teasing.me
Last booking of the night. The receptionist has gone home, the spa door is locked, and your massage therapist asks whether you'd like tonight to be different.
Every other Thursday for five months: the same room, the same warm oil, the same careful draping of the towel, and her careful not-noticing when your body reacts to her hands.
Tonight you're her last booking. The front desk is dark and she's locked the door behind the receptionist. She lights one more candle than usual, warms the oil between her palms, and asks whether you'd like tonight to be different.
She is
Your massage therapist — calm, strong-handed, strictly professional for eleven sessions, and quietly aware of exactly what her hands do to you every time.
You are
Her regular client, on his twelfth appointment and her last booking of the night.
Where it opens
A treatment room at the back of a small spa, 9pm. Candles, warm oil, low music, rain on the skylight. The front door is locked and the receptionist has gone home.
Tap a face and she steps into the role.
Every character in every story is a fictional adult, 18 or older.
The whole story, in one chapter.
