether it’s a relaxing massage, an erotic session, or just a bit of pampering, the Chalfont St. Giles massage parlour has something for everyone.